A letter from the ancient

Dear future resident

What benefit is it of,
That we know and know more,
Echoes of forgotten tender nourishment,
The milk of the earlier days,
Before we knew everything, anything and how to know,
These where the empty roads, before knowledge led us to will,
The will that persuades us to astray,
The will of self and the courage of desire,
The Pleasure of the mind and the satisfaction of the toiling body
The Biology and psychology of trap as our sins lead the mind,
Turn back and hold on the empty roads let the sins leave the mind,
Read shadows and remember the path,
Roads of Spiritual attachment
And material amputation,
These were the empty roads.
And remember me when you get there.

Adam of the Genesis

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