If man had the time, man wouldn't be ignorant. Yes, Lack of time is ignorance, and time is the root upon which knowledge flourishes. Knowledge that has always been associated with the elderly, with the wise ones, the ones that have had the most time to understand what they need to understand. And what i fear nowadays, this may no longer be applicable, for time has been escaping us..
Even when a man has been going through time for 40-50, even 60 years of a lifetime, he would still have not experienced enough time within the years that can hold much more time than that. If we weren't enslaved, working for the "other" kind of man, selling the time of our lives away, for pieces of an illusion. Selling our souls away; for knowledge fills our souls with answers. Fills our hearts with gladness.. Fills our lives with time.
And then in time, you'd understand...
But if you had to constantly meet deadlines, and schedules, and systems that defy our natural systems.. from school, to university, to work forever, till nothing functions the way it should anymore.. till you no longer have the choice but to sleep.. and sleep.. for a whole lifetime... the one you spent sleeplessly running after yourself in circles, in loops... searching for an illusion.. You'd never have the time you require to think.. think of anything at all.. just be in your own mind for a little while.. You'd never have the time to contemplate, to understand.. You wouldn't have the time to be out, to be free, in the wilderness of life.. where nothing else really matters.. just existence in it's purest form. Where nothing around you can ever mean harm to you.. Where every living organism around you loves you, simply for existing.. Where you can't but love everything back.. Live in peace..
Live...
You would have for once been, where you belong.. In the real illusion..
Even when a man has been going through time for 40-50, even 60 years of a lifetime, he would still have not experienced enough time within the years that can hold much more time than that. If we weren't enslaved, working for the "other" kind of man, selling the time of our lives away, for pieces of an illusion. Selling our souls away; for knowledge fills our souls with answers. Fills our hearts with gladness.. Fills our lives with time.
And then in time, you'd understand...
But if you had to constantly meet deadlines, and schedules, and systems that defy our natural systems.. from school, to university, to work forever, till nothing functions the way it should anymore.. till you no longer have the choice but to sleep.. and sleep.. for a whole lifetime... the one you spent sleeplessly running after yourself in circles, in loops... searching for an illusion.. You'd never have the time you require to think.. think of anything at all.. just be in your own mind for a little while.. You'd never have the time to contemplate, to understand.. You wouldn't have the time to be out, to be free, in the wilderness of life.. where nothing else really matters.. just existence in it's purest form. Where nothing around you can ever mean harm to you.. Where every living organism around you loves you, simply for existing.. Where you can't but love everything back.. Live in peace..
Live...
You would have for once been, where you belong.. In the real illusion..
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