11-24-2015, 12:07 AM
Okay, so as the face to face with meaninglessness advances, the stark, unsettling arises with impetus. The mind is fidgety. When examined rationally, so as to gain space and objectify (detach from), it becomes evident that the mind's hurry is from existential angst concerning futility.
I will realize that the futility is real {because it is}; I will realize 'tomorrow' (past/present/future all the same) brings the same futility. I CANNOT make it not futile/lol- (really though). The stickiness of repetitive meaninglessness stays (that is part of having to exist).
I enter the futility deeply enough so as to get an indifferent void, but my clarity is only become sharper. Yes, I can create marvelously. I can witness one miracle after the other (and do).
Yet, my sharper clarity in perfect detachment at the source (the void) knows of the essential futility also.
That is, .... my creativity and consequential miracles are ulimately more of the same > again, again, again, again, again, again, agai, again, again, again, and again, and again, and again, and again .......................................................................................infinitude of futility.
The negative aspects are allowed (must be allowed) to peek through and become part of the manifest miraculousness.
So is being then poisoned by futility. Well............ sure it is...... but (or and) necessarily so. Is this depressing to you?
You see, in the conventional world, you go to a psychyatrist, a clergyman(woman), the medicine cabinet, etc. to cope, and most anyone will sell you stories of meaning. Some (many that come here), comprehend not to buy the most convenient, accessible (useless) potions. To be 'enlightened' (lol) is to refuse remedy.
I will realize that the futility is real {because it is}; I will realize 'tomorrow' (past/present/future all the same) brings the same futility. I CANNOT make it not futile/lol- (really though). The stickiness of repetitive meaninglessness stays (that is part of having to exist).
I enter the futility deeply enough so as to get an indifferent void, but my clarity is only become sharper. Yes, I can create marvelously. I can witness one miracle after the other (and do).
Yet, my sharper clarity in perfect detachment at the source (the void) knows of the essential futility also.
That is, .... my creativity and consequential miracles are ulimately more of the same > again, again, again, again, again, again, agai, again, again, again, and again, and again, and again, and again .......................................................................................infinitude of futility.
The negative aspects are allowed (must be allowed) to peek through and become part of the manifest miraculousness.
So is being then poisoned by futility. Well............ sure it is...... but (or and) necessarily so. Is this depressing to you?
You see, in the conventional world, you go to a psychyatrist, a clergyman(woman), the medicine cabinet, etc. to cope, and most anyone will sell you stories of meaning. Some (many that come here), comprehend not to buy the most convenient, accessible (useless) potions. To be 'enlightened' (lol) is to refuse remedy.

