The Memoirs of Cartaphilus Pt. 3

The winds of change blew tonight
2.55 am
I am relieved to know that I believed

Your beliefs are but paradoxes of who you believe you are
Living to learn is learning to live
I am the nexus of what lies next to us

The eternal salvation lies in the kingdom of God and the kingdom of God lies in our eternal hearts

Eternity is futility
Humanity is divinity
Vitality is immortality

Time and time again I’ve stressed the fragility of time
But reason and reasoning remains life’s seasoning

How confusion has been lifted through time is but a mere progression in experiential sensory perception

All abide by wisdom and wisdom resides in all

Polymetric shifts in a mantra, the nuances of a flame on a frigid desolate desert night, a disruption of an immense flowing body of water

The Son of Man died for what he believed in; the godfather of pacifism in a violent nihilistic apocrypha
Misquoted, misused, mistook, misinterpreted, more so missed
His life has become an inspiration, an inspiration which we seem to displace ourselves from achieving
His death was the death of Christianity
All philosophies that came thereafter are but corruption of the human spirit

I stand with honor to witness the millennia of the world
Alive and well through timeless infinity

So I sail into the horizon, achieving Godhood as I touch the flares of the sun upon dawn and bath by the auroras by night

It pains me to see that I am nonetheless weak in interpersonality
The fellow human soul remains a mystery to me
A result of deep introspection and objective observation
Truly this is the hardest predicament for one who has let himself exist for himself

Through trying times come methods that need to be tried
Success of the great empires relied on the tried and tested with hints of personal ingenuity

With a new found sanctum in this age, I shall batter myself to usurp the venom and watch life serve as its anti venom

For the day will come when I die
I shall want to be remembered as one who remembered himself while forgetting others; achievable only through remembering others and forgetting yourself

Beautitudes of beauty will beautify my life for life is love

But in due time I met a warrior who enlightened to me of the sanctity of the family
Not so my predecessor more so my successor
Of his disposition towards a man who is fake
To which I shall wish to consider of a life in my soil
Far from lofty intentions and close to comfy attentions

Loving to live…