Paranoid delusioons of a madman

Robert " grave robber" redford.

i often think very highly of myself, as if im entitled to more than every single other being on the face of this planet. exaggerated, egotistical, delusions of intelligence. Sprung, from the reality breaking misconceptions from which i formulated in my head. romanticized ideology, that makes me think my very thoughts can change the fiber of my being through sheer creative higher conscious thinking. Stuck, inside my head, this idea, that i am a force to be reckoned with comparable to mother nature herself. ignorant, false ideals of intelligence that makes me think throughout the delusions of my paranoia, that i have found a deeper connection to the world. a connection that states how we are all the same. we're all made up with the same bite sized atoms, constructs of matter itself. not just to other people, but also all of the spectacular and divine carbon based creatures that enrich this world. to the stars themselves, composed of the same five constructs of matter. we are quite literally, stardust. the death of a blazing sun forms new life through resurrection. bursting into life like a phoenix raising from the ashes.  elements, raining from the heavens, composing the very things that make you, what and who you are.  this strikes me in awe, and wonder, to stand before the mighty sky, and feel kinship and ancestry. so why not think i am as powerful as mother nature? am i not composed of the same essence from which everything else is composed of? i feel like its more delusional NOT to think i am the same. is this delusion? is this false-idol intelligence? or is this something more? maybe one cannot bear these concepts until all grip of reality is lost, allowing your conscience to extend outward from your body.  maybe you cant truly understand your place in this universe unless you lose all constructs of your mind and travel within it.  how are you supposed to fit the weight of existence itself into something that is INFINITELY smaller the reach of space and time.

but pay no attention to my thoughts.

these are just paranoid delusions from a madman.

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Comments1

  • onepauly

    wonderful delusions from a madman who is quite sane. his words will let you know this.



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