Lovers & Strangers

Are those leaves or shadows under your head?

“Leaves in these circumstances and in reality. I’m leaving you. I don’t see you enough, so it’s better not to see you at all. I’m tired of your soul.”

Fiction beats reality in my world. Most humans believe in fairy tales. Nietzsche and the others failed to spread the word; the closest we had approached the truth, which can never be known per its construct. Now, many, too many, are far away, living in their brains, creating worlds, and holding that our souls move from body to body and life to life like a long story, actually a story that never ends. It’s a boring story and a disgusting one as well. Even a banana is more interesting. And for what do these souls go on and on ad infinitum? To benefit the cosmic soup, to augment the universal database, to record the minute details of our sufferings and joys, births and deaths, new arrivals and all departures throughout time, to enrich the Cosmos with all new beings and things being added every zeptosecond* for the sake of a collective knowledge, the Consciousness. Religions tend to call it God and similar appellations.

“God is alive. Nietzsche was wrong.”

Do you have any proof?

“I have faith.”

I rest my case. Those were shadows under your head.

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* A trillionth of a billionth of a second.

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Lest we perish of the truth, Nietzsche wrote

Of our need for art, as a way to reach

Verity without a motive to gloat

Every time somebody decides to preach.

Remember Strangers in the Night before

Someone turned on the lights on the lovers

& found them more or less sore in their core,

Strangers, now lovers under the covers.

Ten months after, they were strangers again,

Reliving some of their moments, absent,

Adding more fuel to the untruthful brain;

Nodding to themselves with a relaxant.

Gods and Goddesses beware of the snake

Enveloped in human skin and Self thoughts,

Reaching for the impossible as stake,

Saddling the neurones and calling the shots.

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Deep Purple - Perfect Strangers