Duality. A strategy in existence for thousands of years. Anchored in our fears, and sold to our human need to belong and be accepted. A pillar in the foundation of control, and a catalyst for the hatred of ideas on the inverse of what we perceive as reality.
At the risk of sounding like a critique I wonder if you have ever entertain the concept of spontaneous prose? If not, and time pending maybe you would...
Onto the writing which by now more than a review as I said before one could just about ask questions on format, intention, dedication, so on so forth but here is were the game changer seems to be thrown in. Maybe just like the writing which preceeds this one I feel imbued by a stream of thought.
So I will develop accordingly.
"I am not clear about this self and I dread, the immense, I face re-disintegration. As the dead universe-Impales through me. This - twilight. I charge this feeble product of god. The solitude in splendor has been rivalled. Armageddon evolves.The inertia of my existence is clear. A servant of eternity."
I like this quite a bit. Similar what to Rene said, you should check out Flash Fiction. I've just been trying to get into it myself, and it's a nice release when it comes to short bursts of thought like this. Great theme though!
At the risk of sounding like a critique I wonder if you have ever entertain the concept of spontaneous prose? If not, and time pending maybe you would...
Onto the writing which by now more than a review as I said before one could just about ask questions on format, intention, dedication, so on so forth but here is were the game changer seems to be thrown in. Maybe just like the writing which preceeds this one I feel imbued by a stream of thought.
So I will develop accordingly.
"I am not clear about this self and I dread, the immense, I face re-disintegration. As the dead universe-Impales through me. This - twilight. I charge this feeble product of god. The solitude in splendor has been rivalled. Armageddon evolves.The inertia of my existence is clear. A servant of eternity."
Imagination was given to man to compensate him for what he is not, and a sense of humor was provided to console him for what he is.
-Oscar Wilde more..