I am filled with Annui.

Annui.

I am filled with divine righteousness, but not as much as the Gods.
I am filled with Evil, but not as much as the Gods
I am filled with sorrow, but not as much as the Gods.
I am filled with jest, but not as much as the Gods.
I am filled with power, but not as much as the Gods
I am filled with sickness, but not as much as the Gods
I am filled with misery, but not as much as the Gods
I am filled with zeal, but not as much as the Gods

Annui, a mediocre fullness…of all my fullness, the depth of my fullness cannot compare to the Gods.

How would one be expected to address this OP? In what way does it relate to psychology and mind?

The spirits or powers at play, fill me with a sickness, a naseau. I must bow before them, but I do not bow fully. I recognize their power, but I recognize it is not full.

My naseau is real, but the depths of my naseau can never surpass the Gods. They can inflict pain on me for my insolence, but they can never make me feel the depth of pain that they can feel.

It will make sense once a release a future post I am about to make.

Maybe you could have put it all in the OP to avoid confusion.

My first thoughts were that it related metaphorically to the human condition, that there is always more of something, both to attain or in the world. We draw from such wells?

proportions and volumes. …but of what? what else in the universe as human qualities, and if nowhere, then how are we like it. there must be gods or something else with such qualities? probably just other animals with them [or beginnings of] though.

Trixie…I am disappoint.

did you mean ennui?

I googled annui and found no results. Ennui is boredom to the extreme.

Ennui??

I’m calling bullshit on this whole thread.

Annui is in the language of the ancients. Those with connections to the divine may sense the essence of it’s words.

is that a butt in your avatar?

What is a butt but a crescent moon?

how is that a crescent moon?

I’m filled with potato chips and fruit punch.

It took me awhile to see the crescent moon. At first sight I saw a big blue butt. Blame it on “annui”.

But Trixie, the nausa You feel maybe an existential one, and perhaps there lies the antidote to Your coup-de’grace.

But you have been created divinely and with flesh and blood.
As a god, you would at some point be toppled from your pedestal and all parts thrown away in the garbage.

You are two side of the same coin. Appreciate both and balance all.
Remember to sometimes fill your cup a bit and sometimes empty it a bit.

What Gods do you have in mind?