reality is the essence of human prejudice
and it is compoundedly so.
first, by its method
of experiential awareness
and second, by its content
as audience abstracted.
there is no wholism to what we intake
or how we input for consciousness.
it is linearly a cognitive process unto itself.
we essentially don't go to it
because our reception is that,
in all sensory ways, it comes us,
as in our way of interpretational account.
we can't get outside our own registry
and languaging is metaphorically
a lot like wearing shoes,
which is our false presumption to start with.
and then we build a world for ourselves
to accommodate that premise,
as if it were absolutely necessary.
we are the conundrum,
making everything our riddle of interest
that we build to accompany our puzzlement.
we don't understand understanding
with more of the same.
we are, by understanding,
a harassment to our being
but we can't really know that
because knowing is where
we base our cursory selves.
outside of that as our operative,
we would have to comprehend
the unknowable
as in a comprehension as a sentience,
as a vibratory immersion within.
yet experience, as our primary medium,
lacks that capacity currently.
so if we could go to where we couldn't die.
and we comprehended the current myth
of living.
and there was no sense to being boundaried
as if as a self
or having physical occupancy define us.
and we had a think capacity from the void,
that never made the effort to get to words,
and we were strangely,
even remotely,
distant to that as an awareness,
that had a definite clear
though faintness there of
and as a given,
then we could put
our current self-consciousness aside.
well, then having that
as the import of meaning,
we would not have our current intent
or goals.
but for us to be
beyond a permission to be this,
possibly outside of time and space,
yes, this already exists within us.
and yet here we are,
in this face-forward adventure
of this most absorbing process
of how do we,
come to embrace
beyond the dilemma at hand . . .
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