I was travelling the Nights of lies, beyond my Consiousness can reach, inside the holy ghost reside, I was talking delusional without a purpose, do I really have a purpose to speak? Do we have a purpose to grow? Not Confusion but clear dirction, a way of a warrior? Or a Way of A Monk! Which one I choose, I will be Free! We are always free to choose! The truth is all around but we tend not to see it rather not to feel it but to be fool by it, Still Do I have a purpose to speak?
The ancient monuments of past truths are laughing hysterically, towards a new religion to form, towards a new synthesis that will happen, Vision! A meaning only left to speak out is left to me! No Rational meaning without irrational possibilities are left to me…
No stories No poetry, No truth No mystery, i am just a sailor sailing the infinite, in the spacesuit of Being human! This life, before life, after life…
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