The earth vibrates. I hold my breath in, and walk ahead. It's a beautiful country. White as pureness. Yet there's the blackness, right from the deepest corners of hell, the darkest secrets of death.
I walk. The road is straight. Long.. so long it runs till infinity. Dark, such that it blinds you. And yet there's an end to the road. The bosom of darkness. The place where angels live. Angels of darkness. Dark angels. I walk to them, and they captivate me. I don't see them. I feel them. I hear them. Their whispers, so silent, so loud. Louder and louder. Quieter and quieter. They chant now. Bold, yet soft. Beautiful chants that steal you. They steal you away from this road, away from this planet, away from this universe. Off to darkness, off to silence. That's where they take you. Those beautiful chants.
My mind rushes back now, exhilarated by the thought. The road is there, long and dark. And there at the end loom the dark angels. I walk...
I hear whispers behind me. Silent, yet loud. They're far, but getting closer. I walk. I estimates the number of steps left for me to turn from this road. From this dark road, where people have thoughts like mine. Thoughts such that no one walks beside me. It's me. And the darkness. Silence always prevails.
Three hundred steps, and I will turn... The whispers get louder, and the number gets softer. Smaller. .. Eighty seven steps, and the whispers crawl down the road. They crawl up my neck, up my head. I run. I run for the relief, for my turn...
Thirteen steps, and the whispers stop. My mind is confused...
I walk, till there remain seven. I turn. The whispers spring up, turning slowly into chants. Bold, yet soft. Beautiful as the silence they spring from, yet dark as their utterers. The chants swirl around me. They capture the air, my head, my thoughts. They scream at me. I walk on their way. The way to darkness. The haven for dark angels. I walk. It angers them. They swirl around me, chanting, louder and louder. A sharp stab, and the chants flow in me... the chants.. the darkness... the silence.... And i see dark angels...
I smile... and the chants go on...
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
We never had to take any of it seriously, did we?
It's funny. One twist in the tale, one turn in the road.. that's all it takes. To take you from nothing to something. Or something to nothing. Anything to anything. Nothing is... nothing. Everything is something.. a nobody is somebody. The existence, or belief in it, is allt hat's required to make it "somebody" and "something".
You can cancel things. You plan things. You don't know somethings. You know all the things that you know. What about the things that you knwo that you don't know? Or the things that you don't even know that you don't know. Now don't start thinking of things about which you don't know that you don't know, because you DON'T. Period. If you'd known that you don't know those things, they wouldn't belong to the cateogary of things about which you don't even know you don't know. Are you confused already? It's all right if you are. Or maybe not. No one can decide it. Only you can. So there you go. Actually maybe you can't even decide that. But I guess I can't do that either for you.... Ok I'm going to stop now.
One thing confuses me. People talk about the "Law of Nature". I wonder... who decided it? Laws of nature, like any other laws, had to be rationally, or even irrationally(it doesn't matter), decided and laid out by someone. So who is the "someone" who decided these? Adam and Eve? God? How does one know if Adam and Eve even actually existed. It might just be a fable or tale told by someone. Few centuries down the line, maybe someone finds a copy of Harry Potter and thinks "Wow, this is what they were like a few centuries ago.".. Maybe that is exactly what we do in cases like the Ramayan. I'm not saying it isn't a true story. I'm suggesting that it might not. It might just be the idle, or even not-so-idle, creativity of a man, which was taken slightly too seriously by a man, or men, and thus turned into a sort of religious book, also giving birth to one of the forms of the Hindu God... Possible, isn't it?
God. god. Why is it that the latter isn't accepted? And is man really so adamant that he cannot handle life on his own, achieve everything himself, and take full responsibility himself, that he needs to find a higher, pseudo-perosnality to do this for him? Is he so very scared of his own potential that he passes it all onto an unknown, and probably inexistent entity? Why the fear? Do you not have the strength, the power, to control it yourself? To use it yourself? Or are you so scared that you will waste your potential that you pass it onto that "form" to utilise, so that even if it goes for a waste, its "god's" fault, not yours. Face it. Have the courage. He does not exist. You do. So act like it. Don't leave it all to him. He won't find you a job. He won't marry your love. He won't feed you. All he does is... wait, where'd the "he" come from? I mean, all the "illusion" does is let you lead a half-life. The life of a second-hander. A pity. That's what it is. Not to force my opinions onto you, of course. But why be a second-hander when you can be a deserver? A deserver. Yes. That's the word. And that's what, according to me, one should be. Somebody. A somebody, a human, in the highest, most beautiful, most possible meaning, the entire meaning, of the word. Human. Not somebody who cries, wiles his life away, entirely dependant on something that possible does not exist, which might even disqualify it as being "something". No. A deserver. If you are one, you understand it. You create. You can, and you do, if the cause be worthy. If you are not, you're probably not interested in this anymore.
Perhaps my opinions are a slight brainwash. A worthy brainwash. All due to an introduction to Ayn Rand at an alarmingly naive age. Perhaps... But it doesn't matter. It's a wonderful rationality. A brilliant logic, that makes so much sense. Maybe not ENTIRE sense. But a lot of it.
The clock displays the time now. Way past my bed-time. I know who lay down the law for that, unlike the one who tried to lay it down for the existence of my entire life. Though I'm guessing it's me. The rest of me that exists in the many realms of me still unexplored. And I sleep now. Off to dreams... a world of its unknown. A slight part of the unexplored realms.
Lyrics of God-John lennon, as a leaving present. Maybe a slight incentive for having read this post. :P
God is a Concept by whichwe measure our pain
I'll say it again
God is a Concept by whichwe measure our pain
I don't believe in magic
I don't believe in I-ching
I don't believe in Bible
I don't believe in Tarot
I don't believe in Hitler
I don't believe in Jesus
I don't believe in Kennedy
I don't believe in Buddha
I don't believe in Mantra
I don't believe in Gita
I don't believe in Yoga
I don't believe in Kings
I don't believe in Elvis
I don't believe in Zimmerman
I don't believe in Beatles
I just believe in me...and that reality
The dream is over
What can I say?
the Dream is Over
YesterdayI was the Dreamweaver
But now I'm rebornI was the Walrus
But now I'm John
and so dear friends
you'll just have to carry on
The Dream is over
P.S. Guess he arrived at a similar conclusion as mine... long beofre I did. But I did not steal it off him. :P
You can cancel things. You plan things. You don't know somethings. You know all the things that you know. What about the things that you knwo that you don't know? Or the things that you don't even know that you don't know. Now don't start thinking of things about which you don't know that you don't know, because you DON'T. Period. If you'd known that you don't know those things, they wouldn't belong to the cateogary of things about which you don't even know you don't know. Are you confused already? It's all right if you are. Or maybe not. No one can decide it. Only you can. So there you go. Actually maybe you can't even decide that. But I guess I can't do that either for you.... Ok I'm going to stop now.
One thing confuses me. People talk about the "Law of Nature". I wonder... who decided it? Laws of nature, like any other laws, had to be rationally, or even irrationally(it doesn't matter), decided and laid out by someone. So who is the "someone" who decided these? Adam and Eve? God? How does one know if Adam and Eve even actually existed. It might just be a fable or tale told by someone. Few centuries down the line, maybe someone finds a copy of Harry Potter and thinks "Wow, this is what they were like a few centuries ago.".. Maybe that is exactly what we do in cases like the Ramayan. I'm not saying it isn't a true story. I'm suggesting that it might not. It might just be the idle, or even not-so-idle, creativity of a man, which was taken slightly too seriously by a man, or men, and thus turned into a sort of religious book, also giving birth to one of the forms of the Hindu God... Possible, isn't it?
God. god. Why is it that the latter isn't accepted? And is man really so adamant that he cannot handle life on his own, achieve everything himself, and take full responsibility himself, that he needs to find a higher, pseudo-perosnality to do this for him? Is he so very scared of his own potential that he passes it all onto an unknown, and probably inexistent entity? Why the fear? Do you not have the strength, the power, to control it yourself? To use it yourself? Or are you so scared that you will waste your potential that you pass it onto that "form" to utilise, so that even if it goes for a waste, its "god's" fault, not yours. Face it. Have the courage. He does not exist. You do. So act like it. Don't leave it all to him. He won't find you a job. He won't marry your love. He won't feed you. All he does is... wait, where'd the "he" come from? I mean, all the "illusion" does is let you lead a half-life. The life of a second-hander. A pity. That's what it is. Not to force my opinions onto you, of course. But why be a second-hander when you can be a deserver? A deserver. Yes. That's the word. And that's what, according to me, one should be. Somebody. A somebody, a human, in the highest, most beautiful, most possible meaning, the entire meaning, of the word. Human. Not somebody who cries, wiles his life away, entirely dependant on something that possible does not exist, which might even disqualify it as being "something". No. A deserver. If you are one, you understand it. You create. You can, and you do, if the cause be worthy. If you are not, you're probably not interested in this anymore.
Perhaps my opinions are a slight brainwash. A worthy brainwash. All due to an introduction to Ayn Rand at an alarmingly naive age. Perhaps... But it doesn't matter. It's a wonderful rationality. A brilliant logic, that makes so much sense. Maybe not ENTIRE sense. But a lot of it.
The clock displays the time now. Way past my bed-time. I know who lay down the law for that, unlike the one who tried to lay it down for the existence of my entire life. Though I'm guessing it's me. The rest of me that exists in the many realms of me still unexplored. And I sleep now. Off to dreams... a world of its unknown. A slight part of the unexplored realms.
Lyrics of God-John lennon, as a leaving present. Maybe a slight incentive for having read this post. :P
God is a Concept by whichwe measure our pain
I'll say it again
God is a Concept by whichwe measure our pain
I don't believe in magic
I don't believe in I-ching
I don't believe in Bible
I don't believe in Tarot
I don't believe in Hitler
I don't believe in Jesus
I don't believe in Kennedy
I don't believe in Buddha
I don't believe in Mantra
I don't believe in Gita
I don't believe in Yoga
I don't believe in Kings
I don't believe in Elvis
I don't believe in Zimmerman
I don't believe in Beatles
I just believe in me...and that reality
The dream is over
What can I say?
the Dream is Over
YesterdayI was the Dreamweaver
But now I'm rebornI was the Walrus
But now I'm John
and so dear friends
you'll just have to carry on
The Dream is over
P.S. Guess he arrived at a similar conclusion as mine... long beofre I did. But I did not steal it off him. :P
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