ProgressA Poem by PishoiGetting there?So I sit up another night, attempting to put these feelings
into words. Breaking the barrier is a lot harder than we thought. Sure we can conjure up fantasies and situations that
simulate this confusing consciousness. But how can we actually tap into these mysterious powers our
brain hints at us? Literature is a good key I have found so far. We can push ourselves to think differently, to feel the way
others feel this strange feeling. That is definitely a big help, it causes us to have a wider
library of the feeling And maybe even find one that we can actually understand. It’s the creative spark, that which makes us “Human” The feeling of being Awake. The urge to progress, to find more To refuse enlightenment until our mental doors have been
shoved wide open. Of course our minds have evolved from long ago, and I
honestly believe it was due to literature. If a progressed mind, who had found the key had not shared
with others through some kind of communication We would have all been stuck as inferiors to he, and what
fun is it to be “Greater” than others if they shall never know the “greatness”
you know. If it is meant to be that way, I shall be the one to be my
people’s progressor, or any avid reader of these writings should step up with
me. I plan to tap into this uncontrollable feeling we all have,
be it through these writings or by any other means. We all have this potential, these feelings, these thoughts. No one is left without it, some just choose to ignore it for
it is too hard and unbearably frustrating to think about. I’m pulling my hairs just trying to think of the words to
put down and explain Sure science has better tools than us But we can find our own way Call it spiritually Call it intellectually Whatever we call it, we have the key, it lies within © 2013 PishoiAuthor's Note
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