Something that succesfully transgresses the human, by necessity becomes something non-human, and thus cannot be kept within the human limits. When we truly transgress the human there is either cosmic, positive emptiness, or the terrifying expression of existence of forms. While to the non-human spectator everything appears as a continous manifestation of life, the human spectator would tremble, if it would be ever related and mirrored in the primordial ancient forces, and forms that are beyond ones capacity of experiencing, leading to madness. To understand insanity one needs to cease to be a human being, therefore only when one experiences insanity and recovers from it, may one propel himself into new ways of perceiving reality. Just as in meditation one learns to be the cosmic unfolding itself, so in insanity one learns to destroy all patterns and architectures of meanings, beliefs, experiences, perceptions, body-images, and so on. These are all forms of organic-cognitive form sentimentality, all that is of the senses and cognition, for one becomes something beyond limitations, beyond ones experiences, beyond ones senses, and either reaches dissolution in the cosmic sense of oneness, or populates ones whole experiences with diversity chaos and weirdness beyond the biological processing capacity, that damage ones temporary shell of a limited mind, and liberates, but at the same time disintegrates irreversibly. Afterwards, out of necessity one desires a new form to put the mind into, so one spontaneously delimits and sets the boundaries for insanity, absorbing the experiences, and re-humanizing oneself in an attempt to live in ones impermanent form, acknowledging that what is beyond the human, cannot live in human form anymore. All this is merely a feast of flesh and delusions to those hungry of them. All this needs to be abandoned, to conquer the single point at the birth of the universe. It is a mindset of chaos divine, whether destructive, empty, or replenishing depends on the assignment done by inter-dependent constellations of events leading to this or that. It is easy and convenient to withdraw into human complacency, but in millions of years away from now, human will be no more, yet it will be a new form, because form in this universe is continuity, until it will be purged of all forms. Humans do not need to survive in evolutionary-conservative sense, yet the form will continue. However, what is unnatural to a human being in his present condition, works against harmonious development within and without. Expressing life in natural rhytm of being, in love and humaneness, is such that it reverberates with the cosmic harmony. When we grasp our self, and do not surrender to harmony and love, taking the outer and inner in possession and, thus, becoming attached to, or enslaved by, it is removing us from the cosmic action working through us all the time. Do not go beyond the necessity, whether chaotic forces lead you into their domains or whether darkness tries to take you over - always reach for the infinite. When you lose the distance, without delimiting the possibilities, everything cries ‘havoc’ when light is encountered. If you would ask me what beauty is, it is the movement of formless events that dance to become a universe, fall into form, and out of it. Reach the galaxies-rim species Are they us? Or hung in-between Alien aloneness that becomes human And thus not hold in the cranial nerves Or perhaps the Threshold Guardians Of the Lands unknown, that cast insanity That they themselves guard. Neurogenetic adjustments on interstellar Scale, the Elders seem so perfect, And everything else so weird While we grow dragon wings And three spines, a perfect clone In a different order of the multiverse What wont hold is incompatible, Is it new? Medulla Oblongata on hold Does it thrive ? Try to be free And with what is beyond human Yet evolved us into us, in perfect Harmony, eating from the Tables of the Gods, as a servant and a friend, as a son to forefathers and foremothers of those who made us into us. Experiencing human again. Yet the spirit, it is infinitely free, in a falling world, Sunya of Purusha There is no rest, until we will win the Birthright of a star again.
Posted on: Tue, 28 Jan 2014 09:10:52 +0000
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