Glowing and Swimming in the Stomach of the Sea

I think of myself as an immortal jellyfish. I glow at the bottom of the dark ocean, regenerating over and over again. That, no matter the pain I experience, I burn and break and revive. I think of myself as a sea creature, my natural habitat; water. How calm these creatures must be, so separated from the noise of the world. If such a destiny is tucked away behind wishes and witchcraft, these words are my summoning of the impossible into reality. This is how I live; jumping from believing to hoping to experiencing to losing. From the beating of the blues to the singing of upbeat tunes in my oceanic world. Not like a jellyfish do I live but like a shark only because I live in the human world. But the birds? The jellyfish? They seem to be above that, but if you ask a scientist, they will say the animals are below us, not above, yet only we humans punish ourselves more than we are punished by fate, God, or others.

Imagine experiencing illness or trauma and instead of suffering through it, you regenerate back to your childhood self. Imagine living 500 million years in the sea; no brain, no heart, no bones. No depression, no heartache, no pain.

The secret to cheating death is to become a jellyfish, which pegs the question of consciousness; where will it go? Where will I go? Maybe the ability to associate ‘I’ with being a conscious being is the proof of consciousness the jellyfish lacks, but language has helped a lot with that. What if the jellyfish has its own conscious identity that can only be experienced as a jellyfish? Then I would like to become a transparent limbless creature, glowing and swimming in the stomach of the sea.

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