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The explosions, extreme heat and radiation from the 'big bang' era of the cosmos was due to a clash of 'brines'.
This is the essence of violence.
This is such an instability, waste, loss,
and destruction.
This phase took billions of years in
order to burn out and slightly stabilize.
It wasn't a miraculous creation
from a perfect maker.
It was an insane collision,
a catastrophe! Separate forms
of material, elements, different forms of
energies, and geometries, all emerged due
to separateness.
Refining is a very destructive process.
All of these various elements and materials
were once a unified, whole, and greater essence.
I find myself at opposite ends with human spirituality. They worship their makers,
and love their makers.
I call those forces the destroyers.
The mother placed all of her incompleteness and her burdens upon
her children. She dies, unable to bare
her own load, and she passes the curse unto her children.
In the same way that many, many fractures and cracks spread out across the face of
a broken mirror, many dimensions, species, thoughts, and desires splintered out of the original act of murder: the destruction of
the pre physical universe.
Humans worship the destroyer of the pre physical because they themselves are also destroyers.
They must refine, and change all things which pass through them selves. Never does a substance go through a body unaltered. These incomplete filters, and leeches grasp hold of their little environments with powerful love and powerful pain, in order to suppress and close the bit of solar energies that they've gleaned.
It is a wretched world.
It is a dishonest world.
Every desire, feeling, is dishonest.
I want things to be like the way that they were before. I wish there was no matter, no Earth, no stars, no God, no humanity.
I want things to be as they were, I miss
the oneness and completeness of the
pre physical.
The agony haunts me.
The agony would be so ugly that it would
be allot easier to say it was a pleasure.
Eating and reproducing: those are the most thrilling things. to destroy, to take. that is what 'making' must now be, actuated by separate, small, temporal entities. Little shambles of wreckage.
The best that they can do is talk to each other about God's love and smell some flowers. They have to survive. They isolate their finger tips on top of the little bit of nourishing, hopeful, temporary, incomp lete, failing particles, of what they once were.
The body tries to digest old tumors and replace it with young flesh. Health, power, wholeness. Every where in the cosmos from stars to organic creatures. They all tend to die out and burn up, after a while. They rotate around one another, and are drawn too one another. This fractured, injured mass of unfathom able motion still wants to live.
It still wants itself. Out of fear or lost madness,
would it ever begin to worship the one whom killed it?
The explosions, extreme heat and radiation from the 'big bang' era of the cosmos was due to a clash of 'brines'.
This is the essence of violence.
This is such an instability, waste, loss,
and destruction.
This phase took billions of years in
order to burn out and slightly stabilize.
It wasn't a miraculous creation
from a perfect maker.
It was an insane collision,
a catastrophe! Separate forms
of material, elements, different forms of
energies, and geometries, all emerged due
to separateness.
Refining is a very destructive process.
All of these various elements and materials
were once a unified, whole, and greater essence.
I find myself at opposite ends with human spirituality. They worship their makers,
and love their makers.
I call those forces the destroyers.
The mother placed all of her incompleteness and her burdens upon
her children. She dies, unable to bare
her own load, and she passes the curse unto her children.
In the same way that many, many fractures and cracks spread out across the face of
a broken mirror, many dimensions, species, thoughts, and desires splintered out of the original act of murder: the destruction of
the pre physical universe.
Humans worship the destroyer of the pre physical because they themselves are also destroyers.
They must refine, and change all things which pass through them selves. Never does a substance go through a body unaltered. These incomplete filters, and leeches grasp hold of their little environments with powerful love and powerful pain, in order to suppress and close the bit of solar energies that they've gleaned.
It is a wretched world.
It is a dishonest world.
Every desire, feeling, is dishonest.
I want things to be like the way that they were before. I wish there was no matter, no Earth, no stars, no God, no humanity.
I want things to be as they were, I miss
the oneness and completeness of the
pre physical.
The agony haunts me.
The agony would be so ugly that it would
be allot easier to say it was a pleasure.
Eating and reproducing: those are the most thrilling things. to destroy, to take. that is what 'making' must now be, actuated by separate, small, temporal entities. Little shambles of wreckage.
The best that they can do is talk to each other about God's love and smell some flowers. They have to survive. They isolate their finger tips on top of the little bit of nourishing, hopeful, temporary, incomp lete, failing particles, of what they once were.
The body tries to digest old tumors and replace it with young flesh. Health, power, wholeness. Every where in the cosmos from stars to organic creatures. They all tend to die out and burn up, after a while. They rotate around one another, and are drawn too one another. This fractured, injured mass of unfathom able motion still wants to live.
It still wants itself. Out of fear or lost madness,
would it ever begin to worship the one whom killed it?
