BEYOND THE MORTAL SCOPE OF THE HUMAN IMAGINATION:
Offerings, And Other Useless Things:
To capture it, to know it, to love it, to truly understand it, and then to set it free. To let it pass through and beyond you, into something greater; to discover that which is the most important: the knowledge that it has no place in you, that you cannot hold it, mean nothing to it; you belong to the past, while it is the future.
You must let it go, you cannot keep it whole; you must pause to reflect, only then to proceed, to do that which is most hateful and contemptuous. You must learn to love again, to find that laughter that will be, to step away from the tears which have been, to become yourself again.
Offerings, and other useless things, beyond the mortal scope of the human imagination. The knowledge of so many brave and timeless things, comes fitfully unto you; naught but an idle bit of speculation. The darkness creeps upon us once again, under the drowsy poisoned sun, sinking lazily, behind the endless and impossible horizons of tomorrow.
The realizations, the impending discernment, the conceptual totem of spiritual priority, and the vast, deceptive emptiness, which has become a part of me. I have sought out this murky, open grave before; a toothless, darkened maw, hungry for my lifeblood, adrift within the broken seas of human lovingkindness. Behold, ye among you, who have eyes to see, the ever-present ending is at hand; yet for so many of our kind, it remains too close to The Face of the Unseen for our weak and worthless mortal eyes to bear.
To capture it, to know it, to love it, to truly understand it, and then to set it free. To let it pass through and beyond you, into something greater; to discover that which is the most important: the knowledge that it has no place in you, that you cannot hold it, mean nothing to it; you belong to the past, while it is the future.
You must let it go, you cannot keep it whole; you must pause to reflect, only then to proceed, to do that which is most hateful and contemptuous. You must learn to love again, to find that laughter that will be, to step away from the tears which have been, to become yourself again.
Offerings, and other useless things, beyond the mortal scope of the human imagination. The knowledge of so many brave and timeless things, comes fitfully unto you; naught but an idle bit of speculation. The darkness creeps upon us once again, under the drowsy poisoned sun, sinking lazily, behind the endless and impossible horizons of tomorrow.
The realizations, the impending discernment, the conceptual totem of spiritual priority, and the vast, deceptive emptiness, which has become a part of me. I have sought out this murky, open grave before; a toothless, darkened maw, hungry for my lifeblood, adrift within the broken seas of human lovingkindness. Behold, ye among you, who have eyes to see, the ever-present ending is at hand; yet for so many of our kind, it remains too close to The Face of the Unseen for our weak and worthless mortal eyes to bear.
posted by Valhenstrogg | Sunday, April 09, 2006
1 Comments:
In so far as this is neither a fully coherent, nor completely polished piece, lacking both any obvious subject, as well as, any discernable narrative purpose, it is included here for those who would venture to unravel the latent, sub-conscious messages invariably concealed within its crude and twisted confines.
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