PARTITIONED JUNGLE IDENTITIES

The steps of existence should also diminish at a steady pace, once one has used them; it would be nice to get out of the narrow spaces of mole tunnels and into the open near the surface. The over-secured transition is hardly felt, because there is never enough time for it. 

Closed satisfactions, like meager internal rewards, would hardly be enough to pay utility bills; the constantly whirring cogwheels get lost in some stray word picture, thus indicating the deliberate downgrading of selfish cellular instincts. Incomprehensible duels hang in the balance in diverse yet complex situations of everyday life; obsessive, languid glances are now occupied with the patchwork jungle of the afterlife, which it would not hurt to survive, - but deliberately rushing yourself to the meat pot, just in case you get some kind of fat slop, is no longer possible. 

The stubborn, forced monotony of transformations remains with man until death. Why is it necessary for man to absolve himself of all responsible action, if he could have absolutely no petty will left?! As if man could move further and further away from ready-made definitions, towards dubious identifications, sooner or later he is forced to leave his decisions suspended, and always rely on the words of others, because he is forced to swallow again and again all the dirt and grime of the one-way flow; fleeting inexperiences, grafted into difficulties, which regularly send him messages halfway. 

Victim-wisdoms are formulated by accomplices, crooks, and lying profiteers in order to survive. Why should we deliberately entrust it to strangers when friendships exist?! It would be good to gradually get closer to the diminishing goals of self-realization, despite the abrasive clinging on spiral ropes.