Fool’s gold is gold to a fool. Who am I to decide what holds value to someone and what doesn’t? That’s ingrained in your human ID and different for all.
If I dropped this rock into the water, do you think the glitter would detach and create a sort of magical wonderland? I could drown in that. Not just the beauty. The confusion; the madness.
If I opened my eyes while underwater, glitter swirling around me, the sun shining in my face picking up every spec of the reflective material, would it blind me or would I make it to the surface again?
These are my thoughts after reading The Psychopath Test by Jon Ronson. Being or Nothingness is the mystery book that arrived in Chapter 1. A puzzle to be solved, it had 42 pages; 21 of them blank. In reflection, I believe the 42 pages to be symbolic of The 42 Divine Principles of Maat. Equally divided, the 21 pages waiting to be written on represent the kinetic struggle of good vs evil. Antagonism in natural cycles. Circles. The circular cut out on page 13 is what’s missing. What’s missing?
Isn’t there something missing inside all of us? It seems like we could just fill our hole with whatever we would like to; whatever made us happy. Aren’t we supposed to put God there? Is our god pre determined? Our libido, I mean. The thing we chase. Is being filled with joy from fool’s gold really that psychopathic? I’m in love with the fool and I breathe under water with my eyes open. It’s beautiful here; controlling nothing. Or is it? Whatever this life is, I created it. I'm in control now.
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