Choice Of Our Free Will © Surazeus 2024 11 01 As I drive over the long Bridge of Hope toward the rising sun of our new world order I remember what the cruel tyrant king shouted in rage till he fell from the tower after we took away his bloody sword and left him imprisoned in his despair. "In order to function with ordered rites mortal humans who struggle against fear need the bold dependable lie to live as guiding light that gets them through each day, for the lie that helps them believe in love forms foundation for the stable world order." While the morning sun gleams over far hills, streaming rays of light through the trees of fruit, I laugh at irony of his false truth, for now I understand the strong appeal belief in the afterlife of the soul holds for some people terrified of death. When we contemplate the vast span of time since the first flash of the big bang flared forth into galaxies of stars that nurture worlds, we tremble with awe at Eternity, and wonder why our bright lives are so brief, why we feel immortal as we decay. Pythagoras reasoned the conscious soul could not have come from nothing of the void, therefore our souls must beam down from the stars to animate changing bodies of flesh with power of immortal energy, then beam back up to source stars when we die. Yet I know consciousness of self I am is generated by my dreaming brain as chemical function of its network, this vision-making machine of neurons that conjures virtual model of the world, programmed to mate and make life till we die. I refuse to accept in face of death this convenient lie of the afterlife, though it keeps most people from going mad, for I am happy in the simple knowledge that this brief flicker of my conscious life is all I get to savor truth of love. I want to build new more stable world order on honest truth that everyone will die for any society based on some lie will always collapse into tyranny, so I preach justice and freedom for all to exercise the choice of our free will.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus strums lyre of Mercury and sings tale of his failed attempt to bring his love back from the dead, preaching that life is brief so love everyone you meet.
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