this is the part where you unlearn something
you've been told to learn,
much like a clapping-monkey
unlearning the clapping mechanisation /
"coping mechanism", and learning
to tap your feet...
      but unlearning is just like learning from
an early age -
       it's another learning format -
although: if original learning be a sine
trigonometric curve -
         then unlearning is a cosine
trigonometric curve -
   when it comes to the tan?
off the charitable map of endeavours:
the selfish construct of enlightenment:
off the charts pompous *******:
   memes, maxims, yada yada blah blah boo.

****, i'm starting to sound like a chinese sage...

mind you: you know why people fear
immortality,
   and why the concept of an after "life"
is so ridiculous?
   for one, people fear immortality because
it's unnatural, but at the same it becomes
"natural" by technological advancement...
we already know there's a death sentence,
the shadow of death looming over us,
stalking us...
     we fear immortality as much as we fear
death... why? the inefficiency of memory,
or rather the ontology of memory -
and yes, it's right to apply ontological inspections
of each and every, recognisable faculties
we like to call: dreaming, thinking,
   imagining, memorising etc. et al.
but the fear of immortality sometimes
   leaves us more apprehensive with the death itself,
after all, death is life per se -
  and why wonder? so much is happening
in the world prior to and after the final signature
that it's obviously annoying to take to
discussing the post scriptum of death,
esp. when it's plagued by religious imagery,
pearly gates, revisiting the garden of eden,
a simple automated non-imagination worthy
abyss... too much is already in motion,
     try describing a train at rest to people
who are on a speeding train, with no brakes...
you will always look and sound ridiculous...
it's just, plain **** pointless...
the arguments you allow yourself to regurgitate
have no real foundation...
   so you give vectors, a kippah,
a crucifix, a prayer matt...
   eternity has only one obligation worthy of
being allowed an utterance:
                            shut up! & sit still!
    
the best way to perpetuate mortality
is to stop fearing death -
i don't know where these past 10 years
have gone, but there's a 13K number
of poems to match my bewilderment...
it's not a statement of awe,
   bewilderment is more: huh?!
rather than the expression of awe: ah!

we see it though, in the old,
   memory is the biggest problem concerning
a belief in: life, immortal.
why? we're so ****** clingy -
we might as well have 99% relation
to leeches (given our ontology of memory)
than 99% of chimp...
    chimps carpe diem our ***** all the time...
you say boo! they go wow!
and then return to the lack of self-conscious
blank stare of a quasi-comatose stare:
eating just fruits and vegetable,
they soon resemble the blank stare -
vegetable consciousness, wide-awake,
but without the notion of self -
   pardonable, as a reflection trapped in
a mirror; kinda like a photograph;
as the saying was back when the selfie epidemic
wasn't rife:
     take a picture; it'll last longer;
and how many times i walked up to a mirror,
looking into it, trying to not spot my reflection?
i guess the first lesson in directing movies:
fudge-pack that 3rd person narrative angle
where you become vampiric;
swedes ought to know, they're the most angle
obsessed movie artists known to man.

yeah... we imagine the after "life", terrible mistake...
i hate imagining such a concept -
i'm worried that the real "to come"
     is really a matter of "what's worth to forget"?
tis a fine balance, between treating memory
of a hoarding vacuum,
   and just letting it do it's own focus of interest,
i.e.? leaving it to unconscious mechanisation:
the sort of mechanisation that brings up
matthias' warehouse...
             the warehouse of the many boxes
of philosophy's short-script denoted by per se;

thank **** i'm out of plato's cave,
oh, but wait... i'm in a warehouse... greeeeet!
(like any scot might say).