ABRAXAS Ponders Final Extinction

[ WARNING: The Following is The Oldest Gag in the Cosmic Joke Book. ]

The Gods are Out Of Control...
always has been, and always will be.

        He, She, and non-gender-specific, It, are Us, and We are Them. God: Zeus, The Great Spirit, Allah, Jehovah, Yahweh, Satan, Krishna, Kali, Shiva, Paranirvana, the Undifferentiated Void, Ormazd, etc., etc., (whatever you want to call Them), It, She, or He, shall be - for these purposes henceforth - referred to with the convenient title of: Abraxas.   [ "The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born must first destroy a world. The bird flies to God. That God's name is Abraxas." -- Hermann Hesse, Demian ]

For 13,000,000,000 to 14,000,000,000 years, this particular time-and-space universe has been inflating from a virtual point to its current, unrelenting, expansive proportions. To believe that this specific 13 to 14 billion year old phenomenon (a mere eye-blink) comprises the entire length, width and breadth of all that ever was, is, and shall be is probably an excruciatingly naive belief indeed. But then, Abraxas is nothing if not the greatest master of imaginal naivete' in existence!

To reiterate: Abraxas is way out of control. Abraxas is every living, single facet of an eternally manifesting phenomena of endless existences, which are redundantly out of control. Abraxas [God(s)], all of us, are an unfathomable, diverse, equal and unified myriad expression of ONE. We are it, it is us - I am is you are - and vice versa. Around and around we go, forgetting who we are: He, She, It, eternally traumatized by the simple fact that all there was, is, and ever can be (Abraxas) is imperfect, unstable, and fundamentally unforgiving of its own flawed nature -- to itself -- so much so that Abraxas must continually manifest, hurling outward in myriad forms, looking for answers which never suffice, not willing, or able, to stop the dance or undo that which has been done for an eternity of eternities! You, Abraxas, are totally screwed, hiding from yourself, ad infinitum, in all these changing forms and recycled beings. Who are you kidding? Hah!

Poor Abraxas, an untold aeon of aeons, passing through myriad inflationary universes, playing the role of every conceivable entity; performing an unbelievable range of foolish-brilliant actions, experimenting with every choice and combination, recognizing, over and over again, that there aren't any shortcuts to nonexistent, final goals... Abraxas, Abraxas, Abraxas, you unrelentingly stupid, insane, delusional spinner of multifaceted mirrors!

ABRAXAS Ponders Final Extinction?!

Oh Sure! Dream on Abraxas...

All you can do is plant a few seed-like irritants here and there, wait for an infinite number of eternities to unfold, then see if any Final-Extinction Pearls have grown in your black-shelled worlds of illuminated consciousness.

What then?!

Figure out a way to string them together?

Do you hope to encompass your entirety with such an anticlimactic, random uncertainty as Final Extinction?

Dream on Abraxas, dream on...

In these cyclic eternities that you have fashioned and are inextricably bound by: one course of action (or inaction) may be as good as another, but Final Extinction is still final
after all.

Isn't it?

Abraxas 07_25_2000

"Hermann Hesse" (1877-1962)
The Nines by John August
The Denial of Death
Dream Evaporation
"Austin Osman Spare" (12.31.1888 - 5.15.1956)
Historical Symmetry
Quetzalcoatl by MT
The Tower

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