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Whatever Happened to Forever?Whatever
Happened to Forever? Forever
A word moaned all to often.
By those who don't understand.
Forever? Two months. Less.
Instead say 'I cannot see greener grass at this point in time' or
'Insufficient data to compute new scenarios'.
Too many Tin men
With rusty hearts, not enough
A factor we avoid, but long for.
Do not ignore meaning, but
Subjective thoughts offer no comfort to a cog in the machine.
System error, fatal crash, error 113, reboot, reinstall.
One cog can break a machine, be that cog.
Not falling for foolish security.
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 by the inner-monologue a reply came, "Yes, you are correct, so with what coin shall you pay me to lift the veil" the void again asked. The mystic fell into a deeper meditation and thought to themselves "If nothing I have has any value, then the knowledge of this must be the true value I am to pay with", to which the v
Homogenised identityA curd festers on the top of a glass
Floating above the homogenised
Relative and pointing
At the curd
Relative to the curd
Fighting 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 energy that comes from the only true atom. This is the power source of the holographic engine, constructed by the religious tech seers of the church of singularity.
--Search parameters fulfilled. Data download complete. Transmission terminated.--
A gruff voice speaks "Light of Lights to Church-com, come in". In the silent distance between
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 Road sat the National Gallery of Modern Art, a pristinely alien aspect exuding false 'civilisation'. Tom looked towards Tom to affirm this was the place, although it was an educated guess inferred from a low quality image. They walked past the burning trash on the other side, passing the iron-fence leading to the entrance where a
We Will All Know PovertyHearts fooled, fouled, full
Arteries throb, clogged with shadows
With truth, no room for the other
Who is demanding
Who is begging
The self, cut in two
The self can see
No more truth
Clogged with shadows
The good life
All needing now
Gorging on each other
Becoming the other
Poverty, the bifurcation of self
A well heart wealth
She Speaks To YouAn old woman sits in front of a fireplace; steam from a hot cup of tea held in her wrinkled hands gently swirls upward, a soft focus kaleidoscope. She purses her lips and blows gently on the water before taking a slow sip. The lights are out, she watches shadows dance on the walls. She is apparently alone, yet she speaks. She speaks to you.
‘I was like you once. I did as I was told, giddily believed in the world presented to me. I was so eager to fit in to it all, to slide into the processes around me and belong to them, be good, be popular, be successful. Then I died. An experience beyond words, beyond the mundane awareness of time and space. I came back though, obviously, otherwise I wouldn’t be telling you this. And in that moment I felt the loss of everything that had been missed. The beauty, joy and wonder swept away for some other day. Every moment is a choice you know. A choice between fear and love. Fear will tell you to close yourself, to obey authority, that there
Everyone DiesI stood on the bridge from one side of town to the other. Cars raced by me, artificial lights tracing illusory paths. I had stood there for at least an hour, my shirt collar unbuttoned, my tie discarded. The tears had stopped for a while as I stared at the river far below, so black, an abyss awaiting me. I am no coward. This was not easy. It was when I started to climb over, when I was finally about to jump, that was when he put his hand on my shoulder. I have no idea how he got so close.
I remember turning to him, trying to tell him to get away from me, but his grip was so strong, and his eyes... His eyes were fierce, like the eyes of a wolf. He spoke to me over the din of the traffic, never breaking eye contact.
‘Everyone dies. The question you have to ask yourself is this: Have you truly lived? What you have right now, life, what a precious gift. The things you could experience, the depths to which you could know yourself, to which you could feel and understand deeply and prof
Beauty in the contraryThere is beauty in the contrary.
The off beats of appreciation are not wanton
To 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 and
Cuts at the beauty of melody,
Nothing but an escape from the prescient
Vision of pre-destiny. There is a remedy.
There is always a remedy. An escape
From the inevitable end we are
In the madness of the ecstatic heart heavy dance.
Release your burdens and see
What the enlightenment brings.
Red Letter Day - Prologue
So here I am, writing.
I’m writing, I’m writing – just as you told me to.
I’m writing, I’m writing, I’m writing.
Have you ever noticed that when the sun goes down, this flat changes? It does. The walls are white during the day and lingering brown at night. During the day, I’m with you and the light from outside paints the walls that heavenly color. But when that sun goes down, the demons wake and I’m alone again, even though you’re just a room away.
Somehow it seems less threatening tonight, and I think it’s because you’ve given me an assignment to try and fight off the darkness. You gave me a stack of papers and a pen and told me to write everything that comes to mind.
It’s a strange feeling to have complete freedom. These empty pages are mine to do whatever I please – I could even wipe my ass with them – but they’re also terribly intimidating. The blank page has always been a nemesis of man. It&
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