It seems so solid,
only because we cannot break it.
The world is not a nut to crack.
Walls are usually illusions.
Creating inner strength,
will move mountains,
without touching a single stone.
The real challenge of life is already over.
So we must die with grace,
or so it seems.
Nature often recycles herself.
The world is always made new.
But some day death will over power her.
And the world will again sleep.
Death is incapable of making life ignorant.
Everyone eventually figures out the same thing - eventually …
The goal of existence is to live our desired experiences at nobodies expense and to solve once and for all the pleasurable exclusive access problem; the negative zero sum problem.
If death ever won, none of us would be here right now. If death had logic, death would realize it never wins. If hell had logic, it’d realize that it can be sent to hell as well.
There’s one thing that makes a life interesting…
Existence is currently violating everyone’s consent (the self is proven by this)…(YOU have a consent)
To have an interesting life is to give the middle finger to existence (fuck you existence) and instead of modeling what you see (monkey see, monkey do), violate as little consent as possible.
Life consists of genera and fauna, ind and double bind, sometimes carefully crafted out of a brew of contradictions, so as to create the essential vapor of degeneralized
gender defferential.
Way back in the very earliest of tribal survival, this dance