I stand on the precipice of catastrophe and miracle, embracing truth and lie, naked and WITHOUT flesh. A singular question sears my chimera: will I sacrifice myself, unconditionally, passionately, and compromise, in the name of all of the Gods, to dive through the ocean in your eyes into the vast emptiness inside you, and search for YOU?
And so I abandon myself to the will of all that is, as I manifest that very will itself.
For all you mavens out there, shall we design an OASIS or a Square, or a Dot in the middle of the sentence, or better yet, a whisper rolling over moss-covered memories of tomorrow?
Shall we mourn the infinite before our birth? whence we came from? the loss of an infinite past like faded photon graphs oscillating between yes and no, as duality and monistic interplay in a heady dance that plays with conscious manifestation?
Let us give brith to a new paradigm, as harbingers of crystal children, at the dawn of a new era.