`Twas 1999

"Where did you come from, baby dear??"

Out of the everywhere, into here.



I was not yet born.

With the strength against those who would freeze my humanity, would dragoon me into a lethal automation, would make me a cog in a machine. A thing with one face, a thing, and against all those who would dissipate my entirety, would
Blow me like thistle down hither and thither or hither and thither like water held
In the hands would spill me.

Let them not make me a stone, and let them not spill me...Otherwise kill me.

Because it is there, I found the insight and the wisdom that comes with death.
Death opens unknown doors. It is most grand to die. With the dead there is no rivalry. In the dead there is no change.
Plato is never sullen.
Cervantes is never petulant.
Demosthenes never comes unseasonably.
Dante never stays too long.
No difference of political opinion can alienate Cicero.
No heresy can excite the horror of Bossuet.

For I floated on the waves of darkness with it's eternal whisperings and desolate shores. Desperately clinging to the raft of Mortality, which weighed heavily on me like unwilling sleep. Blinded in the budding morrow of midnight, the key had turned deftly to seal the hushed casket of my soul.

'If I should die', I said to myself, 'I have left no immortal work behind me - nothing to make my friends proud of my memory - but I have loved the principle of beauty in all things, and if I had had time, I would have made myself remembered.'

For I had come to the resolution never to write for the sake of writing or making a poem, but from running over with any little knowledge or experience which may years of reflection may perhaps gave me.

Nothing...nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced - even a proverb is no proverb to you till your life has illustrated it. But all this mattered not, now already I could feel the cold earth upon me...and silence only followed.

O' how very sad is fate...

Winds of the World give answer!!
How short is the longest life??
Whence are we, and why are we??
Of what scene??
The Actors or Spectators??
What is the answer?...In that case what is the question?
Till life forget and death remember?
Till thou remember and I forget?
Can I remember if thou forget?
Thou hast forgotten, O' summer swallow, but the world shall end when I forget.

Woe is me, I think I am becoming a god...or do I weave but a net to catch the wind?
Lucky is he who has been able to understand the couses of things. Knowing the dancer from the dance.

When trough the friendly silence of the soundless moonlight came answer opon the wind, as if from the fields of sleep.

"Thou eye among the blind. That deaf and silent read'st the eternal deep.... Hounted forever by the eternal mind.
In the Country of the Blind, the One-eyed man is King.

Look upon the entire world as your parish. Lives of great men all remind us we can make our lives sublime. And, departing, leave behind footprints on the sands of time.
For a stand can be made against invasion by an army.
But no stand can be made against invasion by an idea.

Fortune favors the bold!!

Blessings on your courage, boy. That's the way to the stars, walking the path of the Prophet.
Armoring yourself with Truth and Compassion. Calling a New World into
Existence, to redress the balance of the Old. Knowledge itself, is power.
A Hero can be Poet, Prophet, King, Priest or what you will. All according to the kind of world they find themselves born into. No great man lives in vain,
The history of the world is but a biography of great men.
Who chose to go along the darksome road, thither whence others say no one returns.
Let justice be done, though the world perish.
God is dead! And Heaven is empty.
Weep children, for you no longer have a father.
My Son,... may you be happier than your father.

Wind the Clock...Teach you the superman, that man is something to be surpassed.
For others do I wait...for higher ones, stronger ones, more triumphant ones, merrier ones, for such as are built squarely in body and soul;
Laughing Lions must come.
Rouse from your lair and stand to your feet, with the other souls of the Earth.
On your feet, with other inmates of hunger's prison!
Reason is rumbling in its crater, and its final eruption is on its way.
Let us wipe clean the slate of the past - on your feet, with the other enslaved multitudes, on your feet!
The World is to undergo a fundamental change.
They think we are nothing, Let us become everything.
This is the final conflict; Form up and tomorrow the International will encompass the human race.
Rise like Lions after slumber, in unvanquishable number - Shake your chains to earth like dew, which in sleep had fallen on you - Ye are many - they are few.

These things shall be! A loftier race than the world hath known shall rise, with flame of freedom in their souls, and light of knowledge in their eyes; Moon-washed apples of wonder.

But know my boy, all these eternal whisperings forehead of the age to come, must start from Desolate shores, with its mighty swell of twice ten thousand caverns of Ignorance and Want...Alone. Moving as a beacon of wise men, to the course of Logical Consequences, to the 'Chess-board of the World'.
The pieces are the phenomena of the Universe.
The rules of the game are what we call the laws of Nature.
The player on the other side is hidden from us.
We know that his play is always fair, just, and patient.
But also we know to our cost, that he never overlooks a mistake, or makes the smallest allowance for Ignorance.

For it is better to die on your feet, than to live on your knees, to Ignorance. When the strongest man in the world is the man who stands alone. Empowered, by the Truth of his Dreams!!
Truth, ever lovely - sense the world began..The foe of tyrannts, and the friend of man.
The Truth of Dreams shows them the way to understand the balance of moral law within themselves, with the effect of the starry heavens above.
Human history is a nightmare from which you must awaken!!
If man would only comprehend the richness and variety of the Universe, and inspire his mind with a due measure of wonder and of awe. He would contemplate the human intellect not only on its highest of genius, but in its abysses of ineptitude.

He moves away from the gutter, and awakens looking to the stars.

Live your dreams, my boy. Live your dreams.
And find in happiness the Truth of Life, that many only find on their deathbed. In balance with the Waking World and Dreams. Moving as a Brother of the Angle, as in perfect balance between the pure fabric of Time and Space.

Anglings somewhat like poetry, man must be awaken to, fearing to loose nothing, that he never had before. Just with sure faith and willpower. And like mathematics, who stands fully learnt.
The world stands as a comedy to those that think...and a tragedy to those that feel.

Transcend, my son, Transcend!
Live all you can, without mistake, no matter any particular.
So long as you have your life.
Without it, what have you had?

Such is the Fatal Futility of Fact, deep in the well of unconscious cerebration.

Fear not Death, but Transcend.
You are wrapped with its eternal embrace every time you sleep, and you fear it not...Why??
Because sleep is essential to Life...as is Death
Live in an existence with a love to live...and an always readiness to die.



Now, open your EYES!



Transcend! - Depart! - Be Off! - Exceed! - Evade! - Erupt!"



Then came the silence...

Nothing, nothing.... But voidless silence.

`Twas then that I learned, in total clarity...

What it was like to be alone.



I knew Eternity, in that moment.