Consciousness is quite an
impressionable child. The forms I have it take are myriad and diverse.
And when it takes the shape of what
I call a human being with a central nervous system
that is capable of amplifying
resonance to points of self-awareness never seen before, although not
guaranteed,
yet always in the universal
evolution of my realizational intent to know myself, unknowable as subject
only,
it is indeed a most objective
child. The forms it takes are subtle like a mother’s or a father’s thought
but harden quickly to procured
belief, the most original among them being certain of its separation
from the wonderful holistic entity
of itself as universal knowledge. And this division is the war one calls the
world.
No need to ask a god about such
suffering; just ask the child you are, and know that's why, beyond belief, I
am.
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