Memories of a life not yet lived

While gazing into the blissful night, it was realized that a recolection once heard is turning out to be true. Man wants chaos, in fact he can't live without it. For one, who is not fully enlightend, the wallowing of a self lies within his required depression. For as bright as he may believe himself to be he must first realize that this light is not his own, that he is but a transciever of that light. He will absorb only what he surrounds himself with. And will reflect everything he is, including that which he does not know nor understand. As a person seeking samahdi it has become apparent that in order to understand anything it is first necessary to inwardly seek themselves. To peer past the inhibitions of a persons mind and body. Only then will they see that it is not world that is complex, it is themselves.

The mind doesn't know the difference between what it sees in life, and what it remembers in a dream. The images of the self that the mind portrays are usually those comforting to deal with. We are all individual constructs of all things. Which is to say that not only do we all share the same air, but we also inhabit every dimension within the force of life. Although experiencing the fourth onward personally, the force of life binds us together freely. We must crucify our ego, before it's far too late. Before we unconsciously decide to no longer question it. This three dimensional space is so negative, blind, and cynical. Once it is realized that we are all one mind, everything will be.

- Mankind has, by far, the most tolerance for it's inexplicable in-humanity towards man. -
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