Why We Humans Suffer Pain © Surazeus 2023 08 13 When ancient humans suffered searing pain in fierce struggle against indifferent Nature, they invented hostile gods in dark skies based on aggressive bullies on gold thrones through search for meaning in this futile life as if to explain why we suffer pain. I find no reason in this game of life for why we humans suffer pain from fear beyond the fact we are organic bodies composed from mindless chemicals of lust that structure themselves in aggressive coils through successful generation of children. When I find myself alive on this world, awake with conscious awareness of myself, I analyze weird clues my eyes perceive about psychic origin of my being, then I design purpose I would achieve from successful actions that produce pleasure. So when I rise from swirling ocean waves, reborn from death of pain in sunless deep, baptized by cleansing passion of pure faith when I accept that we suffer and die, I present resurrection of bold love as meaningful goal for suffering I endure. The first organic body of my mind, that nurtures dreaming brain, which thinks I am divine spirit awake with light of stars, evolves from boiling hydrothermal vents, then I swim ever upward toward Sun Eye that watches me from shimmer of desire. With aching lust to generate new life I crawl fresh-water rivers paved with gems, then rise from lake of dreams at dawn of time to climb tall tree of knowledge on the shore where I fight hissing serpent of despair to eat ripe apple of wisdom with hope. While my love and I cuddle in our tree we sing sweet harmony of aching hope to protect each other from searing pain and share intense pleasure of making love that generates children from seed and egg so we live in new bodies, though we die. Through envisioned expression of free will I create meaning from pain I endure to produce food I cultivate from Earth which nurtures children I sire from desire who embody immortal soul of genes based on memories created from my pain.
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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