I could write from the within to the without, as above so below, for eternity, until the end of time only to find myself back at the beginning wondering where I had been and why I’m still here, right where I started.
There is no escape, because there is nothing “more.” It’s all the same but for the definitions. As above so below, from the within to the without. Sometimes, I just want to scream out, just a peep or a ping of sound to express all that is here, everything included in that one ping as above so below, as within so without.
Lol: as I’ve written for the last couple of hours, days, weeks, years and for as long as I have been defined and/or allowed myself to be defined; the more lines I write, the more lines I end up deleting. It’s as though I’m removing or letting go of the extraneous or irrelevant definitions of what I am - as that which I no longer care to be defined by. It’s like, I see that the lines are still here, I’m just not following them as I used to.
From the linear perceptions of my mind, this is like scary confusing. However, in switching perspectives to a more wholesome view, I begin to kind of see the significance of the lines, “as above so below, as within so without”. In other words, what matters isn’t what life is, but how we define it within and as the file of our existence. A good read is Heaven's Journey to Life.
Look once more at this line (of code), “the desire to know more”. I read it as “the desire to (be) no more” - which I then redefine more along the lines of my intention to no longer be defined by what I’ve been. What the hell does that mean? It means that, as a program that I've been equally as one with others of the file (of life), I’ve decided to rewrite myself, my new purpose being to stand equally as one with all as is best for all.
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