A group of thoughts;)
It
is a process, everything I own, my eternal belonging – this personal intimate
trial of mine. A grotesque story of practicing witchcraft, in which the judge,
the executioner and the condemned convict are but a single man (an occult
idealization found only in those 13th century novels of old). Obscured
evidence that justice is slow and it takes time, measuring all trembles on my own
private Richter scale. The only dominion I claim as my own, this perpetual
existence, the pursue for truth… a truth.
Away
from silence, pushed outward by a peculiar dynamic of events, keeping the
darkness ever at bay. Guided by the maps of the skies, these ships have never forgotten
the secrets of the sea; never stranded and always sailing in a certain
direction, seeking only for messages in corked bottles. Preserving our course
always ahead of the current, are we?
Predictable
in our chaotic drift, only in the times when we found our ways; here, abusing secretive
laws of alchemy seeking refreshing methods in our fearless and equally
pointless revolutionary endeavor to find new elements in the periodic table…
Your text is really food for thought; that kind of text one's read and needs to stop to think!
ReplyDeleteReally nice!
I'm happy you enjoyed it man:)
DeleteEn route pour la Pierre Philosophale !!!
ReplyDeleteI'm descendent of those alchemists of old:)
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