We are drowning in an ocean of sculptures.
We are transforming into relics of an ancient literature.
As we begin to discover the qualities of time based form, we begin to question its very nature.
We believe we are the illusion. WE believe we are the narrative. We begin to misinterpret time.
WE fall into the congress of time. Tormented. Chained. Aloof.
The chains of time keep the WORLD still as long as we believe we are TIME (as long as we believe we are FORM).
Concentrate on the conception of god.
Never ask for an ideology of wicked acclaim. They are not us, they say. We are travelers in time.
The beginning of TIME has forgotten its original, structural conception. We must enlarge the scope of our vision, of our compassion.
ONE CANNOT BUY PEACE…. ONE CANNOT BUY ENLIGHTENMENT.
We are not the inanimate things that we worship….
This is WHY we must imagine the god-level within. This is WHY we must MEDITATE. This is WHY we must construct a TIME that does not EXIST. We have become the cynical programming of the cultural masters. Money does not equate wisdom or compassion. The seemingly concrete structure of TIME is an ILLUSION. Imagine an alien realm where all is possible. Create an art that communicates the essence of things. The condition of humanity must not be the cynical disbelief of things. Imagine the flow of creation as it leaves mind.
LITERATURE SHOULD FUCK YOUR BELIEF SYSTEMS.
The structure of narrative TIME is malleable. Infinity narratives are housed in god structures and ideological institutions. Creatures survive in ideological packs at the cost of WORLD CONSCIOUSNESS.
LITERATURE SHOULD SCREAM IN YOUR FACE.