The Conclusion: The Golden Circular Choice

The fruit of ancient and new wisdom, 

The lifelong reflection,

And the internal calling,

From the divine grace,

My Ulysses journey ends with,

I am nobody,

Which is not meaningless,

But finding the purpose:

  

I have the choice between life and death,

And nothing else.

To excavate the dirt,

And arrive at my void,

To be the vessel of light,

Through the shades of gray,
Or lose myself,
In absolute darkness.

I have the choice to say hello or good bye,

To the essence of life,

There is no other option.

I can choose pleasure or joy

As the core of my life,

The soul is not free-floating.

I can choose God or Devil,

There is no human way.

I can choose hell or heaven,

Purgatory is not forever.

I have the choice to listen to my heart,

The longing

The yearning,

Th purpose,

The meaning,

Or escape into –coholisms.

I can submit my philosophy and sciences to the pulses of heart,

Or to the delusion of autonomous subject:

A worshiping of the world and human sciences,

In despair of contingency of life and absurdity of being,

Or to find my way back to the Source and to become God’s vessel:

The end of frictions, restlessness, and contradictions,

The beginning of knowledge and wisdom,

And arriving at the abode of love,

Light through light—returning back home.

I have the choice between life and death,

And nothing else.

To excavate the dirt,

And arrive at my void,

To be the vessel of light,

Through the shades of gray,
Or lose myself,
In absolute darkness.

I have the choice to say hello or good bye,

To the essence of life.

There is no other option.

I can choose pleasure or joy

As the core of my life,

The soul is not free-floating.

I can choose God or Devil,

There is no human way.

I can choose hell or heaven,

Purgatory is not forever.

I have the choice to listen to my heart,

The longing,

The yearning,

Th purpose,

The meaning,

Or escape into –coholisms.

I can submit my philosophy and sciences to the pulses of heart,

Or to the delusion of autonomous subject:

A worshiping of the world and human sciences,

In despair of contingency of life and absurdity of being,

Or to find my way back to the Source and to become God’s vessel:

The end of frictions, restlessness, and contradictions,

The beginning of knowledge and wisdom,

And arriving at the abode of love,

Light through light—returning back home.

The fruit of ancient and new wisdom, 

The lifelong reflection,

And the internal calling,

From the divine grace,

My Ulysses journey ends with,

I am nobody,

Which is not meaningless,

But finding the purpose:

  

I have the choice between life and death,

And nothing else.

To excavate the dirt,

And arrive at my void,

To be the vessel of light,

Through the shades of gray,
Or lose myself,
In absolute darkness.

I have the choice to say hello or good bye,

To the essence of life.

There is no other option.

I can choose pleasure or joy

As the core of my life,

The soul is not free-floating.

I can choose God or Devil,

There is no human way.

I can choose hell or heaven,

Purgatory is not forever.

I have the choice to listen to my heart,

The longing

The yearning,

Th purpose,

The meaning,

Or escape into –coholisms.

I can submit my philosophy and sciences to the pulses of heart,

Or to the delusion of autonomous subject:

A worshiping of the world and human sciences,

In despair of contingency of life and absurdity of being,

Or to find my way back to the Source and to become God’s vessel:

The end of frictions, restlessness, and contradictions,

The beginning of knowledge and wisdom,

And arriving at the abode of love,

Light through light—returning back home.

I have the choice between life and death,

And nothing else.

To excavate the dirt,

And arrive at my void,

To be the vessel of light,

Through the shades of gray,
Or lose myself,
In absolute darkness.

I have the choice to say hello or good bye,

To the essence of life.

There is no other option.

I can choose pleasure or joy

As the core of my life,

The soul is not free-floating.

I can choose God or Devil,

There is no human way.

I can choose hell or heaven,

Purgatory is not forever.

I have the choice to listen to my heart,

The longing

The yearning,

Th purpose,

The meaning,

Or escape into –coholisms.

I can submit my philosophy and sciences to the pulses of heart,

Or to the delusion of autonomous subject:

A worshiping of the world and human sciences,

In despair of contingency of life and absurdity of being,

Or to find my way back to the Source and to become God’s vessel:

The end of frictions, restlessness, and contradictions,

The beginning of knowledge and wisdom,

And arriving at the abode of love,

Light through light—returning back home.

The fruit of ancient and new wisdom, 

The lifelong reflection,

And the internal calling,

From the divine grace,

My Ulysses journey ends with,

I am nobody,

Which is not meaningless,

But finding the purpose:

  

I have the choice between life and death,

And nothing else.

To excavate the dirt,

And arrive at my void,

To be the vessel of light,

Through the shades of gray,
Or lose myself,
In absolute darkness.

I have the choice to say hello or good bye,

To the essence of life,

There is no other option.

I can choose pleasure or joy

As the core of my life,

The soul is not free-floating.

I can choose God or Devil,

There is no human way.

I can choose hell or heaven,

Purgatory is not forever.

I have the choice to listen to my heart,

The longing

The yearning,

Th purpose,

The meaning,

Or escape into –coholisms.

I can submit my philosophy and sciences to the pulses of heart,

Or to the delusion of autonomous subject:

A worshiping of the world and human sciences,

In despair of contingency of life and absurdity of being,

Or to find my way back to the Source and to become God’s vessel:

The end of frictions, restlessness, and contradictions,

The beginning of knowledge and wisdom,

And arriving at the abode of love,

Light through light—returning back home.

I have the choice between life and death,

And nothing else.

To excavate the dirt,

And arrive at my void,

To be the vessel of light,

Through the shades of gray,
Or lose myself,
In absolute darkness.

I have the choice to say hello or good bye,

To the essence of life,

There is no other option.

I can choose pleasure or joy

As the core of my life,

The soul is not free-floating.

I can choose God or Devil,

There is no human way.

I can choose hell or heaven,

Purgatory is not forever.

I have the choice to listen to my heart,

The longing

The yearning,

Th purpose,

The meaning,

Or escape into –coholisms.

I can submit my philosophy and sciences to the pulses of heart,

Or to the delusion of autonomous subject:

A worshiping of the world and human sciences,

In despair of contingency of life and absurdity of being,

Or to find my way back to the Source and to become God’s vessel:

The end of frictions, restlessness, and contradictions,

The beginning of knowledge and wisdom,

And arriving at the abode of love,

Light through light—returning back home.