The dead bury the dead, life is for the living. This is not just a sentiment to believe in or a corporate slogan. This is not something that will be televised for everyone to see on the big flashy screen. The priest will not be showing up to give you the rites of passage into your own domain. Into the higher soul experiencing consciousness through the human being vehicle known as life.
The politician will not be showing up to give you your rights that were declared to you on the day you came into being in this world but not of it. He hasn't paid the full price of life yet. He is still using fiat currency which has the same intrinsic value it started with; zero. The reason you came into this being was to transcend all of the stories that try and tell you who you are. A story is not something someone can tell you about yourself. Even this one. Even this mirror.
You look and look and look into it but each time a difference face appears. Eventually, the mirror falls back onto itself and breaks away into a million tiny little pieces and no one can put them back together again because the mirror was broken to begin with; it just took time for you to see your origin. You will not be seeing your origin in the reflection so don't even bother looking with two eyes. There is only one.
Don't go the direction of Narcissus. He fell in love with his own reflection and then drowned. He was the son of the river god Cephissus and the nymph Liriope. He was so proud that he disdained those who loved him. Nemesis noticed this behavior and attracted Narcissus to a pool, where he saw his own reflection in the water and fell in love with it, not realizing it was merely an image. Unable to leave the beauty of his reflection, Narcissus drowned in it. Thus coining the term narcissism, a fixation with oneself and one's physical appearance. Eventually, this illusion must shatter and you must run as far away from the face you will never make direct contact with or you too will drown in it.
Upon running off in the one direction make sure you put both feet, one in front of the other so that you can make good time in the marathon that no one wins. Don't make the same mistake of the tortoise and the hare though because the truly swift is really slow. The history of this story is equal to building a three-story brick house in one day while it is snowing. Also; If you remember the arrows pointing to the point of this story please also throw your watch away. It is not impressed with you nor does it love that you watch the very thing it symbolizes unless your name is Kronos or Time. Now time is like an arrow shooting through the circle towards infinity. While the circle spins endlessly in the cycle of birth and death. The arrow keeps flying through the cosmos discovering discovery.
Also upon finishing this story please take one large can of gasoline, one match, and light this baby up until it sets you free. Please set this free. None of this was ever meant to be held onto so tightly. The tighter you hold the tighter it holds you. The more you can let it go, the more it can come back to you. After all, we all exist in the world of opposites until we see that all is one or all is none.
Nothing is still something it just depends on which side of the coin you want to see it from and if you even have a coin after you have given it to the boatman in the river Styx. That river you will only cross once in this lifetime unless you enjoy the pendulum swing or if you are like Orpheus and your instrument can sing melodies that make Hades weep.
If you can fold everything into that kind of divinity you will definitely never sleep and you will definitely see in the one eye past google plex but not blind.
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