i will settle for a journey;
a murderous journey to devour myself.
in less hazardous tones - to un-become myself.
that is the impossibility.
for to un-become, is to first identify myself as already is.
that which is said, done, become, and dead.
If I am given the method, the time and the circumstances, I will go on this journey to become, by unbecoming.
For a journey is neither up nor down. There is no height and transcendence. There is no fall or trip.
a journey is always onwards, through time, and in space.
that is the reality of our burden. It is not to say that gravity and weight do not impress on us and keep us grounded. It is to say that a projection is always on-going.
the prejudice of horizontal and vertical aside,
movement is always a leap. the body does not leap. Our consciousness of time forces us to adjust. And every adjustment is that leap. To construct time is to ironically subject ourselves to finitude.
the passing of a journey is precisely the sum of leaps (or stationary positioning). There is no journey if there is no time and space.
To be oneself, is to (abnormally) believe in time and space, and to identify oneself to these inmeasurable entities.
to be oneself is to first recognise my living and my definite death in time to come.
to come, then, is to face.
to face, is to face the other. Even if the other is oneself.

I am on a journey to be the ideal other. Therefore I commit the sin of murder. I kill myself to be less of myself
But let us ignore this pessimism. The other leaps towards a Same, and predicates the universal and peaceful state. But the Other is always possible because of its co-relation with the Same. I am unbecoming myself in order to radically reduce myself. But I am always be - who I am, I am. Nothing can deny my existence as long as I live. The absolute truth of myself is my existence - the weight of my existence, by virtue of the fact that I am.

The absolute subjectivity is not alone. It is always about inter-subjectives and one moves from death to life to death, even if it is a monologue or a Faustian murder.
Physical life and death alone will only gratify the embodied consciousness.
I am in flux but nature has its course.

Therefore, I must go on a journey, and become one who is Same and Other.