Then there is no “killing of oneself”, just a reconciliation of oneself!
An adjustment, a correction and one last fuck you to Man, leaving them to scramble to another body of life.
One they can inhabit and steal from without them knowing.
God help me “BE” formidable, for I am tired of feeling like a joke.
If “I Am” alive, then there is no “killing of oneself”, just a re-consolidation of oneself!
What if the fountain of youth was alive? Would you drink from the fountain, without asking permission?
Maybe Man needs me more than they think.