Sender Spike

I am human. Society of cells. Conglomerate of elements. Aggregate of particles. Four fundamental forces. Oscillating wave-fields of manifested world. I am. Consciousness that is existence. Reality that is knowledge. Infinite and never born. Although I tasted trillions upon trillions of deaths, I will never die.

I know what I know,
Denominationlessly,
I am who I am.

And the good news, dear fellow human, is that this haibun is about you.

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The world is perfect. Options may be limited, but the choice is always free. Even if people choose to go bonkers, it only means that they can change. They can follow the symbols. But symbols are a map. It can guide and also mislead. Experience is essential. Alas, knowledge and wisdom come only when symbols stop explaining experiences. Then, like the branches that split and later grew back into each other to become one again, the gap of separation is eventually closed.

No haiku this time;
I lack enough syllables
That would make some sense.

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