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When you, when I, when all of us, were aspects of emptiness. Thing is, if you stand in front of a mirror in complete darkness, the other face is fully visible. In fact whenever there is complete darkness, you can feel the soft shift of features, can feel the shadows unfurl from beneath your skin. Your synapses relax because the void wants only reunion. Of course, as soon as you turn the lights back on, the façade returns and your appearance rights itself.
Beneath that sound was the liquid music of elimination.
That mirrored moment of recognition: that is a human. Then, the blissful bite of revelation: that is a human undone.
Beneath it all, the screams of the burning children, the sanctified ones, the gifts to the Unforgiving God.
The real challenge is living inside the Grand Illusion of Order. Recognizing the universe as it is—a cosmic slaughterhouse unending—is difficult as the machinations of reality function only to deceive sentient beings into believing there is some meaning behind the echoing chaos.
