Oh, You Silly Stardust You
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Life, what is it for?
Take away what you think you think you know, dismiss all preconceptions, forget all dogma and teachings and ask yourself; what is life for?
In the grand scheme of things, everything plays a part in the equation of existence, no thing is an island, all things are connected. YOU, perform a need, and you know not what it is, an unknown factor in an algebraic equation of cosmic proportions.
Oh, you silly stardust you.
The dream is not a dream till the dreamer awakens and awaken you will in the forever sleep that is not a sleep at all.
Continuity continuum. Divide and conquer. Fear is the only thing to fear. Polarity differential, be the bridge of equilibrium between the extremists terrorizing in opposition. Life and death are one. Every beginning is built on an ending, every ending is built on a beginning.
What is life for?
It is a simple question whose answer I am sure you know, but to fully comprehend its implications would bring into question what you are doing and why. Regardless of belief, divine intervention or the product of randomness, if you are not doing this; then why are you alive? In either circumstance, your existence is a gift, a gift that should not be squandered, yet squander you do. So, let me ask of you another question.
Who are you?
Growing up as a child we were asked; who do you want to be when you grow up? My mind would race a mile a minute and I would ask, do you mean I can be someone other than myself? Sternly they would reply, no, don’t be so stupid. And I felt ashamed for being so stupid, that is until I realized, that they were the ones who asked the question using the words they used. And the reason they used the words they used was that even as adults, they did not know who they were, for they were pretending to be what they were told to be.
So, who are you?
The answer to this question requires that you not declare the label that was applied to your flesh when your ship berthed at the port of this reality. You are not the culture, the nationality or religion of your birthplace, regardless of your alleged feelings of attachment to such gilded cages that confine and confound your perceptions and therefore your mind.
The answer is the same and true for each and every one of you. It is mathematical in its exactness.
Life, what is it for? + Who are you? = Unknown factor in an algebraic equation of cosmic proportions revolving around YOU.
Oh, you silly stardust you.
Life, what is it for? + Unknown factor in an algebraic equation of cosmic proportions revolving around YOU. = Who you are.
Oh, you silly stardust you.
Who are you? + Unknown factor in an algebraic equation of cosmic proportions revolving around YOU. = What life is for.
Oh, you silly stardust you.
Who you are is what your life is for.
Oh, you silly stardust you.