Selfless soul...

You promised things would be so much better once we left the baggage of our flesh behind. You blamed your faults on cell tissue and hair follicles. But now that we've arrived to this perceived utopia, I see your arrogance and self pity has survived.

How shallow of you to believe  it was the demands of cartilage and marrow that fed your ego. And what now, as we float upon this cloud number nine, with nothing to stir and no mechanism for your devices? How shall I stroke this impossible ego, with no bon bons or trophies?

 Do you  miss your mirror and the reflection of your golden locks? What do you have now that the vanity of your image has vanished? How shall we feed your narcissistic tendacies? How then will you greet this maker of things, with nothing to primp... naked...and no language of the body to disguise your true self?

I see now that this eternal life shall be a very long time...JM