The End of Suffering

The End of Suffering

Nothing seems so simple as seeing something right in front of your face. Some kind of light beam has penetrated this place. I can no longer use the language of the land. There is something else to understand.

High humming and a sigh of relief. The end of suffering; the end of belief.

And yet it goes on dangerously close to the wicked path… Nary yet a whisper. Everybody becomes discorporate. How else to give yourself room to move? Something has happened to the outside world.

Why do they creep restrictions? Why do they heap indignations?

It isn’t interesting if it stays the same. It isn’t funny if it ends up with a hassle. You know how bad it sucks to be inconvenienced. Damn the world, get me to the front of the line. Naw…wait. I got 5 minutes. Let me look at the tabloids.

Isn’t it strange how some people can’t cry? Guess they don’t want to fly.

By now you must have realized that linearly is not the method to be provoked by this demonstration of wits. Mark Twain himself might think, “Hmmm….the kid's got something here.” You remember his whiskers don’t you?

The past isn’t gone, it’s everywhere. Heal now or forgive yourself later.

I did it all for you my beloveds. There are realities left that are benevolent and relentlessly working for the good of all humanity. Even when we fall we learn something. The ability to carry on is one of the true essentials.

O Lord Give them eyes to see, emotions to feel, and empathy for each other.

THERE IS A WHOLE OTHER UNIVERSE JUST BEHIND THE ONE YOU USED TO KNOW. THERE IS A WHOLE OTHER UNIVERSE JUST BEHIND THE ONE YOU USED TO KNOW. THERE WAS A MOLE THAT JUMPED IN A HOLE AND FOUND THERE A SCROLL. HE UNROLLED IT AND IT SAID, “THERE IS A WHOLE OTHER UNIVERSE JUST BEHIND THE ONE YOU USED TO KNOW.”

-Christopher Moors

10/18/2006

cmoors@creativecosmos.org