The dualistic nature of this world

The dualistic nature of this world 

 Did my greying soul rip apart the symbolic visions that inspired my writing? 

Dissolved between knowing and forgetting 

Between being nonexistent and being fully awakened; to the darkness that lies inside of everyone, that lays on the surface of the few(we are tricked to overlook the harrowing grey cloud, the bloody hole inside of their soul) as they smile and charm and cause damage and harm, as they shake your hand and hiss louder than a snake wallowing in sand. 

The dualistic nature of this world is nothing but a fabrication of simple-minded, shallow, and fearful individuals who can only think in binary. They are no more than a program. Life is more complex, pure evil has no opposites, nor shall it exist in relation to pure goodness, they do not meet, they aren’t even on the same axis. 

The dualistic nature of love and hate is non-dualistic as each is not one of the same but a completely different vibration. Binary is for the meek, the dull and the machine. 

The existence of many forms is evidence of divine creation. The world doesn’t operate on the greatest “GOOD” or “BAD.” The nature of reality is chaotic and entropic; it’s a dance. 

You can know any experience with the absence of its supposed opposite.

How excruciating must it be to realise that the world does not function on human ideas, on human man-made rules and fabrications of restrictions? 

How entitled mankind is to think that they are any different than a roach or a sawn, different from a stormy wave or a speck of sand.

Must we continue the show, and play the characters assigned? Perform? Dance around and around and roam. Can we decide to stop the show, look at the camera and send a blow, maybe a bullet, maybe a kiss, maybe nothing, but never miss.