For the last few days I have been writing about things that reflect no progress, but rather poetic inspirations; and although it is fun to take time to justify myself and make sense of my behavior through the sharing of these inspirations, it is no more productive than playing video games and as worthless as reading books of fiction (… entertainment).
Anything that I write is nothing more than like an arrangement of forces: if it works to negate the forces in one’s life so that they could find balance, it only means we had a perspective that was similarly screwed up. But just because I agree with you, does not mean we are right, and just because you like what I say, does not mean that I am right.
A mundane arrangement is created to counteract the mundane arrangements in one’s life. Once balance is achieved, people tend to worship the arrangement they believed to have caused the balance (instead of worshipping the balance itself). After a while, they continue to emphasize the arrangement so much that they not only lose balance, but are not aware of what they have lost because they still have their sacred schema in their grasp. Their symbol of holiness has let them die, while they still think they are alive.
If you want balance without the arrangements causing residue force, if you want to worship the balance and not the schema; then stop listening to what I say, stop reading books and ideas of man, and begin to read: Nature, Existence, The Is, God. Stop looking for answers and see what is in front of you. Stop being controlled by the voices in your head and listen to the silence of Complete Reality.
Yesterday I wrote about being empathetic to matter and not only this, but being empathetic to all of Reality.The Ultimate source of inspiration is existence itself. Every composer, poet and artist of any type has looked towards it for their productions. If there were rights to intellectual property beyond the human realm, all credit would go to God. What I mean to say is this: Libraries and, so-called, “sources of knowledge” are only copies and photocopies of what has already been said in Nature (If you listen to the Infinite, you will see all knowledge and wonders that have been exteriorized and will transpire throughout time, beyond time, and even outside of our dimensions).
Books are useless, read your mind. I know this statement will be misleading in so many different senses; but I can never explain enough anyways (“if every leaf was a quill, if all the seas were ink, if the skies were a parchment, and if every man was a writer, it would never be enough to write the Love of God”-Frederick M. Lehman’s hymn “The love of God is greater far.”); thus the desperate amount of libraries, paper and silicon used up to contain information. None can explain it better than Itself; so go figure it out from God Himself.
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