Transcendent wisdoms of the ages
Economic man aspirations is the newest devotion to the 'golden calf' of Exodus.
We're representative metaphors of the past. The recycled characters of non-learned, obligatory karma. Time is just the manifested projections of energy. For we humans, it's the translated articulations of comprehended feelings. We sell those feeling of our souls short for the corruptibility of things and their tangible and intangible trappings.
As we trade those feelings of ours and others for the Golden Calf's latter day pieces of trinkets and beads. Ohhhhh, how the cursings of the ages are our deserved eternal companion. We damn our lusting present and vainly strived for future legacy with the entirely wrong coin of the realm.
And the Grim Reaper is just the harvest-master of the waste we have made of ourselves and existence. Neither for myself or for others shall I weep. We have made our bed with the coitaling passions of our desires. Too late for any renouncement or atonement. Our necks are to be cut like the stalks of grass in the fields. We will be brought low from our pedestal of mortal pride!
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