to
become Ultimate becomes public where we extol exhibition. to dislike a person
must be in favor of a cosigned maxim, else, it may be interiority. but we are
wise. where others are unwise. while prudence favors the chosen. I have no escape while I understand why
most remain veiled. it comes by information. it comes so casually. where
listeners are gathering material. too
many subjects such analysis while most are eager for a confidant. a man goes wilderness. he kisses a
hibiscus. an entire town, on pure preference, labels the man as mad. a person is on trial. he is found guilty.
the people drag him to his death. he
was guilty of murder. the town crucified him. and not one person stood trial. something is different for us. something
is in favor of you. where one is begging for humanity. we deny our greater axioms, if but to
create our greater misdeeds, while we nevertheless demand to be treated
fairly. different rules, for similar
realities, or sheer hypocrisy. I
would unlearn society, its wretched undercurrent, where humans must unknit
consensus. such dear injustice where a group agrees but weather falls upon
souls. such dear complaints, such disregard for karma, while we laugh at
meditators. it would first be
dungeons or chains or society’s rejection. many took to opposites. some
wholeheartedly. others found it a fad.
while reading interiority
I gazed at certain chapters, I imagined our people desire structure; something
setting boundaries, something proclaiming authority, where many have disarmed
axioms. thoughts are jingling. our canopy it unfixed. while an author is
determining inclusion. such desolate
distress. such availing answers. where reality has become relativistic by
plurality. I wonder about our
connectivity—are we gathering dots—or gunning nakedly with everything to hate.
such mind-roots.
such primitive needs. but most submit for it’s operative. I often relax as to see something clearly
while most are seeing it also. I ask
if trust is necessary. if it determines a different psychic feeling. or have we
discarded those silent reminders?
where esteem is
pivotal instead of routine while most grow out of treasuring axioms. our kept
morals. or our rejected ethics. to determine what we need most. intuition might
open. illumination might cascade. or pain might speak.
