Each present moment is a cosmic void that might be filled by the semi-lucidity of dementia or the degeneration of sequelae. I may be an old man merely recalling fragments of my youth with a misplaced certainty of identity, or I never returned when reality dissolved and only seemed to recoalesce. What options have I left?
Like massive boulders,
mountains pressing against the sky,
moving in from all sides,
crushing the four directions,
so aging and death
come rolling over living beings:
noble warriors, brahmans, merchants,
workers, outcastes, & scavengers.
They spare nothing.
They trample everything.
Here elephant troops can hold no ground,
nor can chariots or infantry,
nor can a battle of wits
or wealth win out.
So a wise person,
seeing his own good,
steadfast, secures confidence
in the Buddha, Dhamma, & Sangha.
One who practices the Dhamma
in thought, word, & deed,
receives praise here on earth
and after death rejoices in heaven.
"I never returned when reality dissolved and only seemed to recoalesce"
i deal with this too. Did the DMT trip ever really actually end?
Unusual korean banchan.... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SVxCS6Omahw
that makes you immortal i guess
guys we need to lay off the meth
>>5 pishing the commies aye
Sure you havent died yet here so
Not that it can
Somwtimes the rocks are heavier
Until undecided
So here we are as gods
With rocks heavier than us. Until undecided.
Pizaria here i go again
here i dub again
You too speak to the sky first.
That or time isnt real