In the above places I see myself swarmed with these ideas and devices, they are entertaining, all in their own right, but it’s more of a complication to understand all of these places in any given environment, it seems as if once entertained in my mind and understood they become a part of my perception, constituting itself and manifest in all symbolic rationality. I’ve given each one it’s due as having it’s own constitution and manifesting itself outside of my own physical being, but one comes to an ontological crossroads, a question of whether or not reality is constituted as being within one’s consciousness, (and as such including the mind itself in synthesis with the body,) or whether reality is constituted outside of ones vessel and consciousness is associated with the ego identification and physical body.
The conscious experience, a continually changing manifestation of shapes sounds and even identity. One goes through life assertive to the commandments and desires of the ego, providing satisfaction to the body, one is one’s body, and the body becomes the sole host and decision maker in determining one’s perception of the outside world (the physical as world manifesting itself outside of the body, what one is in constant attempts to grip). And by letting the body give itself up to the harsh inclinations of time and age, there is deep down, one patient idea lingering, which has not changed nor died, the idea of Being in the present moment, of one’s innate existence which seeks no fulfillment or pleasurable identity. One is often exposed to harsh glimpses of themselves as if seen in a third person and some have even gone to the extent as to have understood the psychological process of dying, but beyond that their innate sense of life, that being imperishable, is constant.
This infinite reprogramming of reality is simultaneously inside and outside of one’s physical identity and ego; it penetrates the ego and the outside world, and reconstitutes itself in each and every psychological Idea. The ego is then no longer at odds with the world, it then becomes one with the outside world, in unison with the flow of time and matter, their perpetual cosmic sway--the child is born and understands nothing, it lingers eternal in it’s Buddha bliss, but eventually comes to understand its outside world in correspondence with it’s developing brain, it’s developing body;[but things get rather shaky beyond this point because it remains impossible for anyone to legitimately determine what events or actions take place in one’s life, what critical manifestations of events lead them assume their persona,] but throughout this entire psychological role playing game one must then confront the infinite truth of the moment, its tenure of consciousness beyond the ego or body.
One lingers eternally outside and inside themselves at all times, and as such, has not any legitimate reason to worry or be afraid given adequate physiological nutriment; we have been here before and after all our lives, floating in and out of manifestations, attempting at all times to regain that supreme bliss of just being, or enlightenment; but the sense of identity and being that we dwell in during this physical existence affects our understanding of that eternal life and predetermines how one will act and assert themselves in response to that gift of being: the level that one asserts their own banishment from knowing; because we love and understand consciousness as only a particularly interesting feature of humanity, that sensation of awareness, we are continually reborn into a corporeal form, and the resulting impressions that one has developed in this physical experience, positive or negative, will then affect their receptive capabilities in terms of how much awareness they will be granted, and how much bliss they are capable of then intuiting. Heaven and Hell are not so different, but they have been and can be at all times and in all places, one is somewhere at once with nowhere, always lingering in eternity but guided through it’s muddy waters by the vessel, and it is then up to each individual to choose how long their journey to the sea will take--and if you’d take my outstretched hand, it’s going to be a lovely boat ride.
I've removed my arrogant pin pricks and can call this earnest.