Ah, to live beyond the confines of a meaningful life. Meaning, as if dictums or directives
for next moments’ invitation as entry, meaning as an internal kibitzer’s role, offering
a ‘false sense of security’ clause as permission for sensory engagement, meaning
as if a derivement of icing on an unknowable next moment as desert, meaning as
if handles provided in an exclusive warehouse of all handles, nothing but
handles, where grasp is encouraged. Grasp as if confidence guaranteed, grasp
as if conquer, entitlement approved. Meaning as if leverage, spacious
insularity, a vacuous fullness of view, a means to proceed, self-permission
granted. Meaning
as a gloss to any and everything. Meaning as our most trusted intermediary for
the negotiable next conscious moments. What if meaning is just mastication? Meaning
is digest and devour? Meaning as only a solipsistic process? How does one get
over the meaningfulness of oneself, to get on with the living? Life beyond
meaning, life without audience, conclusions, concerted effort, concocted
consciousness(?), without nominality, without concept, without the need for
embrace, just the quantum of oneness. Not
in denial of a meaningful life, but beyond the upkeep and the confines, the
preoccupations, the false-hearted continuities, the lather of mind management, the
self-identifications, underscored by and with isolation as rock-identity and
surefire-method. In a linear world of translation, this stands for surmise
suicide. But in a multi-realm world, I
have only asked for energetic honesty to be the means, for heart-mind, outside
of time, to enunciate into consciousness what then comes to pass into a time
dimension as oneness awareness and
to then live, going forward, beyond the confines of
a meaning-filled life . . .
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