Do you guys ever want to just unleash a massive stream of consciousness into nothing?
Do you ever want to write, just to write? Not to make sense, but to release some inner creative force that you can't explain?
The world runs in a direction counter parallel to the velocity of the wind - flying in a different circle outside of the void - devoid of the imperfections of the cataclysmic tide. What will you see here? Nothing much more now - but in a final say - they will find a way.
Running headlong, chucking the spear, but missing the final target. And it will all be worthless as you find yourself falling into a limitless pit. Blackness envelops all of your senses. And the longer you fall the less real it all seems. A complete lack of sound and sight. Your thoughts become unbounded, and there exists no distinction between thought and deed. Eventually you create an entire new reality - you are the god, and your thoughts are the denizens. Eventually you become nothing and everything.
Could that be a creation story? How can we contact he whose mind envelops all of us? If we were to destroy reality could we free the god and ourselves as his progeny. Is this where the impetus for creation and destruction comes from? We are the true mirrors of our creator - the first thinker, and the first to lose himself.
Ironic that some wish to gain enlightenment by becoming nothingness like the first fool - that god who lost himself and subsequently created all.
If we could harness the truth would reality become meaningless?
Fading, running, headlong through the space between two contradictions. At the end they merge violently and we are lost.
Do you ever want to write, just to write? Not to make sense, but to release some inner creative force that you can't explain?
The world runs in a direction counter parallel to the velocity of the wind - flying in a different circle outside of the void - devoid of the imperfections of the cataclysmic tide. What will you see here? Nothing much more now - but in a final say - they will find a way.
Running headlong, chucking the spear, but missing the final target. And it will all be worthless as you find yourself falling into a limitless pit. Blackness envelops all of your senses. And the longer you fall the less real it all seems. A complete lack of sound and sight. Your thoughts become unbounded, and there exists no distinction between thought and deed. Eventually you create an entire new reality - you are the god, and your thoughts are the denizens. Eventually you become nothing and everything.
Could that be a creation story? How can we contact he whose mind envelops all of us? If we were to destroy reality could we free the god and ourselves as his progeny. Is this where the impetus for creation and destruction comes from? We are the true mirrors of our creator - the first thinker, and the first to lose himself.
Ironic that some wish to gain enlightenment by becoming nothingness like the first fool - that god who lost himself and subsequently created all.
If we could harness the truth would reality become meaningless?
Fading, running, headlong through the space between two contradictions. At the end they merge violently and we are lost.