Time, reality, and other Travels;
25 years later… or maybe just a fraction of it. They returned to see what had happened to their energies. It was a long a dark night that felt like an endless trip, where weaknesses flourished and strengths grew, where one darkness was bestowed upon light and merged to form a symbiosis of balance. One moment spoken the other heard, They knelt in front of an all mighty power from within, and searched endlessly for its source. The one to reach first would help the others, or so They thought.
Searching for an inner self requires the self first, a unique maze of inter-tangling experiences and feelings, letting go of neither nor, embracing and accepting both poles. Looking inwards by one’s self is a dangerous path to undertake, yet an essential one. Duality exists, but so does triality. Dimensional exploration shows that flat becomes solid once higher levels are observed.
Imagine waking up with none of one’s senses. The definition of existence is a mixture of all those. Now imagine being born senseless… Would They be able to define what existence is? And if not, would They even exist?
A journey into the darkest forms and brightest sparks, existing together, and an acceptance of both. How would They know light if they hadn’t experienced the dark?
They sat in silence, each reacting to their path’s constraints, each learning and advancing at their own pace. They sat in silence. It was deafening. The hidden became accessible to conscious thought, and the conscious disappeared. Did They still exist?
There was a knock on the door, she answered and was struck. It wasn’t hers to see. It wasn’t hers. She lay motionless there until another door knocked, and she rushed to answer again. Trial and Error, she says. The creature stood largely in her presence, and requested life. An action, another, a thought, many more. She gazed upon his five planetary pillars, proud and lost. Is he a creation of her own desires, or a mere explanation of inner labyrinths untangled.
The hand became fluid. The hand merged into this body. The hand was no longer visible. The hand and this body formed a bond of senseless sensuality straining to maintain form and shape and movement. Time stopped and accelerated all the same, a matter of perception. The mouth did not hesitate to sing songs of this people. Un-reciprocated, the hand continued, the mouth endured, and none complained.
Past, Present and Future combine… We learn.
