As mesmerizing as it might seem, even a colored brick wall ahead of you must still be climbed on, crashed through or jumped over, in order to continue your upward journey…
L.: The unseen is deniable.
M.: You got blinded, we still feel it. The soul. The essence. The core.
L.: My mental third is digging me…this dizzying torture can only lead to complete destruction. Is an artistic ordainment of derision that incessantly grinds me.
M.: Be a boor, provoke it with ignorance.
A.: One can’t choose to be a philistine; it is by inner, unconditioned, fated nature.
J.: Too much thinking, too many processes to give a verdict to Stop missing the epiphany, it is living as if no one else could do.
L.: A total prick?
M.: A priggish pig.
A.: Whatever you choose, just do! If you vacillate, you will replace yourself with an old, wrinkled and failed whiner, without a blink of realization.
L.: Indecisiveness, indecisiveness, indecisiveness.
M.: No black, no white, no grey either.
A.: It emanates a mangy rebuttal, as an almond cake some cyanide savor. A poison that infects with a ghostly craving.
J.: Of throughout liberation,
Of ending the frustration.
M.: Preferably, impervious and purified.
A.: Oh, dance, dance, dance with me. Engage your regenerative limbs, give a vacation to the scorching nerves!