Geographic Conceptual Therapist © Surazeus 2023 07 18 As blind seer in bright mountain cave of dreams I wear cloak of the wolf I killed to play geographic conceptual therapist analyzing nature so I can fix relationship of my body with space that flows through process of atomic time. As son of Orpheus I am conserved now here in the Great Nowhere of Dream Time, aware of each stark moment that unfolds conceptual bloom of life from swirling void through flash of chemicals that compose me as organic ghost who embodies light. I sense Time Travel is impossible because we cannot reverse constant motion of every atom in the universe that spirals from first flash of the big bang to form galaxies of stars nurturing worlds where conscious creatures bloom from molecules. As dreaming creatures with perceptive brains, composed of atoms swerving in the void, we are integral parts of constant flow that sparks of energy trace in brain cells, and thus we cannot push backwards in time against the constant change of hungry hope. Therefore we live this life forward in time as we emerge from vital spell of love our mothers weave in egg of divine truth with thread of genes from sperm our fathers sow which congregates atoms in dreaming brains to generate our bodies from soul light. We cannot travel back to former states but we can now travel forward in time when we zoom faster across measured space by driving piston-powered time machines to cover distance in minutes and hours that takes months and years to traverse on foot. My consciousness is function of my brain so when my brain ceases to perform thoughts my consciousness will vanish into nothing, for how my brain perceives the sensual world, and conjures virtual model of its truth, projects minds of my ancestors as my mind. Each moment of intense experience my ancestors perform in strife to live, conception to conception of each soul, is programmed by immortal soul of genes to design my brain that perceives the world so they are all awake in how I see.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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