Decisions Make Us Free © Surazeus 2025 09 01 How thoughtless of me to think you are not weird as the demon hopping on the shore who laughs at how waves swirl around their feet in vain bid to disassociate fear with frantic flapping of their wingless arms designed to measure ecstasy of forms. We always think we know what is most true as if all our decisions make us free, but we are programmed by ancestral dreams to act within confines of social rules that we forge from our mute terror of death, thinking everything is caused by the wraith. Thus I decide to climb over the wall and steal apples from sacred Tree of Knowledge that God thinks nobody should eat but Him, aware that rewards are great as the risks, so I hide my true face with demon mask I carve from rotten trunk in Tree of Life. Flock of children, imitating wild crows, follow me down the winding mountain road from Delphi to the rugged ocean shore where dragons crawl on bitter sands of time to eat the sacrifice of lonely hearts which crawl away in shield of turtle shells. Still falling from Heaven on tattered wings, I think about the long path of my life in calm reflection on each minute choice that leads me to the next fork in the road where I pause to see the less traveled by so I can ponder emotional why. Deceived by vision of my deep desire, I walk the long way to my chosen fate, past buildings that crumble at the earthquake, to find the Garden of Eden at last, deserted long about by jealous God who grew old and died alone in his Hell. How dishonorable of me to request that you obey behavioral laws I carve on tablets of stone to provide clear guide for actions that create the good, for it is way too easy to destroy since souls cannot be revived after death. Assertive spark of life wakes egg of hope so new life blooms from passion of our hearts to generate fresh bodies from our bodies which replicate our memories in their brains so all my ancestors live in me now, together singing hymn of honesty.
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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Monday, September 1, 2025
Decisions Make Us Free
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Orpheus takes off his demon mask and hangs it on the wall in the Zarathian Museum of Primitive Religions, then lectures to visiting students about the balance of good and evil in the human soul.
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