Major Takeaways from Being Infinite

[samijiben]

Infinity is infinity is infinity is nothing and all of the above. Infinity is absolute honesty.

Being attached to the human form: the curse. I can only escape once I die. It dies into the field of every mother fucking thing. Behold infinity, if you dare disintegrate before its almighty wrath, so gentle and Lucious on the inside, but just like a cactus or a barbarian on the outside.

The teachings all point to something that is equivalent to clarity and understanding. The pursuit of truth for the sake of truth and only truth at all costs is the one way to get out of the dark alleyways of fucked up shit. Only by turning inwards and going nowhere can the individual cease to maintain its assumed identity. For assumption is the mechanism of the devil

Furthermore, in the interest of not getting off the tracks, be in such a way that is nonreactive but rather entirely in the moment, leaving the possibility of decision open and free, unbound by the constraints of Maya. The truth is so radical, so enormous, that you can't see it yet unless you do massive amounts of work through sheer dedication and willpower — not as a fantasy but as action taking place right now — without movement, thought, or even the possibility to go wrong. This is perfection. Wow. And yet it is alone. No one to grasp the perfection but the perfection itself. Too big for words. Too big for ideas. Too big for the character that persists with its demands and agendas. Too big for the assumptions, expectations, and desires that usually inform what should be done and why things are the way they are.

That things are the way they are in the first place is a common misnomer that pervades the normal, usual, and unspectacular dimension of existence that pertains to the self, the center of the universe, the bastard writing these words. No such distinction is made but by him, the sneaky fucker that is the son of God and evidently God itself. Look no further, the answer is in front of you, behind you, and surrounding you from all sides. The truth is so pervasive that it fills up your entire being from head to toe, ocean to desert, galaxy to galaxy and the all the stars imagined to exist, up in the heavens, above.

Concept, language, and all that shit is a barrier to accessing the infinite. I am not interested in the infinite, I am interested in canned tuna fish with lemon juice and mayonnaise and a bag of tortilla chips to go with it. My goal and desire and purpose here on earth is anything but being truthful and honest and departing at once from the game of pretending that I am. I am not, and my life is a lie, and everything I believe reinforces that perpetual though loop. No amount of resolution or solution will bring an end to this problem. For this is not a problem. This is the best thing ever.