HerbuhLovuh
06-11-2004, 03:05 AM
I am a skeptic therefore I hate myself.
I am a skeptic therefore I hate myself.
I am a skeptic therefore I hate myself.
Thrice repeated because each time the message was not-needed.
What did I create you(me) for? Alot less, possibly a lot more, but somewhere there is a focus I am evolving simply to recreate.
I am skeptical the ego is real. In fact, I am certain the world described through words is an illusion.
There is a Way beyond it that makes no sense sensibly in a senseless fashion but sowherewith sense is so matter of factly derived and then dumped to a quantitive zero.
What the hell?
Yes, words paint hell sometimes, other times they paint heaven.
Yet I am certain for you, for hope, for nothing, that there is a focus that allows the impossible to manifest directly in the electrical configurations of mind in a permanent unchanging reality. To arrive at such a state no change can be wrought that will obliviate it.
End transmission.
I await a new beginning thoughtlessly and with no expectations. I expected myself to be ready to not expect that, then the infinte manifested directly in my life and it was inexplicably explained through silence according to the Way of Nought.
hehehehe
laughter to overcome to death of reason, that is the source of my philosophical treason
pretty words
ugly grimaces
that is the result
of inexpressable transmissions
mystical manna
I am a skeptic therefore I hate myself.
I am a skeptic therefore I hate myself.
Thrice repeated because each time the message was not-needed.
What did I create you(me) for? Alot less, possibly a lot more, but somewhere there is a focus I am evolving simply to recreate.
I am skeptical the ego is real. In fact, I am certain the world described through words is an illusion.
There is a Way beyond it that makes no sense sensibly in a senseless fashion but sowherewith sense is so matter of factly derived and then dumped to a quantitive zero.
What the hell?
Yes, words paint hell sometimes, other times they paint heaven.
Yet I am certain for you, for hope, for nothing, that there is a focus that allows the impossible to manifest directly in the electrical configurations of mind in a permanent unchanging reality. To arrive at such a state no change can be wrought that will obliviate it.
End transmission.
I await a new beginning thoughtlessly and with no expectations. I expected myself to be ready to not expect that, then the infinte manifested directly in my life and it was inexplicably explained through silence according to the Way of Nought.
hehehehe
laughter to overcome to death of reason, that is the source of my philosophical treason
pretty words
ugly grimaces
that is the result
of inexpressable transmissions
mystical manna