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Prologue
This is my last gift for mankind.
The revelation.
My name is David.None of this matters right now,everything I did,everywhere I went,all the persons I’ve met,all the accomplishment and failures in my life.
I came to realize that no matter the decade,no matter the century,no matter the millennia ,we were born to this,to this purpose,to this moment.Shot out into the cosmic reverberance just to be pulled back in.
Specs of dust as I once read.
If we are just cosmic imprints of the higher self ,why all the suffering? To experience through ones point of view?
The mechanism which resonates within all of us,this resonance we cannot escape,it is us as a collective,we are it.Part of a bigger plan,expendable bio-organic machines capable of being imprinted with experience thus being driven towards designing a single perspective of oneself,so unique yet so deeply intertwined into this web we call conscious collectivity.
So in touch with everybody that we seem to be parted from oneself.This is the dilemma which faces mankind.
Are we all alone or have we been together all the way,not realizing it.
A breath,a scream,that was all it took,to pull ourselves from our insides reaching out to whatever truth seemed plausible,to fall asleep if necessary to grab on to hope when deemed worthy.
We are mere programs,mere machines,biological,quantum?too easy,
No we are something else something different something pure,something wicked,we are alive,kicking ,breathing,judging,loving,separating ,conjuring.
We are humans.A species so kind a species so cruel,confused? Yes,all the time.But free.
When something different comes knocking at your soul,some call it divinity,some call it the great deception.
Humans,free and chained.
The truth is,we all want to wake up that morning when while you’re being awaken seems more real than being awaked.The sounds,the feelings the hope the dreams.
Excerpt Tr3lephteria
Specs of dust as I once read.
If we are just cosmic imprints of the higher self ,why all the suffering? To experience through ones point of view?
The mechanism which resonates within all of us,this resonance we cannot escape,it is us as a collective,we are it.Part of a bigger plan,expendable bio-organic machines capable of being imprinted with experience thus being driven towards designing a single perspective of oneself,so unique yet so deeply intertwined into this web we call conscious collectivity.
So in touch with everybody that we seem to be parted from oneself.This is the dilemma which faces mankind.
Are we all alone or have we been together all the way,not realizing it.
A breath,a scream,that was all it took,to pull ourselves from our insides reaching out to whatever truth seemed plausible,to fall asleep if necessary to grab on to hope when deemed worthy.
We are mere programs,mere machines,biological,quantum?too easy,
No we are something else something different something pure,something wicked,we are alive,kicking ,breathing,judging,loving,separating ,conjuring.
We are humans.A species so kind a species so cruel,confused? Yes,all the time.But free.
When something different comes knocking at your soul,some call it divinity,some call it the great deception.
Humans,free and chained.
The truth is,we all want to wake up that morning when while you’re being awaken seems more real than being awaked.The sounds,the feelings the hope the dreams.
Excerpt Tr3lephteria