You plan your journey carefully, selecting what you trust will be just the right amount of easy delivery packaged oblivion. You know it will not be enough, yet you also know there will be other gratifications, those of the flesh, as well, lightly offered flirtations, easily delivered yet glib adulations, various other amusements to both swell and quell the voracious appetite you know resides within you.
You are on your way to awaken it, appease it, satisfy it.
Your ego demands satisfaction. But the Universe has other plans. It knows your soul has been awakened, and will not be quiet, commanding all of humanities technology and synchronistic events to compel you to listen.
That She appears is nothing short of a miracle. That you heed her even more so. She takes the guise of matron, nurturer, protector, she whom you cherish more than life, the giver of life. None other can arrest your attention, divert you from your choice, show you how hollow your quest must necessarily be.
You know the truth. You have become, through the course of your life and loves integral, and you cannot dishonor that. You know that Nothing outside of you will feed this beast, that it is illusion. You want the sweet sleep of stupor but realize it is no longer possible. What is real will always call you back.
You are safe, this time. You listened. You answered.
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