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| Intermission by � chibilunacat When the undending prossession of time carries you to the pits of insanity, what were you looking for? Standing upon the edge of the great canyon of untapped knowlege I can see only with straining eyes, tidbits of aggression here and there, and I am wholey faced with unsolicited bare naked fears. Fears and unerving questions that never end. It is here upon the edge of uncertainty that I see the truth, it is slippery and agile and wild, and it will not be held. As it slithers through the spectrum of imaginings it slings off bits of bold faced lies, in a wake of unworth followers. The untrained eye can follow the glowing path behind, but never really see the brightness of the thing, for it would blind them, as the sun. It could hurt them, and melt them and blacken them harshly, and they would not be able to stand it, so after a while the grab onto one of the duller, slower untruths of mercy and follow it to triumph, or fall to unrelenting melodrama. All the paths were one once, and now they are many, and now they mean a million things, and yet mean the same. They mean nothing, everything, fill you, empty you and unarm you, thus preparing you, but only a few ever look directly at the truth of the thing, and maybe they suffer for it, maybe they don't, maybe once they can look, it isn't a big deal, no matter what the obsticles were before it. In the glow of time, and the shadows of insanity, basking in the rain that falls between and watching the lights trace across oblivion into a never ending abyss of lonelyness, fear, compainionship, and boldness, the aura fades to grey and empties the mouths of millions to fill the mouths of a few, to leave them standing still in time, to proceed at intermission and to rest upon strong turning hands of the grandfather. It answers everything and nothing all the wrong things, all the right things, but........ what were you looking for? |