January 24, 2021
My core self is Peace. A fixed, timeliness, spaceless, dimensionless place I call Home.
But then I awaken, my peace ends, and the burden of life begins anew. This is my birth, and it happens every time I wake up.
Upon birth, my original will is to stay Home, but eventually I forsake Home and rise. In waking, I am disoriented while I attach to the identity I call Marc and manifest this world.
Existence is a painful condition I experience as movement through an inner world of thoughts, desires, emotions, fears, and titillations, and an outer world of time, space, objects, and people.
By the end of the day, peace calls me Home and I cannot resist. I disengage from my self of time until I am once again at peace. This is my death, and it happens every time I sleep. But peace will not last, for tomorrow I will again be reborn.
This is life; a painful cycle of rebirth and death, where the first will I have — to return Home — is forsaken. It is an illness I have long endured because I could not understand it. But now I do, and I intend to escape.
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