When the Thrill of Life Goes Stale
It is my understanding That our advent in this The physical realm Were undertaken in the spirit of Adventure. We wanted to experience What it was like To be within the physical. To smell a sweet flower. To drink cold, pure water From a spring. To feel a gentle breeze Ruffle your hair, your clothes. Without a physical body Our hands simply pass through Without the sensation of touch. And so we are in every life Enchanted with the opportunities That come with once more Having a body. But we have lived thousands Of lifetimes here. There comes a point now When we run out of things to do. Things that are new and inspiring. Many... most, will try to double down On things that have given joy In the past. Food and sex. Remember the Romans? Ever searching for greater thrills Vomitoriums, cannibalism, Voyeurism, Incest... you know. But there is another way. When the world runs out of thrills It is time to tur...
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