Is that a madness possible? The dwelling place is open and bare to any glance. Any uninvited, wandering, purposeless glance.
Parallels frighten. Dark epicenter of the song seems like a flash of light. While this beam of intense souless energy passes through a possible shadow.
Like water in every aspect. Restless water. Can't be bound but in a death, a relenquishing of the soul to a solid form. Solid, sure, ignorant, confident and dead. Disbelief is the only light, inescapable disbelief.
To overcome these that come upon me. To overcome me. To look these aparations in the eye and dispell their mythos. Each and every one.
Peace, in motion. There is no resting place. Turmoil is where this head will lay.
To give up the self and be. To be realized in a world many eyes can see. To escape the shadow and the phantom. To let hell freeze. A deathwish that can not be granted.
The solitude. To draw into this silence, an entity.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Friday, January 2, 2009
We Are
The beginning of a record. Not a true alpha to be sure. A series of failed attempts could lead to cyclical thinking to be sure. I think maybe a remedy to this would be to mark a future event as a goal to reach. This then shifts to the linear for we now have an alpha and an omega.
Now, combine these two underlying structures of thought.
Ouroboros
Western thought is built from womb to grave. Here to there. Now to then. Break this damning line of futility. Embrace the more perfect circle. Something beyond the single line. The scope of the mind shrinks to enable us to dance in step along this outstreached snake who's maw we fear and construct as damning or devine depending on the dance. Miss a day in your journal and you've missed a step.
You have sinned and fallen short of the ideal. Believe you are granted forgiveness and move on. Ever fearful of missing a step towards the ideal. Keep your eyes at your feet, and never mind what may lie ahead if you simply look up and determine your goal. And with eyes held fixed upon that point, walk past the head. Walk to the brighter, wiser, and even more beautiful next.
The aim is found, the circle builds upon itself again and again. Tomorrow and tomorrow, the new days dawn more splendid than the last.
Now, combine these two underlying structures of thought.
Ouroboros
Western thought is built from womb to grave. Here to there. Now to then. Break this damning line of futility. Embrace the more perfect circle. Something beyond the single line. The scope of the mind shrinks to enable us to dance in step along this outstreached snake who's maw we fear and construct as damning or devine depending on the dance. Miss a day in your journal and you've missed a step.
You have sinned and fallen short of the ideal. Believe you are granted forgiveness and move on. Ever fearful of missing a step towards the ideal. Keep your eyes at your feet, and never mind what may lie ahead if you simply look up and determine your goal. And with eyes held fixed upon that point, walk past the head. Walk to the brighter, wiser, and even more beautiful next.
The aim is found, the circle builds upon itself again and again. Tomorrow and tomorrow, the new days dawn more splendid than the last.
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