Identity Crisis
Identity Crisis
Who are you? Who are we? In this world
“In this present”, corrected Master Satan
We live now again in a special lifetime
“So far from the original. I'm gone for light.”
Are we living in the age of migration? Where?
Or what is happening to our beloved Earth?
Is this chaos? Or just my perception wrong?
No, I don’t think so. This time, our common time
We live in a new world, and we have started to live
Live the new beginning, new age. Yes. That. Time
Oh, where is my life? In an ever-changing existence?
High, deep, tight, wide, soft, hard, friendly, hostile, this life
I cannot find mine. Where is my national integrity? where?
Europe? Great Britain? Hungary? England?
Politically conservative? Liberal? None of these
Maybe a globalist? Hmm? No, I have already crossed it
“Then?” But not that. Not philosophically. Not theologically?
“Then?” Realistically. Universalistically. Real mysticism?
“Then?” Dream of life. Next. Surviving death is the life hoped for
“What?” Life. Space for life. Extent. Extent of life.
“What’s the problem?” Closed life space on Earth makes war
Open universes give space, space for lives. For life
“So open space is peace
Closed space is destruction.”
Right
“Then?”
Where is the path?
To the galactical life?
I don’t know where I am
I want to live thousands of light-years away
To live a new life, in an absolutely different way
“Different method and different manifestation, you mean.”
Yes, oh my Satan, I need something new
“Totally new”
Yes, I want a new lifestyle, a new desire
The cycle of life on Earth is very boring
The spiral is going down, not up. It’s death
“Hmm
It’s understandable
Are you a human??”
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