In the end, what’s it all worth?
I believe Cash polished the edges of Reznors original. It is a masterpiece expulsion of the soul, an honesty for others to learn from.
Take heed, we’re all getting buried the same way. The earth will inherit us all.
Adam was fashioned from the earth and our final return is the earth. A sign for those that ponder enough, remain close to it.
This reality is better realised from a young age.
Too many anxieties are created in both men and women because they hold on to a false notion that they own a part of the world or that the world owes them recognition. The world bore you and will swallow you just as quick and as randomly as it chooses.
God does not discriminate. He created and took the life of many a sage, Prophet and noble person before us, we are not that precious.
Whilst everyone is busy making their mark in this world, somewhat proving they exist, I’m trying to figure out how not to leave any trace of my existence, no footprint or burden on the earth and it’s inhabitants to accuse me of anything when my corpse is fed back to the earth, lest they extract their rights from me.
I have come to the realisation that the most
important thing for me to do as a human
being is to arouse the deep seated
conviction and belief of the insignificance of
my existence. As a man the goal is amplified
by the reality of it having to be aroused as
quickly and early as possible in life.
As such, my children will learn to be better
human beings by acknowledging their
inferiority from a very young age.
There is no chair available for ego at
the dinner table in my house.
You claim to be a non-believer,
I can prove you are a believer of sorts,
Of your thoughts,
Of your retorts,
Sharp as a whip on the flesh of the slave,
You can’t quieten your ego and behave,
You choose the false pretence of freedom,
But don’t know freedom…… is in being a slave,
Not to that ego of yours,
Without any help,
Proud and arrogant,
Ignorant and blind,
To yourself and mankind,
As you conjecture yet another mental axe to grind,
Pretending to be a searcher,
But you cannot find,
My friend that is not the way,
That is not the wine.
Love is the way,
God is love.
Release your ego,
Like you release a dove,
Let your soul soar instead,
To the heavens above
Stop claiming you’re a non-believer when we can see your struggle in wanting to be one.
The curse of the course is that it can be coarse.
The beauty of coarseness can only be appreciated by those who have travelled the course.
Is it then really a curse?
There is only one type of person who has travelled the course.
He alone can show you the beauty of coarseness.
He will most certainly lift the curse.