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We are just brain states.

Hurling toward nothingness.

One day we will know.

I've seen what could be

And what nothing is

I know what it is like

To be in the center of the void

Also

Outside of it all...

I sit in the chair
The Doctor looks at me
She says nothing...
She injects the serum into my brain

I can hear them
I can smell them
I can see them

The memories leaking out
I hope they weren't important
The Doctor sings the lullaby into my ear
I wake up...

I appear in the wasteland
the sage stands before me

In its most approachable & unassuming form

It looks at me
it says...

If it is freedom you seek,
then it is truth that you lack...

I feel empty...

I am crushed by the mace of lament

Everything goes black
I feel the fragments of myself magnetizing and molding itself anew

I am whole again...

I lay here
Anxiously awaiting my second death
My Final Enlightenment...

There's something so powerful
about looking up at the night sky
and knowing that
all the mistakes you made
today and yesterday
are gone.

At the end of the day
you are still
a galaxy
within
a galaxy.

f.m.s.

The act of not believing;
not believing in one’s actions,
or participation,
in a world that preexists
the conflicted Self.