It's a bug inside you. You are human, you can have bugs. You think it is normal to have filthy bugs that tell you, what you need to be told. Because you like to be told. You accept to be told. You want to be told. It is easier to be told instead of to tell. To tell, to tell the truth, is a cross, not many can bear.
Then you know that your life is wild. That you love side-paths, dark back-alleys.
Oh, I practice the ignominy of vice! You cry out. And you feel you are happy, you feel that you are living, but you are dying instead. You are bloody dying, instead. You are opening up to life but dark life, but you think it is real life, but it is not, you are dying to light. Like a noxious insect. You are a human being without light. An insect. Like the insect installed inside you, from the beginning when you signed the contract saying "Yes" instead of "No".
That "Yes" tickled the insect lust, that you accepted to be installed in you. A lust that deceived and cherished your heart, the heart of an insect. The thick heart of an obnoxious bug.
Then you are full of low desires and you love what's low, but you still think you are a good decent person, you are not a dishonourable person at least. Though the ruthless insect has already grown strong in your body and now overwhelms you, crashes you, strangles you.
You are dying and you think you are living. You never lived, you always died,
You let the bug in, and you died, forever.
Then you know that your life is wild. That you love side-paths, dark back-alleys.
Oh, I practice the ignominy of vice! You cry out. And you feel you are happy, you feel that you are living, but you are dying instead. You are bloody dying, instead. You are opening up to life but dark life, but you think it is real life, but it is not, you are dying to light. Like a noxious insect. You are a human being without light. An insect. Like the insect installed inside you, from the beginning when you signed the contract saying "Yes" instead of "No".
That "Yes" tickled the insect lust, that you accepted to be installed in you. A lust that deceived and cherished your heart, the heart of an insect. The thick heart of an obnoxious bug.
Then you are full of low desires and you love what's low, but you still think you are a good decent person, you are not a dishonourable person at least. Though the ruthless insect has already grown strong in your body and now overwhelms you, crashes you, strangles you.
You are dying and you think you are living. You never lived, you always died,
You let the bug in, and you died, forever.
But sometimes you can stop that death and you can u-turn towards the resurrection: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4OHmMKrVbNk&t=239s
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