I don’t know where the beginning and the ending is now. At present I am feeling like a senseless continuance of breathing in time with no other purpose of existing, fortunately without a lot of suffering and pain. I feel that I am going nowhere and coming from something vague and lost that is behind me.
This kind of emptiness is buried in the depths of meaning. I am only able to see life, and myself, as existing in its presence.
A purpose is added to the social vision: an afterlife of bliss in a fantasy to hide one’s empty singularity and rearranging it to be something where there is actually nothing. But now I am able to see the circle of culture’s deceptions that hide the truth.
We can awaken to see this emptiness of feeding and dying with no other purpose than as a vacuous continuance.
I would think the purpose of it “All” is to provide life for the human so they can engage themselves in all its dimensions—if they choose they can see with their minds beyond their fur.
The dreaming has only the limits of knowing. There is enough of both to fill any mind to overflowing.
But the fantasy of forever, brought to us through desire’s demon, creates the clothing that hides the emptiness of ignorant being. Then, being entwined in a wasted life of self indulgence, hiding from what is real.
And yet, there is movement in those who can reach out beyond the deceptions of the tribal blanket that intentionally hides the psychotic disturbance of emptiness in the vision of self importance and desire.
Humankind is saturated in waste—piled up in self destruction with nowhere else to go—disguised by delusion’s clothing dressed up as itself.
Here we are, unable to see ourselves in reality, hiding in a fantasy dream while living in a reality we have not met.
Now I meet two deaths at once. A place where time and space, mine and yours, converge in the gift of life as I also die hiding in humanity’s denial.
I don’t know if this is sad, nor do I know why, but I do know it isn’t up to me. I can only visit the mountain in living. It’s creations are beyond my scope and dimension.
I, like all life, will dissolve in my flesh.
What then can I do while living, to open the window of my mind in the knowing, with the comfort of giving the purpose of meaning in the lives of others and myself?