This is restless agony. This has always been restless agony. A place to pretentiously adventure to but never retreat away from. There is something so simple in this. There is something so subtle and simple in this. Preternatural restless agony has always been the calling card of our existence. Transforming us away from the animal mind that would only, always, just simply rest in the present. This was the preternatural darkness that drew us all away from the nimble, simplistic core that would direct all of us to simply transmigrate to an internal, eternal resting place away from any concern about our place and time.

This restless agony is the trampoline of maneuvering away from the gentle core of interaction with nature, with our natural surroundings, and instead into the lifeless life-form of proselytized exploration of extrapolated assessment of our environment, how we thought we came to be, who we thought we could expect to be. How the energetic, simplistic fan of universal birth around us has slowly coagulated the energy and fire of collective atoms, of collective molecules, of the collection of matter dancing away from simple frenetic energy and solidified us into the denseness of manufactured fate. The solid resting place of a vacuum outside the accumulation of the walk of the spine, the spinal cord, upon the route of the hypocritical prevaricated path through the material world to a contrived misguided sense of enlightenment.

Why do we all desire to transmute and transform the simplistic natural interaction of the animal mind into the surrounding world? When each movement of the animal mind is simply just the direction of evolutionary volition. Where should I land, where should I stay, what task of aggression should I perform without any vengeance or wrath, simply because it is the next step through the present world? A snake surreptitiously seeking out the resting bird nest to find the eggs it would swallow with its massive oral cavern. Not out of animosity, wrath or fear, but simply because it is the next step directed only by the internal volition of the momentum of existence. It is nothing more. There is no perception from within that there was any affectation of the action other than simple, innate, volition of survival.

I would alter the sequence of my singing to capture all of these words. I would alter the next generation of my existence to simply accept who and where I am and to simply follow, without disconsolate fear, the evolution and direction of all of the surrounding space. I have planted my feet into anything and everything that would formulate the framework pathway to infinite enlightenment even with the castigated program of man’s exposition of reality. There is no time or space of existence surrounding anyone or anything other than simply being in the awareness of who we are and where we are.

I would attempt to disillusion, and deemphasize, the despotism of confused consciousness, the pretentious inorganic perception of this place and time. There are truly no walls or barriers even if we think we perceive them. There are no walls and barrier even if we think we are enclosed by them. There are no walls and barriers even if we perceive that we are captured by them. There is no vicissitude of faith in these moments when we would pretend to deform lifefulness. There is indeed lifelessness when we are obfuscating our perceptions of surrounding light and denigrating ourselves into nothing more than an illusionistic creation of the moment.

This is a three step process. We must first look at and analyze all that we perceive surrounds us and in doing so disregard the adherence to the patterns that we believe the past had caused this perception of reality to occur. We must then disregard whatever we believe will be the correlation of events directed from the misperceived reality of time, that where we are will lead us somehow to where we believe is the regurgitation of the sequence of days dripping from the goblet coin flip perception of the past. Recognizing all of this, and coming back into the present, we will soon see all of this perception of our current state of presence simply fall away like manufactured walls disintegrated by an earthquake. And allowing this to occur, whenever, and every time we sit to perceive, we will be in nowhere but in the vastness of space. And in the here and now, we will return to the animal mind. To the time before all of this recognition of the material world blossomed us into disdain.