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One of the words I’ve been keeping close to the inside of my forehead, almost between both eyes in fact, but like just above that between mark, so that when I blink I can feel the word there…is the word harmony.
It’s a word that I keep in my mind, in that spot aforementioned, not only for what harmony is all about and means and could mean and feels like and gives to me to keep in a spot that binds me to it, but for the fact that keeping one word in mind manages to make a supreme difference to how I think in everything I do and say.
Harmony is something that is. Like if I don’t think about harmony, or am not aware of harmony, it still is. Harmony was, too. I mean harmony was always there in my life, and still is. Yet I never used to hold it in my mind, or even play with its meaning or value, in my mind. So it was like it wasn’t even there, I could say. But I don’t say that, cause it was, simply cause n
Years~And as the Queen came riding up, a one eyed boy made his way over.
Y e a r s ~
And as the Queen came riding up, her humble servant bowed before her.
Babylonian Medley #4: Land of Ten Thousand FacesYou are a Man Aside. A man aside from the mobs. A man aside from the concerns of the petty. A man aside from disorder, aside from destruction.
They call you the secret police. You know better, enough to understand how they can be right when they are so wrong.
You police the secrets. The dark corners, where fiends and malevolent stalk. There are demons in the world, you know, but there are men who would put them to shame. You are a man aside from such men.
You are a man aside from men, a man aside from yourself. For there is no Self among the Men Aside.
And when you don the mask of they that you will be, you put away your fears and jealousies to become something else.
They see a man in black and red. They see a man with a gun, with knives, with the claws and codes and authority to condemn them to darkness forever. They see your mask, and think you a faceless enforcer of the authority that dare not speak its name.
They see you, and they do not understand that you are a Man Aside from all
Babylonian Medley #3: Absolutely PositiveYou made the lentil soup yourself. No-one can make it the way that you do. A dash of this and that. Humble ingredients that are spun together to make a meal fit for a noble. At least, you think so. Many nobles have disagreed with you on the matter.
Perhaps that is why they needed to die.
It isn't that you killed them for lacking in good culinary taste or simply disagreeing with you. But they couldn't appreciate the simple things. They couldn't see the refinement of humility or the grandeur therein. This had many different consequences. One of them was that they were unable to appreciate the best things in life. Another was that you have been been killing them whenever you could get away with it.
That's life, isn't it? And it's also life that you won't be able to kill any more of them. And life that they'll die soon anyway.
It's done. Babylon the great has fallen. Your dreams of empire crushed to dust.
And here you are, all alone, eating lentil soup.
There are books all around you. Surr
Babylonian Medley #1: Sixteen HoursBabylonian Medley: Sixteen Hours
He began his watch before the sun did. The heat of the day had yet to come, and the vanguard winds of a distant storm made the night air even colder than usual. His coat was buttoned tightly, but the cold bit his bones regardless.
More of them would be caught by the storm than would make it here safely, he knew, but for the sake of the lucky few that reached this harbor he would have to wait. Standing there in the dark, it weighed heavily upon him all the more knowing that this would be the final rescue. All available intelligence reported that any route of escape past Damocles' army had disappeared. Anyone who had failed to make it out by now had lost any chance of flight, and anyone left on the sea when the storm hit would be in worse straits than those still under siege.
He checked his watch. There was still no natural light with which to see, but his goggles compensated for that. It was an hour before dawn when the first band of ref
hope is kind of hopelessYou really wouldn’t mind if the screechers came and killed you right now. If they tore you to pieces, ripping through the delicate flesh of your throat and infected you with the only other poison you could decipher as harmful, that would be just fine. The virus, along with the bitter cold despair you’ve felt and have been feeling for as long as you could remember. All your memories of the times before the disaster have faded out of existence, and for the longest time you felt hollow, like you weren’t full. Full of hope and love and comfort like the rest of the others. The feelings of grief, remorse and sorrow have been coming ever closer, day by day, to replacing the cracks where your forgiveness used to be and filling you to the brim with nothing but terror and fright. You have to live every day like this, and to you, it’s okay. You’ve been through worse and you’d be a fatuous coward to back out now.
And to you, it’s all the same, these past f
Room at the Bottom of the UniverseThere is a room at the bottom of the universe. Ive seen it. Despite the location it’s a strangely familiar place. Just as real as this experience seems, but it takes a lot to get there. Although Im grateful, I have no intentions of returning. I’m just happy they decided to let me leave.
Standing naked in a sandstorm. It was the surreal feeling that had come over me within seconds after the light. With a breath, I fell backwards against the blankets of sand. I wasn’t moving, but I was still falling. Drifting for a moment through the oceans of time, askew to the currents. I remember distinctly thinking I was stuck here…between this world …and the next.
Around me as far as the eye can see feet without blood and the overwhelming sound of a checkout scanner in a market of bananas. Fractal patterns made of the gears of man. The cogs of which are ranges, connected at the waist. Engineered with the sole function of turning endlessly. Although just fo
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