Streaming...
Philosophy and the pursuit of life's meaning are rather pointless endeavors. I thought life would be easier now that I've found myself. All those religious and spiritually conscious discussions about the true meaning of life, all those texts on self-awareness and 'enlightenment'; all that time spent exploring the many possibilities of life that awaited at the end of this journey, and yet all I have managed to do was come full circle. I now find myself at the very beginning of my new adventure, which I have now come to accept is in no way dissimilar to the end of my last one. I seem to have come full circle, in a sense. There seems to be no point of departure from what I was to who I now am.
And then what?
And then the sun sets, and the moon rises to her rightful place in the sky. The wind breezes by. The night is upon us, silent, but for the omnipresent cricket's call and the dark bird's macabre call of foreboding. A warning from mother nature, perhaps? A statement: 'The Night Belongs To Me. And In The Dark You Your True Nature Will Find. You Will Dance With My children - Your Kin- The Faeries In Chambers Where Knowledge Knows No End; Or Dwell In The Dark Chasms Of Yore. In The Dark You Your True Nature Will Find. The Night Belongs To Me.' she says.
And the world slows as her children, the Conscious, return home to feast in the Chambers of Universal Knowledge.
And then we wake up.
The sun returns, and with it the masks. Large, Ominous glares upon distorted facial marking carved on wood, fused with bronze and etched in gold with silver linings. Lies and Secrets are born with every uttering. Confusion spreads like wild fire. And slowly, patiently and yet ever consistently - the rot seeps in. It courses through the Earth Mother's vines, engulfs her roots and poisons her fruit. The rot spreads.
And then we wake up.
We see this. We look in the mirror. We behold her eyes staring back through the waters as we free our faces from the captivity of the masks. We realize that we are all beauty, because it is within us all to do.
And then we live.
Tomorrow is coming.
And then what?
And then the sun sets, and the moon rises to her rightful place in the sky. The wind breezes by. The night is upon us, silent, but for the omnipresent cricket's call and the dark bird's macabre call of foreboding. A warning from mother nature, perhaps? A statement: 'The Night Belongs To Me. And In The Dark You Your True Nature Will Find. You Will Dance With My children - Your Kin- The Faeries In Chambers Where Knowledge Knows No End; Or Dwell In The Dark Chasms Of Yore. In The Dark You Your True Nature Will Find. The Night Belongs To Me.' she says.
And the world slows as her children, the Conscious, return home to feast in the Chambers of Universal Knowledge.
And then we wake up.
The sun returns, and with it the masks. Large, Ominous glares upon distorted facial marking carved on wood, fused with bronze and etched in gold with silver linings. Lies and Secrets are born with every uttering. Confusion spreads like wild fire. And slowly, patiently and yet ever consistently - the rot seeps in. It courses through the Earth Mother's vines, engulfs her roots and poisons her fruit. The rot spreads.
And then we wake up.
We see this. We look in the mirror. We behold her eyes staring back through the waters as we free our faces from the captivity of the masks. We realize that we are all beauty, because it is within us all to do.
And then we live.
Tomorrow is coming.
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