Philosophy of the Keexzus, No. 32: Structural Disintegration
[January 12, 2015]
The only thing that ever really dies is ego: machinations of sculpted thought forms rampaging through mind. Identified tracks of mind. Schedules of trains derailing, all cargos lost.
The horizontal disintegration of clock time. The discoloration of illusion. The 1st appearance of light. The beginning transference for freedom to progress into the unknown. Realms without cartographers. Past. Stillness. Fragmentation. Beyond the fall, below bedrock, sulfur, and mythological fictions, pain to transform.
Light dissolves darkness. One room lit. Then one corridor. One floor. One structure. The slow dissolving of walls. Structures. All the world’s treasure unlocked. Freed. Ready to roam away from center. All the world’s cartographers scream.