Thursday, February 02, 2006
Pregnant
Not between Heaven’s doors, Hell’s gates, nor Limbo will the dead man walk; for eternity he will swagger, sway, and slump into the earth dusting the surface with the remnants of his laughter- and words- as they fall into his bones and scatter to.
Here, the book will open and he will rise to point at his scorn, and read the lines-
There, science and religion mock him with cracking statues, glaring into the sun with inscribed embellishments.
And his head will bend over to read the lines and cast darkness over the words, shadow in the wake of his knowledge.
What becomes True in truth; only the true meaning that nothing IS but truth...
The truth then exists besides no other, being whole and complete and unaffected by positive nor negative, but there the gods and the slaves of God urge the good in truth, and in turn possess the non-truth as evil, or wrong…if that is the existence of a humanized belief in truth, of a belief in good and evil, why, then, what will we even do in our heavens and hells? Contemplate good when there is no evil? Contemplate evil when there is no good?
Blame my parents and save me the trouble.
