It is Christmas Day. I didn't know if I would be here for this today but... apparently I am. I try to think and feel beyond the samskaric veils of ever intensifying materialism. I can feel it like an envelope of surround sight and sound. Within the envelope is a layer of bubble wrap on both sides. Perhaps it is a cushion upon the ether. We know that civilization is basically humanities reaction to pain. This is endlessly mutating but always in the direction of comfort and an insulation from anyone who has less than us and which eventually leads to a self created isolation in one of the countless cells contained in the Penitentiary of the Mind.
Every life being lived becomes the product, the final result of what we precipitated into being through our thoughts, words and actions. Essentially what each of us are is an actor, performing the whims of the personality, until these whims take on the appearance of reality in one of the cell-blocks of the Penitentiary of the Mind. It is at some point in that sector of existence when Death the Liberator appears, in order to release us from the confinement we built, as a contrary reaction to the Will of God on our behalf. Fear and Desire are two of the main subcontractors who worked on the structure, according to the blueprints we assembled in order to materialize our dreams.
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