It is the exception that interests the devil.
It is the exception that climbs the sorrowful hill - Sylvia Plath
Of all the animals that God created only the man doesn't know his place in life only he could be content in his own skin and susbsit with his fellow in self reliance and moderation.
Always accentuating for recognition a thousand chicken might peck and brood on an acre but a 10 men couldn't stay in an acre without fighting without being atavistic within a month, his big brain craves a eternal hunger sees everything as sexual and he lives a craze, but what is this fuck that spurs his every action has he inquired about it, Why does this fickle creation feels a need to strike water from the rock with his phallus at every chance, this need to rive makes him simply unable to live and let live, he moved in quickness, talks a little louder to accentuates the sexual and advertise the animal, because of sex he lunges life to a quick death.
Remove sex, were they to neuter all the males of the world what would be their drive, the onus of their existence? what would be their functioning, would they still love their wives would they still go to work and earn money? Would they even be alive?
Ones place in life isn't searching but finding realizing what you are besides the norm and adhering to it even when a lot seems lost or quite hard to find.
Do you know why you are on earth, When you have found your place in life, you might wonder if that neighbour really was your problem, that boss or were you just suffering from a sense of being lost in life, suffering from not knowing your place in life.
Find your path and can take time to if but it first requires the brushing of all your leaves into a single course make a sword out of the you
and become that strike for as long as you live, your existence a whittling
in a profoundly market society the man without buying or selling doesn't know what to do with himself, if he sits he feels useless, stand.. haggard, unless he is making or spending money, makes you wonder if the biblical judgement day might be a balance sheet of expenditure and accounting by a God turned financial secretary.
Besides money who are you?
To liquefy this transcendence one needs education and Labour I say labour because I don't want it confused with hardships but the exertion of th humanity body to capitalize ones effort over the destiny of one's situation
this strenuous wring of the body over the ego and the man must be willing to walk the path to his conquering if truly he deign it his wot
And it is transcendental to ask such existential question, one must have thought beyond the alimentary to question one's place
With too much and technology fostered ease the modern man simply dint know what to do with himself he bifurcates into sex, a depravity and expedites every action, escalates every problems. he spreads himself, bloats, and spins in lieu of every action hoping people will notice him this sourcing for esteem created by the social media age have made men infantile and sheer louts
what is your place what do you like doing could you do it quietly as you drift through time towards oblivion? could you?
a tree pick his spot and believe in it and itself and proceeds to harness a fruit where it stands, through time man emigrate from continent to continent pullulating an ego and dissatisfaction
You look at a tree, a quiet climb, wrought full of stems leaves and fruits and it makes not a single sound, it knows it's place whether sun or rain it remains quiet tending to the leaves and roots. You look at man and you see a restlessness a trail of junks violence and madness and still the trees will outlast us, not for superiority or wit or tenacity but for sheer calm and an endurance
A tree sequester carbon, provides us with oxygen, men break Guinness world record, hanker after Nobel Peace Prize and all the while they are food for the trees.
What an insult for a man to cut down a transcendence as a tree what folly to build and exist on that which ultimately consume us, What lessons could we learn from the simple hard of a tree.
And it simple, that only the read will make man a tree only the read will teach him how to lose a branch as nutrient for the root only read will teach man how to sequester his ambitions and harness a resource in patience he must read till his body turns unfeeling and into a stick he must read out the fuck, gehenna and restlessness he must become a tres blend in with the nature, Read an ask however long until he has found his place in life.
then is he fit to leaf.
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