we don't even survive long enough to see the immutable stars change, we have the geological life span of a sentient grasshopper... or a cockroach in true actuality by comparison...
Yes, we continue but with "variations" of intent, who has a mind coherent enough to break through the barrier...
what is the barrier? the self the Ego and the mind... only the dead know what I'm talking about, all your mortal fear is unfounded, it is a curtain of metaphysical deception, once consciousness has been founded it is then re-utilized by a higher form that harvests minds (not all by any means) to be a slave, in future applications...
"They Harvest our sentient thought process" to make future clones of the original, not quite as bad as the body snatchers" (what a great Movie! with Donald Sutherland)
it saves time to get a blueprint of a mind that worked well in a Human, no need to "Contrive a being" get a proven working copy...
look into 2 parallel mirrors exactly perpendicular opposite each other and witness the infinity of your being merging into endlessness, this is the nature of the Universe, a Blow Job into infinity... where you never actually get to "come"...
suspense is vital to a deeply held desire...
This song comforted me in my earlier life when I lived in squaller and poverty in 1982, but it lifted my heart and transported me to a better mind frame... it still takes me there today 2023, a sweet mixture of Nostalgia and deepest melancholy that crushes you as you feel it, the loss of youth and so many opportunities...
(My favorite line in this song is the last... "Soon I will be Free") that has always soothed and comforted me deeply...
there is no point in giving you advice, you won't listen, but will go on vainly believing you'll get it right... and miss the hard fall to marble... the ignorant arrogance of youth is terminal...
you never learn to turn back until it is too late... and no amount of tears can undo the sadness of a careless fool... who went too far without a return ticket to a paradise He threw away while drunk and disorderly...
there is no redemption for the DAMNED, is it any wonder, when suicide is your only honorable option... or live as a coward behind curtains till they put you in a home to stare at a tiny badly tuned Glass Box TV... broke and broken with no way out only Death with a Phentynal patch...
time for organic life is always terminal it is the nature of evolution in motion...
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