SELF Flying

[Guest guest]

I used to walk on a red-carpet that appeared rock-solid

.... until something or someone came along and yanked it out from under

me

and I fell and I fell

until I crashed onto another red-carpet that appeared rock-solid ...

until something came along and yanked it out to make me fall...

until I crashed onto another red-carpet ...

and each time the fall was longer and deeper and more desperate ...

that made each red-carpet narrower and paler...

until there was no red-carpet, only the fall,

that was a nightmare of falling without crashing, let alone onto a

red-carpet.

 

this nightmare of falling without crashing went on and on in this

nightmare

until somehow falling became comfortable just long enough

to realize: BECAUSE THERE WAS NO crashing I could not be falling but

FLYING.

 

This FLYING is the SELF-realization that makes falling into a joke --

the Supreme Comedy -- that society and religions and their fake gods

need for all their red-carpets to appear rock-solid ... so that without

a red-carpet there is only this falling

that to the SELF is FLYING

in a Magical Wonderland far far beyond the Universe

that needs all sorts of red-carpets to make society and its religions

and their gods

-- and ESPECIALLY their science -- appear real.

 

-- B'Self: i thought i was, but it was just a thought, really, Really;

REALLY.