Memory, soul and the devine matrix
i look fondly, upon that time
a reality only made so by my belief that it was there.
objective and solid, or seemingly so.
built upon the foundations of this desert that is my mind.
to wander with nostalgia and stumble upon vast oasis's of memory
hazy and more beautiful, the more time given to forget and soften
adaptation of said memories is undeniable and inevitable
with the death of brain cells, and the pass over of memory
from cell to cell, memory signifies the deepest of our misunderstandings
the one thing that manages to bridge the gap between a humans complete
renewal every seven years. Does this not give reason to believe in soul?
that something so intangible is quite obviously there. that the one thing we
find so hard to prove/accept, is the one thing that allows us to look for it in the first
place, the one thing that gives us emotion and opinion.
to deny soul is to deny individuality, and maybe that is intellegance at it's best.
relaying us back to the devine matrix and that everything is connected,
the possibility that existance only occurs when we look for it.
giving way to the possibility that impossibility does not exist.
for if we look for our deepest fears/emotions/loves/hates/children/dressing gown
we can find them and conquer them, but if we do not look, nor find, where do these subjects/objects occur?
So maybe any impossibilities, or what we believe to be impossibilities
are only so because we do not truly believe that they are achievable.
belief is compulsory to the acceptance and achievement of impossible goals,
and in a world where material possession is so crucial to the approval of success,
have we forgotten how to truly believe, and therefore, how to truly achieve?