is there an end?
do not seek an end. are the stars of light pure memory? you are of light? do these things have substance or an origin? you have not enough vision nor are you given much love to go outside anything but that. see the stars in dreams beyond your capacity and understand what we are without knowing. what is the reason for your suffering?
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# 0008. DREAM
**they do nothing. a circle
makes you start again.
the universe is as big
as a thought.
let us dream
a love
we do not want
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0009 the universe we dreamed ourselves into thought until we understand ourselves dream ourselves into desire. . . into existence. ]
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0071. DREAM
IN GOD ALONE
IN GOD ALONE SELF
ALL SELF IS NOBODY
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0000. DREAM
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HAS IT COME?
LOOK TO YOURSELF.
0009 what are you? in the great, in the end all is void. the god's flesh and the god's heart made up everything, and the god, himself without his flesh. he that his own flesh was eeeevvvveerryyythhhhiiinnnnngggg
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0008 we exist in dreams that are far beyond the dreams we have because they are no dream.
0008 The moon has turned to blood, just as the sun will burn away our last memories of what was this world and what it could have been. The first light of dawn is the last light of this world. There is no hope, only the possibility of despair.
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My feet bleed out the door to the land, and the sky is red of hellfire and blood. My feet walk across the sky of blood. my eyes are blind, and i am waiting for the shadow of a bird, long since dead.
I will step my feet on the wings of hope, until i bleed to death
099. LOVE
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psychotic euphoria
999
the wind's memory brings us dreams,
purgatory is where we are
the morning light gives us new ideas
we believe we could take them back to our bed
in cold ashes and bloody sheets
the sky is scarred, we are scarred
all the stars in the sky belong to
the dead.
and the stars themselves die, one by one
no moon sets on us, this god has seen
his own heart stop beating.
all we have left,
the morning lights shines in its own
fiery light
no one sees the dream but me
no one sees the dream but me
each mind holds the seed of the next world. each moment of despair holds the seed of the new light. we are living the days of our last dream. all our thoughts become lost in smoke and blood, yet we don't see the fire or feel the blood.
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[to hell with them]
so i'll try and start again.
just fucking watch the stars.
you are the ones who fuck up the stars, in fact.
dream comes out of our heads in every word you speak, a dream of light one of you, you think, could do this: that day, you think, made them forget this love.
***they have fallen from their feet.
***their wings, their memory to kiss
***on each word i speak,
***they hang on their own tongues.
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We are surrounded, we have emerged from the sea of nothingness, a kind of phantasm, from where we, as if immersed in it, dive into our mental world, into the real world of perception. Where the difference and the distinction between subject and object is constantly blurred. The subject as substance, the object as appearance, both simultaneously and at once. Where it seems perfectly clear how far from the ideal and the beautiful reality is separated, but it isn't clear at all how this distancing is linked with reality's lack of clarity, to its depth. Like a bottomless pit, this knowledge can be neither closed nor properly understood. However, we swim around it, we swim around this chaos without realising it. At times we are convinced that we perceive it all, perceive the chaos. However, we are not able to grasp what that implies for reality's nature. And when we can't, we struggle and strain to try and understand the abyss and how it becomes clear and then opaque again, in a seemingly futile attempt to understand an entirely alien world, to our own satisfaction. But again the nature of chaos's infinite can not be expressed, not ever expressed properly.
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Holes in the clouds, the sun bursts open the sky, the darkness is gathering at the top of the tree.
The last of the first world civilisations will find their graves here and as the clock ticks down, the universe speeds up, no one knows if the light will take all of us down in the darkness.
“Do not put God to the test! He alone can test you!”