Woman, Man, etc

All women are the same. All men too. There is nothing divine about gods. None of them equals the Goddess. This world is fake: a playground, a lab, a test. It serves only those who made us, but it is a motor brake for the divine seed that is within us.

Living? What Is It?

We all want real life. But what is it? So many people, so many dreams. We have a multitude of them, to meet someone who possesses more or less the same ones as you, it’s a big step. If we want to live so strongly, it’s because deep down we feel that the real thing is slipping away. As long as we are stuck in this crate, real life will escape us. Do we have to die to live?

Grow and Decay

Aristotle defines life as “the ability to feed, grow and decay by oneself”. An extracurricular site adds this critical comment: “A living being is endowed with a certain degree of autonomy within an ambient environment and only needs itself to maintain itself as such.” The teacher who laid that stuff deserves to be fired. Because he ties without cement. Nothing holds up, everything gets broken and goes to pot.

Aristotle did not manage to avoid the seriousness of imbeciles; he died from them. Aristotle, the Germans would say.

Philosophy? The wind that comes from the foundation. Cat poop. Purely physiological. It is hardly better than the current amphigurism, which serves as a source of depth.

Amphiguric?
– Erudite: abstruse, esoteric, hermetic, inaccessible, unintelligible, unfathomable, obscure.
– Literary: abstruse, nebulous, opaque, sibylline.
– Vernacular: completely stupid.

Life 1

All women are the same. Under a different appearance, style, and physical forms, they resemble each other so much that to seek the difference you have to go back twenty thousand years. The man’s mold makes them in my chain, tchac, tchac, with a die-cutter. They are molded, removed from the mold, put on a drying blanket, and presto! Up for the big adventure. Which turns out to be a fly trap.

Life 2

All men are the same. Despite ridiculous and disproportionate efforts to prove otherwise, they are all the same. Some are so strong that if they meet, they cancel each other out. Woman or man? Kif kif. With little effort, we can and must change our sex every morning as if we were changing our panties.

Life 3

The gods are not. All gods are men. All old men are apples. Our gods are too old, they turn into compote.
No one equals the Goddess. The gods gave us an animal body, the Goddess added a soul that is earned: she can incarnate herself, she can grow us and deify us.

Earth = playground, lab. We test things and whatnot there that won’t be of any use to us once we’re dead. The divine life that awaits the best of us does not have much need for the animal experience of earthly life.

All of this only serves those who made us and who feed off our work, our efforts that never yield fruit. On the contrary, this animal life is a motor brake for the divine seed that is within us, woman or man. Tibetans say that one finds awakening at the foot of a horse. But horses are rare in this end of Kali Yuga…

What Else?

I ask you. There is a reality behind appearances, but these are the appearances that we call reality. There is a reality greater than woman and man. It is not God or the gods, but it is quite close. She’s not the Goddess, but it looks like her.

No need to search in the depths of the sky, it happens deep inside your eyes. Deep within you.