I think reality is slipping on me; i.e. reality is not this, not in
time. Time does not exist. The standard false reality is what is
perceived in the now like a flash print photograph thieving attention towards what
was or might be. Fear, fixation, and
hope regret the density in distancing from what is not real as if it were
real.
This realm of exuberance, cosmic dance beat, the sensation of touching
and enjoyment: none of it is real. The
popularity, the nationality, the religion, the tales, the genetics, the act,
the birth and ultimately death: none of it is real.
What is real; an absolute stillness beyond time in parceled components in
motion, the arrangement is arbitrary.
Identity, being in moments of how, where, the maximum of what is not
real is peeled back, that removed is as close as anyone can get to what is
real.
We as humans are incapable of perceiving what is real. All we can do is shed as much as we can of
what is not real and attempt to see what is real like a silhouette.
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