The Struggle For Self
I have appreciated the extent to which my mind is single, and shared, but within reason, I can control that and make it work for me. My animal body and my animal mind deceive each other, and fight for control, unbalancing the needs of the whole. I am a child, a father, and a broken shell. I speak with soft words, though my heart pops racing.
I know, but yet I do not know, when I die, where will I go? My mind is tainted, and corrupted by common ideas about beginning and end, and I remain in the middle, self-centering and going on like immortality was mine. Or that a bred man or woman, from my seed, needs to be, or cannot be without in this temporary and prevocational world. My body and my mind.
Peer over the edge, with digital circuits so logical.
I know, but yet I do not know, when I die, where will I go? My mind is tainted, and corrupted by common ideas about beginning and end, and I remain in the middle, self-centering and going on like immortality was mine. Or that a bred man or woman, from my seed, needs to be, or cannot be without in this temporary and prevocational world. My body and my mind.
Peer over the edge, with digital circuits so logical.