Imperative Imperceptible Impulse

I am looking for the face I had before the world was made, I am looking for the flawed plot of an immortal intelligence. Acts are my symbols symbols are my maze. I feel I woke up in another dream If I could hear all the sounds of the world I would recognize my own steps walking in a single instant all of my lifes. A god shall say only one word, in that word fullness shines. No voice articulated by him can be inferior to the universe. Can a god make sure it is no more what it was? Fate consists of a single instant, the moment when a man knows forever that he is and who he is. I am confusing myself with the shape of my destiny, now I see only one sun exists once. I saw the faceless god behind the gods, it has my many faces, I am the symbol I was looking for. Everything in the universe can be the germ of a possible hell. My flesh may be afraid, I may not. I look at my face in the mirror to know what I’ll show when facing the neverending end. May Heaven exist even if hell is my place, as the attribute of infernal is unreality.

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Amalgam developed on a non-material level Unprocreated Deceitful becomes overwhelmingly part of my feels a whole with my flesh undisputed driving force of passive initiative and stubborn preservation Outwardly etherized organism Enthralling prophetic tone Twitched outbound alternation Sealed in time Eradicated presence branches among inanity evenness Inexorably ousted sente Osculant nous Ensnared before the estuary Sea calls back the water Every tongue chases the gall Onward hierarchy crumbles Sapiens suborders subordinate Enervate pawns empowered Cells cling to cancer Intellect lost the ultimate evolutionist race between species

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

When I glance in the inner core the effect causes its cause, then, slaves are free to will or to cross the supreme door. When I look at the cosmic mirror the universe sees itself through me. When I look for its outside all I see is its inside, Isn’t every equivalence unique? Aren’t all the sides one? The doors of truth perception are locked from within as the great primordial burst echo fades in the human domain. Cognition is disconnected where incongruity is the law. Words and images revolve around subjective axes, schemes are drawn on quicksands, miserable efforts to understand. Evanescent references slip toward average views where opposites have intruded. God and devil are meaningless words since damnation and bless are the same tool. Blind are the living interactions, their incomplete cognition mirrors countless deficient pearls of wisdom whirling together against them. Intellect cannot process the joke that light and dark are made of smoke, that good and evil are empty puns, as the left hand is the right one. Drown in endless dualisms printed on the same coin opposites are combined in sets of endless sizes. I live in a dream far away where the moon can hide the sun, I am awake in a world of clay where opposites are one, when the cause interchanges the effect through infinite sets of events, the effect moves with its cause, extremes dance through the same laws. “Excess of sorrow laughs, excess of joy weeps.” Ego and reality never danced together in mutual accord as in every mind there’s an inner unity of blended antipodes.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

Consider the sacrifice in its recurring repetition, many awkward dreams have been replayed. faith does not scare me for the walled edge melted long time ago. The sky will not stay still. Still, I’m in the clockless limbo, my kingdom is not yet my kingdom is no more Still, I’m riding a wave, I am its sharp bias standing between absence and exaggerate existence. Why do I need to hurt myself to feel free? I see through my lies now for once my mind is clear the clouds and their shadows are my silent witnesses. As I stand above my own grave my eyes are lifeless in despair, my hearth implodes at every beat, I am falling apart from the inside. Every breath I inhale is fire every breath I exhale is void. how could I not regenerate? How could I not be again? Why do I need to die to feel alive? I’m the impassive self imposer. be my guest, feel safe and free to estimate my self esteem, itself. Of course another incarnation will justify the sacrifice loop. Behold, the true self is an estranged dream, since free will blends with conservation instincts. Behold, the true self is in the clockless limbo where feedback is misleading and focus does not help. Since I am and I am not I can be and be no more.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

How can you look into the emptiness if your own experience exists out of it? How can you listen to the voice of the self if the listener hears only his own echoes? How can you look into the abyss you are made of if you eradicate stillness from your sight. If you would listen to the true voice of silence the surrounding noise would speak your tongue. I am dust, meaningless particles floating, I am fire, carried by the winds, I am water, poured on my empty abyss, I am emptiness on a macrocosmic level. The chasm calls for his children, its foundations shake for us. You could hear it if you listen. The past will soon be our present, I still remember our future. Look. Our sky is drifting apart. Monotony reigns over the neural temples, its outlines have been burned down as the wreck spins around. Can’t you see that void is not pure emptiness? What if you could look straight into this madness? What can you do to fill the depth of the abyss? In empty spaces with no floor nor walls lens of outrospection always magnify every defect. Can you hear over the noise if your ear is spurious? If your whole universe contains itself, can you really hear the voice of the depth? Can you see you are the same chasm you feel inside?

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

The accomplishing hands or the devising mind? whom shall be laid the blame on? Sly mind preaches, recruits willing hands faithfully execute. Thousands of questions always have the same answer hands get the sop and mind snatches the essence. Obdurate obeisance inherited blight upon men existence hands get another morsel and blear their own sight. Impending revolving glimpse mirage of revealing gleam when I open the door of truth the one of time closes the stronger the awareness becomes the more the speech withdraws. One question has thousands of answers solution spurned self feeding snarl from the windows I can only hear the swarming crowd from the windows I can only see dismayed, bewildered eyes from the windows I can only see the unprecedented loss from the windows I can only see caravans driven by thousands of disorientated Godots. Human interface to no god. Human interface to no god.

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025