Automata of life

I wish that I could die. Without pain, without hurdles, I wish I could die and watch myself wither away. The ignorance of death is its joy and wisdom. The magnitude of joy is impervious to our understanding of it, the persistent of a dry mind is often rewarded by appalling intuitions of self which warp into facts and truths. No truthiness in its content, the mere visage of such perceptive axioms, often drive us into madness of madness. Yet we smile, because there is nothing we could do. There is no spiritual peace, there is no inner happiness, there is just no sense to the tyranny of our civilization, there is no meaning to meaning,just pillage the mind, no sense to sense, there are no doors, no wonderland, no wizards, no portals through which I could run. Like a drop of ink in water, an emptiness drips into our cognition, and with age the emptiness ferments into wine of wisdom. Wisdom is and should be inconsistent, incomplete and undecidable, yet it drives the automata of life. The poison of generalization has affected my prison of a mind. I slowly crept into we. The individual perceptions and cognition is slowly starting to die within me, the husk of my younger mind is dying in pain. Yet I could only smile until a centipede runs into me and my all-knowing body and mind was reduced to noise and fear. I could not break into smile, there is still some burning hole within me, there is still fire, there is still warmth. But the moment passed by and i was frozen in time. I crawled out of my body and saw myself, my fear and my noises. I smile and walk into the world. I feel something more, anger, sadness, happiness, content – a wave of emotions crash my shore, my land ,my land, my land. I am not dead, or at least am not sure. There was never surety, only an agreement of one or was it? Temporally heterogeneous and spatially uncertain, we are somewhere. We are more than we are now, we are what we wish we want to be, yet we are only I,you and they. I wish I could die, but all I could do is smile. Life, alas, the agony of our smile .