Nous In Malibu

-Nous In Malibu- What is the most invaluable thing in existence and yet inherently toxic to hold? Knowledge. The more you have, the more you desire. As it is obtained, the only refuge is acquiring more of it…Until infinity is achieved and grasped. But that day never dawns. That is the curse of mortality, infinity is upheld. But, unresponsive through said foundation. It can only be passed down through each generation, never truly wrung out…Like a soaked sponge submerged, filling volumes in thy mind. We are slaves to the unknown. Privy not. In the understanding of being ants in a mound; honored by pity. The serpent sheds its skin through the clay body, only to lose infinity…By being graced unto infinite disintegration. The cycle of life, is not in favor to the shattered vase of a star. And yet, it is. For the star is graced with the notion of what it’s all suppose to be about. Living amongst the clouds above, as well as being constantly reminded of the achievements and blasphemies below. The ultimate punishment. To be bestowed, time after time with slow, gradual knowledge. Then, losing it all and re-emerging in the pits once more. The key, is to not think about it so much. Yet, the burden is to be consumed with the want to know. The need to know. Knowledge. Nous. It can be as relentless as a noose.