I level-up. Super Mario! I dance above the world, gathering powerups in the sky. I'm a superhuman against harsh conditions. I sift through reality, downloading and imaging every human's brain into mine. I'm an alien lifeform! A collective consciousness. But then I fell to Earth into my human form again. Thirsting for essentials. Hungering for Earth's elements. Again, I cannot escape my mortality. My own true form.
Returning to my Martian outpost after almost sampled by rovers, I had to switch oxygen tanks. I ran out of O2. I realized my mortality. My earthbound nature. I combat fears by embodying them. Embodying otherness. But I cannot escape my true form. Even exploring a distant planet, I still require Earth’s elements.
All I know is I can't get the recipe
For how to make my pie taste just like the tree
Oh it's so revealing, feeling I have no feeling
But I bet they tell you don't worry 'bout it just add the cream
How does every man endure the heckling?
Every phone, internet, and TV selling pie
Captaining the Flying Dutchman, I’m doomed to sail forever. Write others off easily. I’m isolated. Alienated. Pursuing stardom over stewardship.
I think maturity is found within self-acceptance. Retiring the eyepatch. Stepping down from the Flying Dutchman. Accepting my own mortality. I cannot evolve and obtain immortality through my means. I can’t create a Potion of Life. Nor create my own morality or stitch my own clothes. I certainly can’t captain the universe.
I solemnly believe peace and joy is found in God’s fate and plan for man. Then true love can be embodied and lived out.