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Day Made.

Here, fall in love.

Now fall even more...

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Feel.

Majesty. Do you feel it? Do you, really? You don't feel everything as much as you really ought to.

Embrace the majesty of it all: Feel.

Poem - Before.

Before your weary eyes,
Before your very eyes,
These words fails to connect;
All falls against His might.

Before your every breath,
Before your very death,
The Truth shall shine once more,
And you shall see His light.

Before you are ready to depart,
You watch as things fall apart,
You heed what old men said,
For once, all is right.

[Abruptly Improvised] Short Story - Fade Out.

It's nine o'clock in the morning, and you wish it were ten. You are sitting silently in a class full of talking people. Your mind is buzzing with crappy poetry, but you can't stop it. It goes:

"Happy people, sappy people,
Drinking their own pee;
Chasing dogs, eating frogs,
Hating to feel free."

The class ends. You pack your things, get up, and leave. You are still silent. You walk out of class, amidst the noises of many people greeting each other and laughing, having a merry time. You are neither smiling nor frowning, but expressionless. You walk, and everything seems to fade away behind you.

You reach your next class early, sit down in the front row, and wait. You are still alone, still silent. Whispers behind you on one side, loud conversations on the other. Class begins. Class ends. You walk out.

You sit down with people whom you supposedly know. Yet, you are still silent. You greet some, give them an absent-minded smile, and then sit in silence until you leave. You have absolutely nothing to talk about with these people, and so, when around them, you feel perfectly empty. No good, no evil, nothing.

Your day ends, and you leave. You return back home, only to repeat the same process once more the next day.

(Fade out again.)

Eternalism

Eternalism is, speaking broadly, a philosophy that argues that time is just another dimension, and so everything in time has happened - past, present, and future. However, since we are in just one point in time (which is our present), we can't see other points (past or future). You can read more about eternalism right here.

The following text, from the Wikipedia link above, made me think:

"Eternalism is a major theme in Kurt Vonnegut’s novel, Slaughterhouse-Five. The Tralfamadorians, an alien species in the novel, have a four-dimensional sight and can therefore see all points in time simultaneously. They explain that since all moments exist simultaneously, everyone is always alive. The hero, Billy Pilgrim, lives his life out of sequence, which, among other things, means that his point of death occurs at a random point in his life rather than at the end of it."
I'll leave you with eternalism to think about, and music: Eternal, by Above & Beyond. Although they mainly produce trance music, this final track from their 2011 album, Group Therapy, is beautiful. It reminds me of rising suns and resting souls.

P.S. Soon, I will be sharing my favorite album art with you.

"Wish away your nightmare..."

"It very much explores the ideas of transience. It starts in one place and ends somewhere completely different." ~ Thom Yorke (Radiohead's frontman) on their 2007 album, In Rainbows.

The following piece of writing is vaguely inspired by Radiohead's song, Jigsaw Falling Into Place, from their album, In Rainbows. The main inspiration comes from the following line: "Wish away your nightmare, wish away the nightmare..."

(I'm wishing away my nightmare.)

You write your hat down in the grass, as I draw mine in the mist of your existence. A cat smiles at us eerily. We get up, walk right up to the edge of the cliff; not to jump, but to look at the sea and the lands beyond. When do we depart? We forget the questions we never asked once more. I dance with the talking trees as the flowers sing us a song of bravery and composure. You sit down and look at the world anew once more. You never see it the same way twice because it never is. We smile in the mirror of our eternal silence once more as the clouds shy away from us; as Light consumes us.