Pssst papa...say something!
Hello, my child. How is it going
My Reverend papa... nothing is going fine
Why? Is something bothering my dearest child? What has chagrined you?
The dread of known is more than unknown is something I came to learn about
Time will wither away all the dread in its unrelenting march across the vast empty cosmos.
But time of pain will not erode so easily and time that humans have to live in is short
We are humans today, but we came from the black waters of the abyss, and soon we will shed our transient forms. Human time is limited, but also therefore, unlimited.
Unlimited, if we do not splurge in the limited time. With constant threats looming over and empty promises , unlimited will soon become a number
The waves in the ocean all reflect the same sky, even if they don't know it yet. No threat, nor empty promise can limit that, which is unlimited. Its only our transient forms that reflect it as such
Polluted oceans reflect a polluted sky, the courrpt promises we are in dark about. And the run of those promises obviously the transient are unable to see through
Yet not seeing something is not the same as not knowing something. Just as one knows that there's sky behind the dark clouds, so does one know that there's the unlimited behind its transient illusions
If we work towards it. Not by being trapped in society and satisfaction.
Hear, hear. One must overcome the transient to achieve the immemorial.
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