Mirrored Stillness Of The Soul © Surazeus 2026 08 26 Despite the mirrored stillness of the soul that hides essential nature of my heart in sweet illusion of the mask I wear, my mind seethes with ambition to transcend physical limits of body and mind by weaving my memories in riddle verse. If bright coherence of the conscious soul still glows with integrated sense of self after functions of the body have ceased, as people are so desperate to believe, then why are they not all around us now whispering their dreams in words we can hear? Just as the frail flame on the candle wick puffs into delicate curls of mute smoke, so vibrant pulse of psychic energy will vanish into nothingness at death since chemical glow of the dreaming mind ceases to emanate clear consciousness. Just as water, shaped by shell of the bowl, disperses into incoherent swirls when whole frame is fractured into small shards, so intact process of the neural net will scatter into frazzled sparks of unthought, unable to preserve memories as dreams. This special feeling of my own uniqueness that binds chemical energy as me, conjured by ancestral memories of life programmed by genes to beam my sense of self, tricks me to think my conscious mind has lived before my birth as immortal God Self. My sense of self is programmed from my genes by conscious functions of attentive brains in my ancestors who created life through each new generation of my being that has evolved four hundred million years, so I feel as if I have lived forever. My brain is but one temporary node of consciousness awake in me this hour at this still point of my immortal genes designed by my ancestors to perceive process to generate bodies of children another hundred million years of life. I am coherent soul combining souls of all my ancestors in Sense of Self, so I would like to wake in my descendants, but they will form their own coherent souls in bodies animated by brave love bright in the mirrored stillness of the soul.
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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Wednesday, August 26, 2026
Mirrored Stillness Of The Soul
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Orpheus looks back over the hundred million years since he was born to map his journey as he has played the lyre for generations of conscious gods.
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