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And i saw a sea of people wrapped in safety protecting themselves from the truth. All were marching in six foot unison to the beats of illusion and lies. Swimming upstream naked and dirty i am shamed and ridiculed for my ignorance. Cries in all directions for my sanity to return to me reverberate from across this ocean of fear. Resisting to my very core, their pleads have no effect on me, for i am the sole author of this experience called life

Wave

Eons before the cosmic egg gave birth to the sidereal above. A thought of creation was formed. Flowing in perfect harmony, a timeless sine wave of feminine curve was imagined into the abyss of nothing.

Osculating in consensus rhythm, this thought, this idea of life, originating from which i know no name of, after countless ages returned to its source. Thought gave way to the physical as this ouroborus of creation birthed the cradle of life.

Time and space were now possible as creations womb set man kinds existence in motion. From the purple dawn of primordial man, down through the ages, this original thought of creation, this perfect feminine form walked by me today. She was worth the wait

I found myself on the shores of Hades,  how I got here, i do not remember. A fog of forgetfulness engulfed me as my feet felt the icy chill of the river Styx. Somehow I arrived at the in between, a place of void,  no pain, fear, or light, just empty dark cold. Even that did not register with me. Me? is there even a me anymore? From across the dense nothingness a distant light appeared, slicing through the soup of forgetting,  I heard the wooden hull groan against the current, the oars gliding across the waters. Charon is coming for me. The journey though the underworld is calling my name, time for my judgement, have I earned? Do I deserve? Then I saw him, the ferryman, a hooded figure darker then the void it came from, holding a staff and lantern, floating closer,  coming  to take me to the land of departed. But alas, it seems my hour of demise was without coin. Returning me to pain was my punishment.

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I found myself on the shores of Hades,  how I got here, i do not remember. A fog of forgetfulness engulfed me as my feet felt the icy chill of the river Styx. Somehow I arrived at the in between, a place of void,  no pain, fear, or light, just empty dark cold. Even that did not register with me. Me? is there even a me anymore? From across the dense nothingness a distant light appeared, slicing through the soup of forgetting,  I heard the wooden hull groan against the current, the oars gliding across the waters. Charon is coming for me. The journey though the underworld is calling my name, time for my judgement, have I earned? Do I deserve? Then I saw him, the ferryman, a hooded figure darker then the void it came from, holding a staff and lantern, floating closer,  coming  to take me to the land of departed. But alas, it seems my hour of demise was without coin. Returning me to pain was my punishment.