[Pudgala
Dharma, Adharma, Pudgala
Pudgala, Kala, Lokakasha, Akasha
Alokiakasha, Akasha
Alokiakasha
Ajiva, Jiva]

I'm just a jester not a critic, but two things of opposite can exist, that's superpositioned, it's unknown because people think perception's inherent, can't have birth and death if matter is bereft, if we come of matter, what is death but inherent? Inerrant or errant, Undetermined is just agnostic. Adherent or aberrant, children just must grow out of self-actualization-- maybe I'm just being caustic, but if a soul dies, that’s just me misunderstanding the prima facie? Achieve siddhashila, Jivatman marana, if kevala jnana is intrinsic what is paroksa?
Oppose creationism with five God's apparent
Arihants live life's they already knew we're inherent
I don't want peace, I want excitement. To be and to achieve is evil, okay. I think every spiritual journey ends in decay or in reification it dies.
To believe is Jiva

A man stands still in the middle of a road.
A four-lane road, approaching a 4 way stop.
It has sidewalks. Street lamps, street signs, traffic lights.
The man does not move, he thinks.
There is no one around him. There are red brick houses stacked sideways behind the sidewalks.
They do not move either.
The man says out loud, "This place is strange".
Silence continues.
The man walks forward with pain developing in his ankles, a pain that contorts his face to frustration.
The man approaches the center of the crossroads.
The man does not know where to go.
Ahead of the man lies the same worn path he saw before he approached this split decision.
The man looks to his right and sees buildings shorter than the rest; they have breaks in-between, alleys. They have awnings, possibly storefronts, maybe something in the daytime would be displayed—flowers, possibly.
The man tries to disinterest himself from this path, so he looks to the left.
Down this street is only that of street lamps and sidewalks, as if nothing developed past the start of the street. It is not ominous, but protrudes a sense of thoughtlessness.
This does not interest him anyway.
The man realizes, he should not stand in the middle of the road this late at night.

[Ajiva, Jiva]

What the fuck is asceticism? I want to hear that whataboutism, not some definition, I'm the one writing polemic decadence like I'm into leninism, I just want to know why reaction’s inherent. Circumspect splendor, corrylium for the soul, kill one in pleasure, nastikya mountain to voidist molehill. I want Maya, Advaya, and you get abhavya, but here I still am above you in samasara. Hahaha.