Slumber.He awoke to find himself asleep.Slumber.2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
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Think about it.Whether you believe in heaven and hell, reincarnation, that you just become the earth once you're gone, or that you cross over to someplace unknown. All these beliefs can still come to an agreement –– we are not our body. This is a temporary state, and it is as fleeting as the thought of it.Think about it.2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Where does that leave us?
That leaves us contemplating existence in this transient state. Coming to a thousand and one conclusions about something as unknown to us as birth while it's happening to us.
We were all born correct? Now we're all alive for the moment, and we know the inevitable - our bodies will stop while we, may also stop, or we may continue without it.
This is as mind-blowing as it gets, and this is our lives.
Right now, whatever your now may be (which is all equally relevant and true) is it.
Why fight with our own.
Why discriminate against our own.
Why judge our own, when we're all part of the infinite all.
Why bother with the superficial? Unless we believe ourselves to b
PrejudiceSmiling, the monster presented a daffodil.Prejudice2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then is now, and after is before.It's all happening right now, even what we believe to be the past… everything is in it's perspective "now" moment. We are living in a time where our present is defined by our surroundings, our era, ourselves…but this is merely our perception, and perception dear friends, can change. We are all telepathically communicating with one another, from the first ever instant, to the last ever instant…everything in between is us living, and like a domino effect, or a ripple…everything is a reaction, a branch of a centre, of the infinite all.Then is now, and after is before.2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
We move through time, time does not pass, or stop, or go…'time' is just an appropriate name, given to a non-linear collection of every possibility.–– We move through it using our decisions as a vehicle, and we leave our footprint's in the sand, for as long as sand is sand.
Yesterday can't be our today, but yesterday still exists, it's still happening, and it's your today somewhere–– just not for the
The LibraryThe library was a massive place, stories of towering shelves filled with books, scrolls, artifacts. It was a book-lover's fantasy. Even demonkind revered this place and feared it and my knowledge of it; I breathed the souls of a million authors, felt the pulse of pages and concepts in my fiery veins, and my eyes were black with the ink of the long-gone, half-realized scribblings of thousands of minds.The Library2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So it was that when he came to my most precious sanctuary of ideas that the library whispered to me, and I took wing to oversee his entrance. The void spat him out into the arch that served as the entryway to my domain, rippling its irritation through the shifting pages around us. I perched atop the beams that arched several hundred feet ahead, a gargoyle amid the rafters, while he ventured forward, followed by the flitting horrors that lurk in the darkness of every library and convened in mine. This was my master's master, he who most crudely kept the chains of a thousand succubi for his