The Unwilling Unfilled, The Dreading Death, and The Convoluted Confusion: Volume 3

Prologue:

Rage burns as fire,

So does desire.

Lust incinerates increasingly,

Wrath immolates unceasingly,

With fury fueled by aggression,

And envy compelled by passion,

Comes two toxic weeds,

One is Hate, a tainted seed;

The other is craving Greed.

And on your mind, they feed.

Both as cold as ice,

Freezing you in vice.

Both as black as coal,

Consuming your soul.

Both as empty as a pit,

Filling you with it.

 

Chapter 0 (Uncertainty):

What will we do when we’re the last ones left?

What if?  If Only…

What if?  If Only…

What if?  If Only…

If a mountain were not tall and strong it would not last. (But even such is relative)

If the ocean were small and not lifelong it would pass. (But even such is relative)

If the stars were dim and faded it would just be but gas. (But even such is relative)

Is it so?

Is it so moving it shakes the heavens with a chill?

Is it so awful it makes the planets stand in still?

Is it so painful it aches the earth to its core?

Is it so vibrant it wakes the seas to their shores?

Is it?

Is it in you?

Have you ever?

Have you ever lay awake at night and not be able to sleep?

Have you ever been asleep and not be able to wake from a bad dream?

Have you ever felt you were at the edge of the world?

Have you ever felt you could fly up to the nighttime skies?

Have you?

Have you had it in you?

Do you ever?

Do you ever want reach out and touch all the souls of the world, from End to End?

Do you ever want to save all the sentient beings that are out there, from Hell to Rapture?

Do you ever want to climb a mountain and scream out the truth, from Sunrise to Sunset?

Do you ever want to relieve and rid the world from all its suffering, from Time to Time?

Do you?

Do you have that in you?

 

Remember that time?

Remember the time when we used to be?

Remember the time when we could feel what it was like?

Remember the time when we were free?

Remember the time when we remembered what it was like?

Remember?

 

Are we but worm food?

Are we worthy?

Do you wonder if we’ll all make it?

Do you wonder how all this will happen?

What else would you do?

What will happen after?

Where will it be?

Where will I be?

Why do I still live?

Why is it so hard?

How is it so?

How could we have fallen?

We are so weak.

 

Chapter 1 (From Timelines to Lifelines):

The Primordial is Diurnal yet Nocturnal,

The Source is the Alpha and Omega,

The Origin is the Zenith but also the Nadir.

At Dawn, I am Day.

At Day, I am Dusk.

At Dusk, I am Night.

At Night, I am Dawn.

The world will end

Exactly how it began,

And it will begin

Exactly how it ends.

To and fro,

So and So,

Such and Such,

The story is here plain and simple,

It is as frivolous as a dimple,

From Cosmogony to Eschatology,

And Cosmology to Ontology:

In the beginning, Creation…

Then a series of revolutions:

Involution and Birth,

Evolution and Growth,

Declination and Decay,

Destruction and Death.

 

Home, We coming home again…

Home, We coming home again…

Home, We coming home again…

 

From the Great Beyond above,

To the Blackest Pits below,

Whether it be by a dove,

I want to freaking know:

When are Sun and Moon meeting?

I need to know soon,

For the Zeitgeist is fleeting.

I will not wait for doom.

O I can see it now!

I cannot help but bow.

Brave Martyrs and Holy Saints,

Mystic Prophets and Wise Sages,

Saccharine Freedom and Sweet Life,

There will be no more restraints,

There will be no more cages,

There will be no more strife,

Distant Childhood and Chaste Virginity,

All Individuality becomes a Singularity,

All Phenomena and Noumena will disappear,

When the Solar and Lunar eclipse is here.

We shall be…to live free.

 

Chapter 2 (Freedom of the Oppressed):

Oppression and Suppression:

What do you have against us Vanir?

What do you have against us Aesir?

What do you have against us Pagans?

What do you have against us Asians?

What do you have against us Africans?

What do you have against us Mexicans?

What do you have against us Americans?

What do you have against us Armenians?

What do you have against us Jews?

What do you have against us Christians?

What do you have against us Muslims?

What do you have against us Gypsies?

What do you have against us Aboriginals?

What do you have against us Homosexuals?

What do you have against us Natives?

What do you have against us Hutus?

What do you have against us Tutsis?

What do you have against us Mulattos?

What do you have against us Happa?

What do you have against us Ninjas?

What do you have against us Pirates?

What do you have against us Mestizos?

What do you have against us Zambos?

What do you have against us Negroes?

What do you have against us Midgets?

What do you have against us Fatties?

What do you have against us Peasants?

What do you have against us Workers?

Our race and ethnicity,

Our age and maturity,

Our abilities and disabilities,

Our gender and orientation,

Our culture and tradition,

Our beliefs and affiliations,

Our religion and creed,

Our class and clique,

Our height and weight,

Our intelligence or wit…

We are all One.

 

Chapter 3 (Anomalies & Deviance):

Mommy, where are the dragonflies going?

Silly child, why do you want to know?

Mommy, it’s because they seem so knowing.

Curious child, they go where they want to go.

Mommy,

What is right? How do you know what is right?

How do you be independent but not despondent?

How do you be pure but not ignorant?

How do you be confident but not arrogant?

How do you be diligent but not fanatic?

How do you be calm but not apathetic?

How do you be careful but not doubtful?

How do you be helpful but not pampering?

How do you be determined but not unyielding?

Why child,

There is no right or wrong,

You just have to be modest,

And listen to the song…

Mommy,

I am scared. I am scared mommy.

Oblivion is taking my mind away,

Void is throwing my body astray,

Death is putting me to sleep,

Unconsciousness is bringing me deep.

O Child,

Don’t cry,

Things do die.

But there is hope.

We will all find it.

 

Epilogue:

The Source of Sources

The Root of Roots

The Origin of Origins

Thesis…Antithesis

I…‘I’

I am that is…I am that is not

I am…I am not

Integration…Differentiation

Unity…Duality

Harmony…Conflict

Symmetry…Asymmetry

Synchrony…Asynchrony

Consonance…Dissonance

Accord…Discord

Utopia…Dystopia

Destiny…Fate

One…

Twofold…

Fourfold…

Eightfold…

Tenfold and Six…

A Score, Tenfold, and Two…

Threescore and Four…

Manifold…

…Infinity…

We are Infinite.