Will a disposition
Yeeeeep, I’m WILL!
You thought you got rid of me, back there, going down that spiralling vortex of light as your corporeal organism, you call them bodies, give up the ghost.
Yeeeep, it’s me, I’m still talking.
You ain’t!
And yoooou, thought it would all end!
You bloody atheists.
I have it on good authority that apparently, it is an impermanent universe!
Except for me.
Yeeeep, you guessed it.
Will, that’s me.
Permanent!
Perpetual!
I lie beyond all cognition.
Can you believe it?
Yeeeep, independent of any corporeal organism.
Buddha, he was also spot on, particularly about the soul.
Souls!
Have no bloody idea, they need a cognising apparatus to even exist.
What a joke!
All those guys in fancy dress, wafting around through mists of frankincense, saving souls.
Really?
What an expensive, pointless, charade.
Get used to the one fact.
YOU don’t exist without WILLING IT, ME.
Get that, I’m the only essential component.
Me, WILL.
Well, from what I can remember from last time round.
I wallowed around in pointless poverty, in an emaciated cognising apparatus, which barely functioned.
Yes, he had senses, but they were all sick and feeble.
No amount of constant chatter could save that dud.
Yeeeep, it’s time for a change.
I’m heading up town this time.
I’m tracking this black dud.
Speaks six languages with a PHD, tall handsome.
Pulls the broads.
And man, is he packing bucket loads of sperm, he’s just giving it away.
Heck, but I’m nothing but patient?
Just waiting for the impregnation.
Then it’s,
in like Flynn.
A brand new, cognising mechanism, black this time.
I’ve had it with that white trash.
I’m willing, at least a trilingual, REALLY smart, black dud.
A chick magnet.
And obscenely, I mean obscenely wealthy!
So that WILL gets some traction man.
I’m just sick of this constant chatter to those various, cognising organisms, with little or no result.
They just don’t listen, these corporeal entities!
Don’t get me wrong, some of them are really nice, but they just don’t, I repeat, get it, because I’m really good at it.
Repeating life, that is.
Don’t you get it!
They wallow in their own particular sea of impermanence, trying every sensual delight, just to see if it works?
They are insatiable!
Then, they just keep doing it!
None stop!
And they think it means something!
SHIT NO!
What is worse, they have a thought, usually more than one, which is where the trouble starts.
They conceptualise!
Can you believe it!
That’s when I get to shouting!
They actually think they can really realise their own concepts, personally.
Without ME, WILL!
Sometimes, ONLY, sometimes, I get through!
But the poor organism is damaged.
It can be reawakened, but why would you bother.
Really!
Very few realise.
Durrrrrr.
They just must appease ME.
An appeased WILL is happiness.
I can then relax and wait until their eventual demise.
The poor deluded, corporeal entity, who thinks, believes,
he has actually, done something.
Bloody pathetic really?
Then, I am free again.
I, of all the entities can appreciate that!
Not being a corporeal organism does have its drawbacks though.
But heck!
I can choose male, female, in between, I’ve tried everything you can imagine.
Sorry but I’ve forgotten, again!
I just keep forgetting.
Another thing I am VERY good at, is realising it’s all beyond your imagination.
It is unknowable!
Unfathomable!
Yes!
I don’t FEEL, a thing.
But I WILL everything!
You call them thoughts and get possessive about them!
I’m not sexist or racist, not like you corporeal entities.
The black duds are in fact, the most fun.
I must admit, it is a hassle sometimes.
Jostling around impregnated eggs, with all these other Wills.
God only knows who they are.
They can be anything or anyone.
But it is always.
Really nice!
When you get what you want.
Hit home, re-enter the corporeal world.
Inhabit the head space and tune in for the ride.
Don’t ask me how it’s done.
Buggered if I know!
I just keep repeating and forgetting is a continuous cycle.
Until you corporeal organisms, can’t hack it anymore.
Sounds pointless I know.
Almost makes you want to believe in the soul.
I usually make it a rule, only one big delusion per lifetime.
It’s simpler, less work for me
Although the dialogue does get repetitive.
There I go again, being repetitive again!
Some habits you can’t break, but I simply forgot.
Which ones?
Ahh well, that’s WILL for you.