Great I Of Everywhere © Surazeus 2023 10 31 Because Noon is the great abyss of light from which our bodied minds cannot depart, we charge with potent nothingness of being to shine with false brilliance of victories as we begin routine of hope again through eternal recurrence of desire. Thus stuck in heart of Nihilism, I am alive with passion to become the God our brains design based on the Ideal Human which waits with energy of nothingness as rich potential negation of love that blossoms our bodies into bright souls. I find no meaning in my random being except as passion of quick molecules to generate organic body frame containing vibrant energy of light which glows with conscious intention of love to construct model of envisioned time. So here I am awake on planet Earth that spins forever in vacuum of space around bright pulsing Eye of Cosmic Mind who dreams itself aware inside my brain through vibrant atoms forming neural net which names itself Great I of Everywhere. Each conscious mind of atoms glowing bright on every planet in the multiverse feels so alone in vast eternity, enclosed within narrow scope of its dream, yet we feel radiant energy of love weaving us all together in One Soul. Though we exist without meaning or aim, we seek to reincarnate in dreaming mind immortal soul of genes that knows the I through eternal recurrence on Time Wheel as sperm conceives life inside fertile egg so light wakes inside my organic brain. This body-framed brain that I feel as me exists in temporary organ form, but light-vibrating atoms of my being still flare forth from first flash of the big bang forming star and planet from which I spring, and they will still glow long after I die. So I gaze up from surface of my world to peer at heart of being at dawn of time that bonds my heart to White Whole of all being, savoring pleasure of existing as me, for my atoms will become other beings to remain as Great I of Everywhere.
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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