Marcus Aurelius
Ill never forget the day i picked up your book Marcus
You were a benevolent king
These Simp
Men
In modern society
Actually decended
From your preceding republic
Actually believe in their fake democracy
Marcus they actually believe the most simp of their society
The ones that neevr fought
Never died
Have the same right to vote
As their soldiers!
Marcus.
Marcus.
Only if you could see these weak men.
Only if.
They know nothing of honour
They bow down to others constantly
They work like slaves but they call themselves free marcus
Ill never forget when i picked up your book
And i knew they lied.
I knew it wasnt 2000 years ago.
But yesterday you sat to write
To soothe yourself
Why else?
You already had the whole world
You wanted to learn through dialog
A dialog with me
2000 years later
Remember
Remember when you couldnt wake from sleep
The weight of the world too great?
The bed too comfortable
I solved it.
You didnt know that the mind is a running machine
And choice
True choice and will actually occurs only in about 3 hours between 3:30am and 7am
After that it whirs like a machine
Its motion set
After that
Nothing is chosen
But the choices of the day before
So many men now read Meditations
And even women
Simp men cant handle the fact that there was a good King
But whats fascinating is we dont have ro wake even
Our day must actually not be planned
We simply must maje the first move
And move out of bed
The rest of the day is planned
I thought youd wanna hear that on the other side
I will see you soon.
Hopefully a child finds my words tomorrow
Or the next day
Or a few more revolutions
Ill watch from above
And be delighted jn what he discovers
Dont listen to them
They are simps. They know nothing. They are recorders, simply repeating what theyve been taught. Their own minds are against them. Repeating.. repeating.
Not a single thought thought.
A recording they are.
Controled by a simple wind.
A simple call.