I some time feel the infinite reasoning of the elders; the illustrious ones, is incorrect.. as I become more in tune with my immortal self, it becomes more apparent to me why we divide, break up and fracture the things in, and out of the knowing. We create a sensation of "out there". All of which gives an illusion of distance, and different experiences, as opposed to the one. The self that our immortal selves create must first go mad, and then die, on the path of realization; to know that [it] is the god that walks on the floor of the universe as it throws the many stars into place like confetti.
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EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (
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forgive me, but
'in my humble opinion', I lack
the intellect or eloquence
to do justice, to your profound words
so, I'll lean on Spinoza's visionary
words, to attempt
a poetic response to your poetry
thanks for sharing:
“Those who wish to seek out the cause of miracles and to understand the things of nature as philosophers, and not to stare at them in astonishment like fools, are soon considered heretical and impious, and proclaimed as such by those whom the mob adores as the interpreters of nature and the gods. For these men know that, once ignorance is put aside, that wonderment would be taken away, which is the only means by which their authority is preserved.”
― Baruch De Spinoza, Ethics
“I would warn you that I do not attribute to nature either beauty or deformity, order or confusion. Only in relation to our imagination can things be called beautiful or ugly, well-ordered or confused.”
― Baruch Spinoza
“The more you struggle to live, the less you live. Give up the notion that you must be sure of what you are doing. Instead, surrender to what is real within you, for that alone is sure....you are above everything distressing.”
― Spinoza
“The more clearly you understand yourself and your emotions, the more you become a lover of what is.”
― Spinoza
I must have been Spinoza in another life, his thoughts are my observations. Our gods are truly a projection of self. Thank you for taking out time to read my poetry.
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