(no subject)
I am the unwilling but accepting spectator of the consciousness this body experiences.
I am not hector, nor do I exist. I am the infinite sea that flows into a floating bottle.
When the bottle sinks or breaks I will be released into non-spectation, non-observing.
The vessel or the temple that is this body is no more than a cage...
A cage victim to chance and circumstance.
A being in a planet, in a solar system in a galaxy in a universe
It experiences the present and the present only
The past and future do not exist
They are the relativistic illusion experienced by a sentient who can form memories
I am the doors of heaven presenting myself unto you
I am a missionary on the street asking if you know what life is.
What is life then?
It is no more than the space between my psychosomatic machine and my freedom.
I am not hector, nor do I exist. I am the infinite sea that flows into a floating bottle.
When the bottle sinks or breaks I will be released into non-spectation, non-observing.
The vessel or the temple that is this body is no more than a cage...
A cage victim to chance and circumstance.
A being in a planet, in a solar system in a galaxy in a universe
It experiences the present and the present only
The past and future do not exist
They are the relativistic illusion experienced by a sentient who can form memories
I am the doors of heaven presenting myself unto you
I am a missionary on the street asking if you know what life is.
What is life then?
It is no more than the space between my psychosomatic machine and my freedom.