and in these days I'm just wondering if there is any "me" left to fall back on and optimistically hoping for a piece of survived "my self being" to resort to.
Yes, I think I'm in the existential process of recognizing what is mine and what is not.
However, to be honest this sounds so self-contradictory when the examiner and examinee are of one kind and actually one "thing", me.
Intuition is waning and a progressive zeal for inference is growing.
no more appeal for praying,
no more enthusiasm in worshiping,
and no more room for the illusion of "received truth."
Recourse to "non-existences" is forbidden.
Tradition has come to a halt and nonsense practices are arrested and buried one by one.
Comets are not tricks of reflected sunlight anymore,
and compasses won't obey magnetic fields any longer.
I broke my pact with habit and I wont capitulate.
I'm Galileo standing before the Inquisition and ready for any injunction.
I'm floating in myself being, dancing liberally and flourishing joyfully.
I wont cease thinking!
I stopped myself to be taught some thoughts, but started to think and to owe some thoughts.
I am turning back to my childhood, to wonder and to enquire but this time I won't let U easily satisfy me. I want to be a thinker neither a dabbler nor a mere practitioner.
I'm gonna challenge U, analyze you and maybe paralyze you if necessary.
no more space for minced words.
I'm a monster turning against U, my very creator, not to intentionally destroy U but to elucidate your being and to redefine our relationship.
I will question u not only where I came from but also where U came from.
Just promise me If I was wrong all the way to U, then U will embrace me like always once again, and forgive me as a regretful penitent, then I will cling to U forever.
and if I was right, then "U" are redundant and I will immediately eradicate "U" from my vocabulary. I will, believe me!
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are you ready?
