Whatever Happened to Forever?Whatever Happened to Forever? ForeverA word moaned all to often. Careless sacrilege,CheapenedBy those who don't understand. How long Forever? Two months. Less.Meaning transitory, Forever now Transitory. Instead say 'I cannot see greener grass at this point in time' or'Insufficient data to compute new scenarios'. Too many Tin menWith rusty hearts, not enough Scared lions. Risk A factor we avoid, but long for. People Do not ignore meaning, but Subjective thoughts offer no comfort to a cog in the machine. System error, fatal crash, er
The InitiationOne quiet afternoon a mystic closed his eyes; he meditated on the veil and wished it would be lifted. On setting his mind to this task he thought, "Will I die? Is that the sacrifice I need to make?". To this thought the void answered "Yes, you must die". The mystic recoiled at the thought of oblivion and dismissed it as a construct of his own mind, and that of his ego attempting to impose order onto something unknown."What coin can you pay me with if all you have is illusionary?" asked the void, to which the mystic thought "Everything I have is an illusion and has no value in the light of the lifted veil". Deprived of the privacy afforded
Homogenised identityA curd festers on the top of a glassFloating above the homogenisedSamenessDefeated individualismRelative existenceRelative and pointingAt the curdRelative to the curdHomogenised identityFighting to sink
The Illuminated Sol EmpireIn 2259 the Sol Empire collapsed into its constituent parts, when expansion was forced inwards. After sowing its seeds in local space, the hunger to reap elsewhere grew as the death pangs of conflict consumed what was once a prosperous enterprise. This is known and always has been.In the drive to remedy the energy problem, the tap of holographic resonance was opened. The point energy of the object at the beginning of time continues to speak to the needs of relative "constituents" within its domain.Everything is in the same place. There is no relativity in the resonance. Infinitely-finite is the
Misunderstanding AmbiguityColaba. Mumbai. India. Tom & Tom step off of the pavement into the chaos of an Indian road. The smell of fried pakoda and diesel over-whelmed them to the point it no longer existed, denying contrast as they walked at equal pace across the street. An empty bottle thoughtlessly thrown was retrieved by a street child, who contemplated it thoughtfully. As Tom & Tom walked further away into doomed potential, a put-put narrowly missed their centre, the driver then having the gall to ask if they would like a ride, "Baba please. Why like this?".Across Madam Cama Ro
We Will All Know PovertyHearts fooled, fouled, fullArteries throb, clogged with shadowsWith truth, no room for the otherWho is demandingWho is beggingThe self, cut in twoThe self can seeNo more truthClogged with shadowsMirror shardsThe good lifeAll needing nowGorging on each otherBecoming the otherPoverty, the bifurcation of selfA well heart wealth
Ontological Definition Tastes Like ChickenOntological definition tastes like chickenDebeaked, pecking impotentlyReflexive thought, ruffling feathersFloating gently to the ground, like old costumesDiscarded Herded onto the killing floorConsensus realityPeck and FollowPeck and FollowHeadless
Limbo"The enemy will be here soon," thought a knight standing guard at Harod castle. He looked at the bleak utilitarian walls and considered the crumbling mortar that held them firm against artillery. The castle had seen better days, and was ancient in design.He walked along the parapet, regarding his comrades stood there in the freezing winter cold. The air washed over the walls, chilling all comfort from his pale bones. "The enemy will be here soon," he thought as he continued along his forlorn path.He patrolled around and around, up and down, an endless mechanical nature slowly moving in solidarity with his limbo bound comrades, frozen-d
Beauty in the contraryThere is beauty in the contrary.The off beats of appreciation are not wantonTo those found wanting.In the jazz of life, They offer an escape from the machinations of our conducting oppressors.A personal oppressor we all know well. A violin that shrieks high andCuts at the beauty of melody,Nothing but an escape from the prescientVision of pre-destiny. There is a remedy.There is always a remedy. An escapeFrom the inevitable end we areOfferedIn the madness of the ecstatic heart heavy dance.Release your burdens and seeWhat the enlightenment brings.