Apex Zeroing

Am I expanding or condensing my awareness
Making myself more elaborate or more settled
Am I putting things in my mind or am I after extracting things from it as I dismantle them

Can I say anything with real certainty and conviction
Or is that your jurisdiction
In the room who harbors knowledge, familiarity, acquaintance, with more of it
Is it all about who lived more years than who
Or can an old person be old but not wise

Selective adaption
Individualized pre-destination
Approach specific formula Re-enforcement stronger than cocaine
Of results specific pains, I.e. Labors
Pleasure in our hedonism
Feeling alive In our life
Monastery master, reduces all stimulus and mental activity to supreme splendid dullness
All blips and spikes of pleasures are small
All sensation is heightened and sharpened through transcendence,
That is, transcendence, out the other side of the veil ness, out of a want for wanting, needing or as they say, desire and Nietzsche shouted at the end of his life value, it was something about the value we placed on any and every several thing
Re-enforcement to my ultra-unique idiosyncratic eccentric meaningless-a-thon.
Re-enforcement for whatever really.
We re-enforce ourselves
But not with mushroom soup, you see!
A splendid taste of eternal infinity
And the glimpse as well of the squabble little life we lead

Out of boredom, bent on drama
Our life unfolds expectedly, resignededly, condemnededly, predictably, and busy-boding along, we deflect pain, and see-saw clout
Muster along our proud shell
Beat on our broken drum, transmit our tiny stations, emit a smell, express our back and foreground, as a flower or squirrel, python or river exhibit and express theirs, based on where they lie and breathe
We are oblivious to ourselves pre-requisite due to minds health
Older people see right through, they were and are sexual deviants too

You know, the urge of all urges the drive of all drive the hope of all hopes, scheme of all schemes
Hidden daydreams, vacuum of the mind and soul
For a man, the black hole that, as the Tibetans say is the reason you see everything around you and the singular self-same reason for all things
And for me, the thing the undoubtedly occupies all of our minds from 13-60
But we're tame, too tame
And we do grow old and less formal, eventual we blush not at all Ive heard
The leather on our heart grows layers of leather or rust or iron
We loose not only virginity, but cheat-ginity, f**k up a good thing, a good relationship-ginity
All kinds of things occur
But it's all about that a-euphemism black hole concept, speaking truthfully
Ignoring something, blocking something out
All the indirect, two or three or ten steps removed
All the misplaced, repressed, motives
... It does no good

All religions and traditions say watch out for, through their condemnation of desire
But they don't say watch out for the by-products of repression and self-importance
They do, also say know yourself, and I think that fixes it all
Of all the literature in the world it was the Greeks and their skeptical tradition
The Greeks and their, duh, inescapable focus on the health of ones mind that is singularly the wisest thing I've ever read, the wisest thing for me, in my memory, that was ever said