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What is the prime goal of my life?; is it too have been successful in having a wonderful career, to be famous and to have every accolade possible, to be a King, a CEO of a vast international global conglomerate, an adored sports personality or film star, a mega rich mafiosi, a super soldier or something tremendously admired in wordily terms or a simple peasant, a man of the fields and wildness's with a family and beautiful wife with sexual satisfaction and many children, a porn star having wild sexual experiences, an Astronaut roaming in the darkness of space in a rocket chair being a personal space craft indeed just like this flesh body in the space craft Earth, flying through endless space to an unknown destiny and surviving five mass extinctions, or is it to live healthily until one hundred and twenty years of age or even beyond and endless other fleshly fears and joys?  

These now seem old pursuits, it seems like dreams that have come and gone and I am experiencing these as days gone by never to be retrieved and yet a tinge of regret and a sigh of relief that it dawns on me that perhaps the human journey is to find these things are impermanent and that rust and decay ending the disappearance of all that seemed so solid and everlasting and the horror and unease at realising that all this fades with the passage of time and time is measured by the durability and life of the form and in the end death swallows all, for some this is terrifying, others may find it fascinating or a relief from suffering, others may feel they are going home.

However for me at this moment in February 2020 I feel that I came to experience this beautiful Earth Mother Being and to realise that the Universe and all in it is impermanent, here today and gone tomorrow and that clinging to the notion of everything is permanent in its visible form to the human senses and even to mind constructs in dreams, fantasies and conjectures is fleeting, passing clouds, leafs that fall with Autumn and migrating birds and animals and I shall migrate to a realm which I feel but know not. 

And maybe there is no other invisible realm and that all the above fades to oblivion and that there is no heaven or hell, reincarnation or any form of recycling and yet despite this I feel I came from the nowhere as it were and will return to the nowhere and as such I have no form or name or location and am the nameless invisible being and perhaps even that is an identity which is an appeal to find something to cling too forever and the forever is forever and plays the game of discovering that nothing is the goal and there is no goal and strangely enough this suffices-------be it now in February 2020 and what is February 2020 in the transit through endless space in the Cosmos? 

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