Holy Apple Of The Sun © Surazeus 2024 12 19 Your origin story is based on guilt, but mine is based on desire to create new bodies from dark spirit of the Earth so the Sun becomes conscious of itself through light and rain in sacred fruit we eat which I take when I trick the greedy snake. The Sun becomes conscious inside my brain when I wake from sensation of desire from floating in the sea two billion years, feeling urgent need to crawl from the lake and climb the tree that reaches to the sky where I eat holy apple of the Sun. Trembling from hunger and cold in the rain, I walk along the river from the sea to see the man standing tall by the cave whose head is haloed by the glowing sun so I ask for fruit from the serpent tree then open my heart to receive his soul. I generate new body for his soul who grows tall and strong as he withers old in endless cycle of death and rebirth to reincarnate spirit of the Sun which animates the man with gleaming eyes who explores the Earth for six million years. Though I feel guilty when I miss the mark, and fumble when I attempt to create something good with lithe gestures of my hands, this guilt alerts me to adjust my stance when I analyze strict physics of motion so I can perform better with each attempt. With keen attention of observing eyes I study nature of physical bodies composed of matter in patterns of forms to see all things are structures of small atoms and know consequence from cause and effect to help me create, rather than destroy. When I construct matter into new forms, I invent pottery, tools, and machines that help me cultivate plants from the Earth so everyone performs their special role in communal food-production process while I keep watch on the high ziggurat. Thus I become God who rules the empire where every person plays their special role to maintain baby-generation cycle repopulating cities with wise workers who assimilate all nations of Earth into Heaven I create with the Word.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus sings hymn to the man with the all-seeing eye who sits on the high flat-top pyramid to play god as he keeps watch over the fields of farmers, herders, and craftsmen who sell their goods in the market.
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