Soul expression deferred

We are built of two half cell donation. A race winning sperm and an ovum lucky enough to be there at the right time and right displacement out of the multiple and poorly timed and positioned ovulations before it. Possibly two or several if ovulation induced medically. 

Both get to form an embryo that by mitotically divide, using available resources from the maternal blood supply get to form a fetus. Periodic table elements that basically double every time sufficient solar dust material is at its disposal.

We get to be born nine or so months from conception, bar any mistake happening into a cold airy environment with hopefully a milk dripping nipple to add more solar dust or specifically periodic table elements to our our brittle self until we are self sustaining. 

Bread here, rice here, chicken there to add more kilograms to that identity we tend to associate with self, running, walking and talking in a characteristic nature we would later claim as identity. 

The wind beneath our wings in all this is further pushed into the shadows as materials and mass dominate. 

We get to be old and this accumulate can't house the soul no more. It's crumbling and wants to be returned to the solar dust it got borrowed from. Or is it a fight back from the trapped soul? Slavery has its limits, even for a soul. 

How do we suddenly claim this as all that we are, having been witness to the slow additives from the loan sperm and ovum starting point? How do we lay claim to lactose accumulate we got offered as a parasite for that first year, not to forget the nestum and rice that got us this far? How inconsiderate that when this vessel that's housed our soul without paying no mortgage for this long gets to be this bemoaned rather than cherished for all its given.

The energy/soul that we systematically suppressed thus far is trying to break free and we wail.

 

If only we could have learned to see ourselves outside this manufactured identity as part of earlier existence. If only we could have gotten an armchair view of what we deem to be us as part life. 

I guess mandatory Everest summit as qualification to existence is asking too much of mere mortals.

Change and renewal should be a celebrated event, probably more so than birth.  We need more parallel experience. We need more meditatory peace in life. We need to see more of us outside the little circle we call ourselves. 

Identity crises of momentous proportions. The 100% we are gets denied expression even post death of this parasite.

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