Thursday, 12 November 2020

Unpublished Warning to Myself and Others From 2020

From the purifying flames all matter passes through
To the silent contemplation of a cold, remote and contemplative city of an ordered plane.

When one chooses to think, the thought must travel from where and whence could only be assumed by the attractor of a certain type, to type.

 The gradients available in the outer reaches of suffering could be called, ready to carry out any command programmed into them.

What hell can be described by people to create such feelings and capabilties, limited only by their thought, picked up by others and oft misinterpreted - once again it seems the road is lined with good intent.

Lament O Man, for thou art been led by your downfall to the appointed place at the appointed time. Your outgoing shall reverberate around the universe in ways that you cannot possibly foresee.

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