I am not an intellect
nor am I a savant.

A perpetual and eternal seeker, an intrigued observer if you will.

No longer searching for rational explanations amongst the cosmos, no external modus operandi,
none whatsoever.

Gratefully cognizant,
I am, of the personally attained enlightenment
permeating throughout my being, though, under no circumstance shall I deem existence as being the cherished paragon which is so blatantly strewn throughout the benign amicability of such fabricated fables for which society, oh so, lackadaisically prescribes.

Quite parallel to those who’ve consciously abolished the utter self-delusionment that reality’s illusory plight thoughtlessly provokes I, we, remain within an amalgamation of idiocy, chaos, maelstrom, and fantasy.