I/Inferno/The Solitary Immersion into Autarchic Silence
I know and understand nothing, I hear, feel and see nothing and that is my everything, the Alpha and the Omega. To know and truly see (that third side of a coin) I penetrate the murk in feverish visions with the reason aflame, in indomitable despair (stirred by the eternal returns).
An unrestricted ascent (of Sol Victus) is allowed in the limitless space of five pillars (where no guilt, fear, ressentiment reign). The sulphurous stigmas of past lives mirror in the black matutinal star, radiating – speaking, resembling a speech of god to a new man made in the last moment of eternity:
“The demise always comes in the cyclical waves (as the individuality is imprisoned in boundless space) until the atrophy of light reveals the time as it was in its initial point and the strange forms of platonic solids before they were cast into shapes and form (thus know that all acts only prolong this fall).”
Trapped in a non-time of relentless cyclicity at the bottom of hollowness (in the embrace of creator). Inside a triad of flames that breeds ideas (and triangles of light), hidden in zeroth dimension within patterns of higher art (where the pulse of microcosm measures the time of macrocosm). There, into the blackest abstraction of utter negation I push so the energy expands with exhalations into dark.
Is a man worth something, sub specie aeternitatis, even if standing within singularity, within the womb, awash with the foam of indignation of the previous lives? Should one burden a self further with the atavism of fear, like yet another entity of transcendence or deny humanity in the embrace of cosmic sanctuary, this divine fleshly prison. But could a god, one too many, choose the extinction?
The causes of all things change with the movement of the open Eye and fill the bottomless cup with drops of radiation (the act resembling maternal virtue). The new profound source culminates, burns and brings light to suffuse each reappearing aperture in a fabric of cosmic void. Now the realization has lost its sense and the silence becomes truly everything.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
