I am the 1. I chose to be. The infinite 0 can not contain me. So if i was nothing... And still i choose 1... Surely the 0 is not what i've done. If i am the light, Then the dark i am not.. To me, the big 0.. It is but a thought. I am the master.. I am the game.. I am the 1 And i know my name. » Continue Reading
Where do we go if we don't exist? Can this be true? Is there something i missed? How can something which has no form Move through a world bound in a norm? If i know nothing and nothing is me.. How do i know that i could be free? The death of the self.. Is a prison it seems.. Bound by nothing by infinite seams. To observe the red tape As it becomes but a str » Continue Reading
How do i dance... how do i cope.. The climb did not prepare for the descent of the slope. How do i hold fast to the truth at the top while i watch myself falling... while i watch myself drop... The key now becomes the ability to let go The ability to say "i know not what i know". If i can know nothing... If this is true... The » Continue Reading
Oh how i long for those lumbersome sages. A sanctuary lost in these stolen ages. Though my eyes may decieve me, the picture is clear. That which surrounds me is that which i fear. If i so choose to mock it's embrace, The symphony screams as to laugh in my face. But if i choose not to fear it at all, Like a lumbersome giant would » Continue Reading