Saturday, 19 October 2013
07:05:37 PM (GMT)
I walked into my room just now... looked over my possessions... it all seems trivial
now. What is there in this room that I can say is truly worth attention? Sleep so the
phantoms and maledictions grasp for me? I don't care. I crossed the patina of simple
visceral attention. Breech birth into this new cosmic universe, with heavy penance
placed upon my infant bodice.
Or am I deluding myself in my inocentia involatia? Will I way true on the scales?
Does the sacrifice receive a judgment or a summary dismissal into paradise?
We all say we are this or that... but vicarious beings and hubris covers our eyes as
much as the debris of the fight does; if not worse. I have no eyes, nor ego to pander
to you with..... Let my outstretched pupil reach out and take you in. Stare long
enough into the empty blackness and find original sin. The sin is knowledge. I now
know what I touted once as a cardboard cutout of the truth.
I know, I gasp the truth and spit it out in globules of refuse... The cold, dirty,
ugly, useless, truth. Ignorance was a much finer state to be in.