Chapter 9
Today i thought about all those men in history who when they died, hoped, believed, were convinced even that they would become a god among others for all the things they did that they thought glorious and greater than any other actions a human could have done. Because they were already king and emperor, of divine blood and noble descendance so of course when they died the only way to go was to enter the pantheon. And i think a little more about that, and suddenly it's so sad.
Why would they want to evolve into a god ? My question might sound dumb but weren't they supposed to feel already very superior to anyone else ? Despite all that power and all those titles they still wanted to be bigger than that. And from what i learned when you feel enough you are not pursuing the illusion of becoming someone else, someone who's more than everyone else. You are you and that's all you'll ever be. For those men it wasnt enough apparently. So i can't help but see them on their gold thrones, in their red and violet clothes dreaming, fantazing of being more than everyone, even more than themselves. In the end having less than the people sitting in the grass surrounding the palace.
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