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6/13/2025, 8:55:18 PM
The unique rhythm of each Dance requires selfilized expression. Not dancing and being a human being is out of question. My air escapes me through this cough, life-breath seeps away and so does energy and so my fuel for ExPression (out of spite, out of time) AUdigfukçasdgfkçasdugçasdukfgçakusdfgsdkçufgasdçiugfáosdig´sodifgasduiçfilpuasdfsdyuyldsfasdypyi cough ;
Should I take my time, some time? How is this rightfully time of mine any different from every biological rhythm that asks me a dance of adaptation, I cannot survive and still, I must strive for continuation, for even better offspring. Mes of the future that carry my Code that longs to be impervious to Beelzebub, Lord of Flies. Entropic Mismatch.
It [bug]s me why we can’t come to terms with our definitive finitude, waging wars at ourselves – going against DNA’s own interest. Maybe we lived long-gone past our expiration date and thus arising the need for a return to an equilibrated state where death also happens for a while. Why be programed this way? Maybe the problem lies in asking why in the first place. Why do we do it, still? Do we like that much having problems to solve? Even at the cost of what’s most essential? Perhaps just ones and zeros would suffice, just like light and dark define perception and the grey dragons of old were everlasting. Transcending time must come out of perceiving the true nature of perception: colour, vision, enlightenment (luminosity), shadow, blindness, obscurement – dichotomies. One must learn to see his eyes in order to fully understand the reality shaped around him by his senses. Attention is also at play when choosing to ignore aspects of negligible relevance. It makes no sense that a tool would serve the purpose of hindrance.
So as to stop the desire of not wanting to desire any longer, The Canvas of one’s soul must be painted with blood, the sounds of our internal disharmony danced with. Who can say that - by doing that - struggle will start seeming worthwhile. I say, forget all purpose – disregard reason, motifs, explanations behind meaning, any logic for behavior. If there is too focus on right Doing – Being and Becoming is by (unintended) consequence, neglected. By trying to better oneself (or everything else), one reinforces that natural state that needs bettering and thus going against it’s own interest of leaving it behind once for all.
By trying not to do that, is also to miss the mark (double-bind of sorts), since not wanting to desire is also a desire. Many arrive at the conclusion there’s nothing to be done and then try to DO nothing. All that rests is to express, to dive onto one’s own – pure and most-selfish – nature. You’re out for your own good and that’s enough to reach beyond our pulse / drive / instinct that guides us back to the omni-potence of eden / womb of the creator (yes the C here is not capitalized for a reason as it refers to the symbolic mother).
Should I take my time, some time? How is this rightfully time of mine any different from every biological rhythm that asks me a dance of adaptation, I cannot survive and still, I must strive for continuation, for even better offspring. Mes of the future that carry my Code that longs to be impervious to Beelzebub, Lord of Flies. Entropic Mismatch.
It [bug]s me why we can’t come to terms with our definitive finitude, waging wars at ourselves – going against DNA’s own interest. Maybe we lived long-gone past our expiration date and thus arising the need for a return to an equilibrated state where death also happens for a while. Why be programed this way? Maybe the problem lies in asking why in the first place. Why do we do it, still? Do we like that much having problems to solve? Even at the cost of what’s most essential? Perhaps just ones and zeros would suffice, just like light and dark define perception and the grey dragons of old were everlasting. Transcending time must come out of perceiving the true nature of perception: colour, vision, enlightenment (luminosity), shadow, blindness, obscurement – dichotomies. One must learn to see his eyes in order to fully understand the reality shaped around him by his senses. Attention is also at play when choosing to ignore aspects of negligible relevance. It makes no sense that a tool would serve the purpose of hindrance.
So as to stop the desire of not wanting to desire any longer, The Canvas of one’s soul must be painted with blood, the sounds of our internal disharmony danced with. Who can say that - by doing that - struggle will start seeming worthwhile. I say, forget all purpose – disregard reason, motifs, explanations behind meaning, any logic for behavior. If there is too focus on right Doing – Being and Becoming is by (unintended) consequence, neglected. By trying to better oneself (or everything else), one reinforces that natural state that needs bettering and thus going against it’s own interest of leaving it behind once for all.
By trying not to do that, is also to miss the mark (double-bind of sorts), since not wanting to desire is also a desire. Many arrive at the conclusion there’s nothing to be done and then try to DO nothing. All that rests is to express, to dive onto one’s own – pure and most-selfish – nature. You’re out for your own good and that’s enough to reach beyond our pulse / drive / instinct that guides us back to the omni-potence of eden / womb of the creator (yes the C here is not capitalized for a reason as it refers to the symbolic mother).
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