| GOD-MIND HIS VISION FOR A BOOK JUST ONE VAST MESSAGE JUST ONE OF MANY VISIONS LEAVING OUT THESE EMPTY SPACES BUILDING CASTLES OF MEANING AN UNTRACABLE PATTERN EMERGES LIKE ATOMS, ITS INFINITE SPACES BETWEEN INVISIBLE MATERIALS FOR CONSTRUCTING HIS VISION FOR A BOOK BUT EVEN THE BOOK IS EMPTY FORCED TO SPEAK ANYTHING IT WITNESSES EVERYTHING AND EVEN IN ITS SILENCE SEEMS TO REACT OUT VIOLENT THIS EVER SPINNING SYSTEM WE SEEM TO THINK IS REAL WHILE UNSEEN MASTERS... MASTERS OF ILLUSION, MAKE FOR US OUR VERY MIND THEN BROKEN INTO PIECES WE EACH THINK OURSELVES UNIQUE YET BIRDS OF A FEATHER FEATHERS IN THE BREEZES OUR FLOCK IS UNITED IN CHAOS CHAOTIC FLINGING AIR AND EVEN THEN, THERE'S SIMPLY NOTHING THERE WE'RE JUST DUST IN WIND AND AGAIN; WIND NOWHERE YET THESE MASTERS, HIDDEN DEEP WHOM ACT THE PART OF GODS AND ETS ATLEAST FOR OUR CONCRETE PSYCHE HAVE INCARNATIONS WITHIN US EACH AND WRITE THE PLAY, AND PICTURE, PAINT A LIFE WE'VE EVER LIVED IN PAIN SEEKING LOVE; LOVE, PAIN'S CURE? OR LOVE; LOVE, PAIN'S VERY SOURCE? WE EACH AND ALL, ONE SELF, ONE FALL FROM AN ORIGINAL STATE OF GRACE GOING DISTINCTLY DIFFERENT WAYS OR AS SUCH IT MAY BUT SEEM WE'VE MADE FOR OURSELVES GREAT PHILOSOPHIES AND THEORIES OF THE WAY IT IS BUT REALLY ISN'T EVEN ART IS JUST A START AND ARTIST'S THEMSELVES MANIFESTATIONS OF OUR OWN IMAGINATIONS... JUST THINK IF ANYONE REALLY KNEW... WELL, WOULDN'T HE BE GOD? THE VERY CREATOR OF LIFE AND LIGHT AND FAITH AND WRONG AND RIGHT AND PEACE AND WAR AND WHY AND FOREVER MORE YET THE SACRED MESSAGE SAYS "OBEY" "OBEY, OBEY; OBEY"... WITHOUT KNOWING, WITHOUT UNDERSTANDING YET SUDDENLY MANY THOUGHTS RUSH INSIDE FROM THE MANY THOUGHTS RUSHING OUTSIDE SO THAT THOUGHT ITSELF IS CREATING TIME CREATING DRAMA CREATING THE MIND THIS CONSCIOUS MONSTER CALLED GOD, I AM |
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