What is, and what is not
What was, once was what will be, and now is not.
That which shall be...
If you know what shall be, it is already in the past.
It is said that the future looks bright, with that which is whiteness and lightless, that power of which is so fully formed it cannot be gazed upon,
but if that is so, then where is the beauty if it cannot be seen?
Naked eye for naked eye,
the future is but a trick of light and shadow; a conjuring trick by an Illusionist.
It is said that the future looks dim, but even more so than dim...
Black. Darkness. Abyss.
That which is black is fullness in its entirety. A space that spans the entire volume. Yet it is called emptiness.
By whom is this fullness called emptiness? Those who care not to seek out sights and wonders yet still do by the masses; filling unfulfilled; matched rituals, the come one’s, they come, all.
Do you know? or do you not know?
The question is thus, but a question still remains.
Why do you want to question?
So you do want a problem after all.
To seek happiness, you do not want to seek it. Finding is for those who want to find, and seeking or those who want to seek; only a crossroads at a juncture,
you’ll go your way and I’ll go mine,
nary the twain shall meet.
It is said that the body needs discipline. It is to keep the soul intact; for without the form that is formless will be crushed.
What will it crush if it has no form? The crushing will be for the form that is, the substance, the matter, the body.
Putting the body on the line, the bearer of sins, olives and skull paths lead body in passion; to save the sins of not sinless souls but souls who never needed the glory of sin in the beginning. For he who loved the world so much, he had forgotten, his son, in detriment if not in folly.
To seek pleasure is to seek pain; you recoil at the statement but that part of you which knows the truth cannot be silenced.
It will speak for evermore and long lasting, if the chance is given.
A crack of the window and the cold hawkish air rushes in with import and haste.
When it gazes upon itself in the glass, darkly upon darkness, and all is darkness; but emptiness...
will it see; face to face
subsuming both self and other, and another with time for tomorrow, and tomorrow
Is tipped into this dulled place today.
But are you sure it will come? Your questions need answers, but which one comes first?
Do not think that a question begs an answer, an answer can perfectly well beg
for a question, it thanks you very much for the opportunity to take leave and go elsewhere.
Leaving you with neither the question that was asked before, and now no answer certainly remains
Though, face to face, in part...
You should know then,
as the I is now known.
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