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not a poem, a point.
We are all separated from ourselves, so far and for so long the question arises if a self truly even exists.
We are but veils of morality in battle with driving desires.
The semblance of self falls so short to the rational mind, the unfettered certainties
Death
Suffering
Change,
shifting between being the subject of observation to being the observer in a constant nihilistic loop of judgement and shame...
What are your values? what are you BELIEFS if not taught and socially enforced bindings wrapped around the illusion of your own self interests.
I digress... Finite as your attention and my point is, thanks for reading... stay strong and laugh with uncomfortable eye contact when the abyss rears its vacant mug your way
We are but veils of morality in battle with driving desires.
The semblance of self falls so short to the rational mind, the unfettered certainties
Death
Suffering
Change,
shifting between being the subject of observation to being the observer in a constant nihilistic loop of judgement and shame...
What are your values? what are you BELIEFS if not taught and socially enforced bindings wrapped around the illusion of your own self interests.
I digress... Finite as your attention and my point is, thanks for reading... stay strong and laugh with uncomfortable eye contact when the abyss rears its vacant mug your way
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