Buy The Bankrupt Farm © Surazeus 2026 11 10 As I decay through process of old age, Brian mumbles while driving to his office, the more hungry Death haunts my torpid footsteps the more strange urge to howl beautiful songs swells up from pulsing passion of my heart, yet I hunch mute in cubicle of fear. Hope for my children to attain success through programming template of education depends on financial support I provide through daily ritual of analysis that I perform in vast corporate machine investing in production of more food. Trapped in the endless round of give and take through which organic creatures thrive till death, our fragile atomic bodies require constant consumption of material forms to maintain function of the dreaming brain which emanates glow of our divine soul. I cannot find great wisdom of the saints, Brian smirks as he rides the elevator, in this cluttered world of material forms that change in constant swirls of energy, so I understand why vision of Heaven deceives us with hope of life beyond death. Instead of accepting that we are nodes for temporary shapes of molecules, arranged to maintain function of the brain, so many humans desperately believe that through faith we attain sweet afterlife as reward for suffering of this vain life. How pleasant to imagine paradise as broad lush hills watered by sparkling streams where we may wander all day in sweet bliss, consuming fruit from fertile Tree of Life while singing hymns of praise in endless choirs, this dream based on ancient history. Our vision of Heaven as garden of fruit preserves actual events of our lost past when we dwelled in thriving communities of homes with gardens of delicious food that bloom along rivers of peaceful joy, ruled by the River God everyone trusts. Compiling reports of profit and loss from grocery stores in towns across the land, Brian types letters on computer screen, then gazes out small window at the city, and wonders how much money he can save to buy the bankrupt farm his father lost.
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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Orpheus visits Brian working on is farm who welcomes him with pleasure and invites him to dinner with his wife and three children who laugh with cheerful joy.
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