elitist zombie got an A

    In the conglomeration of all the topics covered throughout this semester I have concluded that religion and philosophy are at times one while at other times they are separate entities that attempt to be separate even if the principality of the religion and/or philosophy is annexed. The annexation of religion and philosophy are inseparable entities entwined in the illusion and dissipated in Sunyata.
    The disciples of science would side themselves with the philosophical perspective adjoining Nietzsche's deceased God as he has given himself to the world in subjectively experiencing itself through the experience of all of the creations that were manifested from the aeon's exiting of the pleroma.
     This exiting of the aeon has left us with a world of illusionary imperfection and a fullness that is empty within the spirit, with spirit as there is a subjective dream where the deceased God entertains itself with the illusory world of our presence. Our presence is a particular in this illusion but our origin is the truth we have forgotten and will inevitably remember when we are embraced by the revelation of Sunyata.
    The fallacy of one God is interrupted by the truth of many Gods. These other Gods are forced into particulars and experience themselves with ego and substance much to the delight of the solitary God. It is solitaire, constantly playing against oneself and not knowing why we enjoy it so much. 
    We are in this world, never of it, and in this flesh prison we are confined to the material world, we are victims to the cycle of the infinitely limited wheel of Samsara, we are ignorant, therefore we suffer- because of the ignorance and suffering there is a will to action- and this will to action creates a consciousness- this consciousness forces us into a psycho-physical existence- because of this psycho-physical existence we have connection to one's self, one's identity- because of this connection we have sensations- because of these sensations we are compelled to craving- because of this craving we are led to attachment in this false world- because of attachment we exist- because of this we have become- because we have become we exist- and finally because of birth, death, emotions in existence, physical suffering, and the very wide range of experience that we are entranced and entitled to we suffer in this endless cyclic wheel of Samsara destined to at some point find an exit from existence in particular form that manipulates the use of ego.
     To see ourselves as nothing more than these fixed bodied particulars that we see in the mirror every morning and not to know as Yoda said, "luminous beings we are, not this crude matter" leaves us to know nothing more then this endless cycle of attachments to other particulars and our existence (which are already flawed due to the descent of the aeon and its create-ure) leaving us fixated on the reflection rather than the truth and energy of the deceased God who died in creation subjectively experiencing itself through our suffering and emotional ups and downs in our time in the body.
    God as a particular is blasphemy in that God itself is the pleroma of light and the constantly emptying Sunyata, the cliched everything-nothing. This non-particular entity we attempt to envelope in an ideal, philosophy, religion, text, or even in our own minds is truly unfathomable. 
    God's consciousness is arguably only reached through the experience of Sunyata rather than found in the butterfly or the Chow. A switching or repetitive changing of perspectives while in a particular is never going to reveal a truth high enough to interpret the spirit that moves through all things.
    The essence of being man is of being the butterfly, the creature that is of "create-ure" and is the seed that overgrows its shell to become part of the pleroma once more and to exit the illusion and reenter the truth that is nothingness. We are but drifters in the ocean of Sunyata and captives of the fisher of man. 
    We are captured and released with the breathing in and out of the big-bang-god-breath, all given in one exhale and re-annexed in the next breath. One holy moment that echoes throughout Sunyata with no remorse, no regret, just one perfectly harmonious complete-fullness-of-emptiness moment where God has lived and died, where God died in creating and lives on through the creators creation. 
    Upon God's timeless death there was a peaceful anarchy that was begun in chaos and the trinity was fragmented in an illusion and the diamonds were sprung all over a web so far spread nothing, not even Sunyata could see the truth from the dream inside of the dream. 
    In this there is the oral tradition of all the living fragments of the once great deity, but one must remember there was silence before the vibration you think you hear now even through the distance of eternal space and time collapsing in the yesterday while arising in the seconds to come. 
    The sounds of the gospels are of no consequence in the truth and reality that we have come to embrace, they are the logos of the truth but cannot be interpreted in our primordial logic based from these primitive minds that are the doors to the soul which we seek through our body but never remember where we put the key.
    The Sophia is lost in the tongues of our fathers and we are left with the recreation of the truth that we put in our books as we chase the tail of dogma. We are left with the face values of text and old sayings, tarot, magick, the deep thoughts and particulars that our great philosophers think of, yet heaven and this world keeps vast treasures more than all of their philosophies could dream of.
     Especially in the truth of Sunyata these philosophies debate ego-less-ness, absolute nothing, nihilism, and truth are all lost in the void that is constantly emptying, releasing new aeons to create and manifest their consciousness and dreams subjectively into an experience of its own making felt through the echo of the essence that is pure and divine, yet flawed in its particulars in its lowest form the spirit still moves through all things.
    Moving beyond words, this text that is written in front of me is constructed of nothing but these faint particulars insinuating motions, images, thoughts in your mind as the reader. These are flawed and particular and may never give the truth that has been attained through the insight into one's own mind and self experience through the life you have experienced and embraced, yet the spirit moves through them and they will also find themselves liberated in the prison of Sunyata.
    The separation is the most plaguing delusion of all in this illusion. We are all one, of one mind. We are all from the same place and return to that root when our selves have withered. I am you, as you are me, and together we are lost and found in this eternal time of divinity searching for an exit and a release from this endless experience only to be born again and again.
    We are light, truth, love, and wisdom if any particular is to be mentioned and known. In this world but not of it, we seek to remember something we have long forgotten. We see the concerns that lie beyond the body, beyond the mind, where the bright darkness of Sunyata awaits us to bring us back home and only then may we know what dreams had come and what truths were true. Ultimately, inevitably we find that it was all just a dream and that our nature is that which is nothing. 
    This nothing empties itself into everything and we are born into the realism that we falsely perceive to be true and in this static we feel alive in these shells. But these shells are but seeds awaiting to be outgrown and then we grow into our truest forms of any particular we may embrace along our path away from Sunyata.
    At this particular we are nameless and true. We have no ego, no identity, no preference or attachments. We seek salvation by letting Sophia escape this realm once again to reclaim her place in the pleroma, bringing the fallen aeon back to the pleroma is the only way we can save knowledge and reset our eternity so that the system may continue on in its infinitus.