Musing On Illusion and RealityWhat is reality if not a set of agreed upon illusions?
Our illusion of greater control over a planet that we are not separate from but part of.
Our illusion of physical solidity that only holds relevance in terms of what we compare ourselves to.
Our illusion of having greater feeling, consciousness and complexity than other life forms that we cannot be, therefore cannot fully comprehend.
Our endless array of theories and categorizations that we use to box ourselves and others with, willfully pushing into those boxes even when there is no fit, as if fit exists within the many concepts we try to manifest into solidity.
Our illusion that agreed upon realities have somehow been static over time, rather than morphing with prevailing cultural winds.
Our illusions about what is possible. Our assumption that everything already known is all there is to know, and the myopic decisions we make as a result of that. The impossible and magical simply morphs into the scientific with a grea
The Stage, The Savior, The Melody And The Woman~~~
I hear voices vocalizing, the song of a choir is evident in the sound. The song carried itself in my ears like hot water droplets from a showerhead. So sweet and refreshing. I have hope inside my heart. I can't help but beam a smile on my countenance. Raising my hands in the air, I feel that someone is behind me. Could it be my future Love that hasn't made his appearance in my life yet or could it be the Savior who has saved me from the wretch I am? I feel someone is contributing to my energy. It must be Him. Jesus, who always looks out for me. Who gives me happiness my words cannot fathom, my mouth could not form, my hands couldn't touch, my ears could not fully comprehend how much the Son loves me.
I'm standing in the midst of a stage. Voices are heard in my ears. Two lines from a song are evident in my mind and my ears.
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?
Sometimes I feel so helpless. God, please help me not to
.owt ni tihgRI wish I could go back in time.
And no, not to see dinosaurs.
No, I do not want to go to fix my mistakes.
I just want to watch humans evolve.
Because I know that from the start we were made in order to divide. You know, like right in two. Taking two halves of the resources, split them with the sharp stone blade. Divide all you have instead of uniting.
We all have the reason, but since we’re the ones who called it reason is it truly what we say it is? Our “reason” as we call it is to survive. But not as the mass, but rather as the individual. Everything we do on a daily basis comes back to benefiting ourselves.
Don’t believe me?
The first counterpoint I created to my own theory was friendship. We are the social wonders of the world, our communication leading to such advance developments. But friends are there to give us comfort, to help us and to share with us. Honestly everything a friend is for is a benefit. When we give to them to make them a friend, we are re
ReflexionsControl, power, peace, solitude. He didn’t need any other desire, ambition, thought or wall. Nothing like an obstacle on his path towards destiny. All his world belong to only him, and his fingers controlled everything around his domains. His silent life, solitary and gentle silence were his words. His desires, thoughts and wishes were his motivations. The clairvoyance and truth vision of the outside world, his pure eyes. His path, filled with obstacles but also future victories were his locomotion. And his beloved companions, the will for fight and his own life. His freedom, was something he very knew was to be gained. Everybody could fight destiny, or…ally with it and let it make the choices.
Control. Word itself filled with strength and authority. Only gained through force, diplomacy, or the word of a higher existence. But at what price, one could gain such ability. Words are powerful enough to take over anything, mark truths where lies are hidden and transform the
Things seemed to have never changed...Looks like things don't change:
From space to space.
As technology advances.
We are still left with disasters....
From time to time.
Wars, disease, racism and others.
Seem to recycle every single day....
Nothing seems to have changed...
Infinite lying truth.Omnipotent God, Whom can create a rock even He cannot lift? Only He,
a paradox and an oxymoron. For nirvana is everything all at once and is void and nothing all the same, Religion does not know God or even his true name. For it cannot be pronounced or even thought. The ideal is true but no thought or human explanation can explain God for He is beyond all comprehension, not even the greatest master of wisdom may attempt to even conceive it the words I say are paradoxical, true and false all at the same time, we seek Him but once there we are void and no longer, human life is given purpose by humans to continue in the lying truth, This paradox is our existence, but it is not good nor evil it is simply there and is paradox again I say. And this is infinity, and this is the end and again the paradox labyrinth of God Absolute. Namaste. ---JMS
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