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Immortality | |
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Let me take you on a journey familiar to
us all, a journey deep inside yourself, behind that abstract
wall. Let me remind you of the moment when you withdraw into
that shell, of the feeling of embarrassment, or the agony
of Hell. Let me take you to that sanctum, deep within your
mind, let us both explore the recesses, let’s see what we
can find. |
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| Picture concentration, an abstract
in itself, but once you start the process, take a thought from
any shelf. Now as that thought evolves, forming pictures in
your mind, does that voice within you provide commentary on
what you find. Does it argue, does it reason, does it confuse
your mental state. Does it worry and annoy you, especially when
you’re running late. Does it nag on big occasions when things
are not going right. Does it sometimes become over active when
you want to sleep at night? |
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| Shall we call it conscience, many
people do, does it goad you into starting things, then won’t
let you see them through? Those memories in that sanctum, catalogued upon a shelf are videos of where you’ve been, or what you’ve done yourself. Secrets that you will not share, least your sanctum walls be breached, secrets that you cannot share, for fear of being impeached. We all have guilty secrets, little things we want to hide, we dare not take them from the shelf, for in whom can we confide? |
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| I challenge you to take one out,
examine it at length, then impart it to a ‘friendly’ soul, have
you the morale strength? To raid that inner sanctum and impart
the secrets stored therein, even in confession, would be a mortal
sin. For who dare empty all the granaries, expose every thoughtful grain, who could endure the silence and not be called insane. We need that inner sanctum where we can meet ourselves, and if the need arises, take a memory from off its shelves. Now if you are really honest, you’ll agree with what I’ve said, even if you dismiss it, it’s now an archive in your head. |
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| When I took you on that journey
to see what we could find I was really planting memories in
the recesses of your mind and one day without great effort,
they’ll spring to mind, you’ll see, for once you recall these
written words, you will but think of me. |
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