Purest Bliss Of My Cognitive Dissonance

There’s not a lot that truly matters, -in the plainest form of my writing, nothingness is our basis. Nothing in our universe is substantial enough for the pressures that come with it. Terrified of the unknown is the constant state of mind for all—our humanity, waves of Saudade.

How is it that such emptiness is prolonged, how is it that such emptiness has this longevity? Not all emptiness is sadness, nor loneliness nor a negative representation of an emotion.

Emptiness simply, is human nature.

Dust to dust Genesis, Job, and Ecclesiastes emphasized.

Frequent musings on what truly matters --- Albeit, “matters” to me, a flimsy word. 

Not our now’s, nor before our nows, nor before the then, or after the then. 

Unbeknownst to us all,

Imagination is all we have.

Imagination is all we have ever had.

Imagination is all there is, tangible, blissful, and perhaps a hazardous state of hope.

The demanding arrogance of death makes my theory of our consciousness nothingness. 

Human existence, fraught with risk.

It will come, it is time, then it is not, then it is past, the vastness of time ….

Permanence is nonexistent. We are only but our awareness. How much do you know of what is, what is not, what will be, nor how.

It is infrequent that humans are delighted at the unknown, simply, we are in a consciousness struggle. 

The pleasantness of my mere existence is deep-rooted, and warm in the results of In-Yun experienced in my lifetime, for what is real, is Destiny……

I relish our shared space in our home, earth.

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