Cogito, ergo sum

How do you accept that you are ordinary?

How do you accept that you are human, when it comes relationships? How do I accept the lady that left me dry, of the spineless escape to illusory madness, of all the non-sensical metaphysical escape, austerity and finally this capitulation to a bottle of intoxicant?

How do you tell yourself of your dry grey matter?
How do you tell yourself that you are not a mad?

How do you tell yourself that you that you are not Nietzsche neither Buddha?

How do you accept flesh & blood? How do you accept frailties?

How do you accept of the illusion of my Ubermensch? Of being guilty about being ordinary, being full of ordinary human ego?

How do you accept that you are not greater than this nonsense being written?

How do I accept my bloody sanity and the anodyne in writing this dirt?

How do I accept Life and God?

How do you accept that you are not the great Knight and neither is that a fire-spitting dragon, but a windmill?

How do I accept I am just Don Quixote?? How would man ever accept that??

It is “I” who is “being”. I can be extraordinary. I am being or not being ordinary or extraordinary or divine or otherwise.

Accept the human frailties and half is done. Accept it as done and go beyond. Nothing leaves me dry unless I decide to desiccate, unless negativism takes up all that good blood in me. Capitulation is just that, surrender. The surrender of self. It’s all in my hands to surrender or not. Why fear when the surrender is never imminent. Why fear the ditch ahead, haven’t I overcome the abyss under these very feet. Every hit I take breaks down a grain of the thick veil that surrounds. With every hit grows the power to surge forward.

Accept the madness, call it trials to grasp the reality and move ahead. I am greater than my grey cells, beyond all that. Nay it doesn’t matter of its biology.

I am Buddha, I am Nietzsche, I am all that more. I am the flesh and the blood and the mighty cosmos.

Life does not matter to me and neither does my God. I am all that and beyond. I am not just this dirt but also the revelations. I am the Knight that takes on my fire-spitting dragons in me. I am Don Quixote and I am The Man.

I am light, I am the answer, I am the solution, I am the anodyne, I am pure consciousness.

But are these true? They are because I believe them and that is the greatest reasoning and proof.

Cogito, ergo sum......