Religions in Atlanta
Apr. 12th, 2003 03:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7Lush - [Light From A Dead Star]--- you'd think that something like the Apocalypse would be better co-ordinated. Every tradition has something different, in effect, and time, and place... (Ben Folds Five - [Battle of Who Could Care Less]). HAH! Funny WinAmp. Anyway... i think that every "Apocalyptic Event" is really just a change of Scenery, for the followers of that religion. The faithful are Enlightened, and Strengthened, while the unfaithful are left to the "Hell" and "Destruction" that is stagnant life.
The Beasts, and Anti-Christs are the leaders that these unlucky Fucks have to deal with. Metaphors. It's all Metaphors. But not. If we worry/fear/think about it, litterally, for long enough, it'll simply Cease to be a Metaphor... (Art Of Noise - [Moments In Love]). And, one day, We'll look up, and the Sun will have a sprig of mistle toe, through it's heart, while being eaten by a giant wolf. Angels will reign down't from the sky, scattering Peyotte, and the great Earth Mother will swollow us all, whole, so that she may cleanse herself. There wil be a giant war, with angels, and flaming swords, and a Dragon, and a City that is a Woman. Odin will ride into battle, and die, and Loki will finally not have to deal with that whole "Guts of his Son" thing. There will be a simple Entropic Revolution, and all things will, again, be Chaos, and god will carry his, her, and its children into ever-lasting light, and eternal darkness... Pit, pendulum, Red Death, and Pale Riders... Mountains will Open, and Seraphim will scream...
And then we'll all wake up, shaken, torn, tired... We'll feel as if we want to vomit, more than we ever have... like we've all just been killed, individually, with the force of the death of the universe... And we'll go to work, and we'll go to school, and we'll stay in our homes. And we'll never talk about it. And we'll forget it. And we'll start it all over again. Some way. Or another. Until we remember. And we simply say "Fuck This." And we turn out the lights, put the chairs up on the tables, lock the door, behind us, and burn the place down. Because, every beginning must have an end. Every project, started of self-volitional needs, must eventually, remember why it did this, see that it's done, and End.
Cause, otherwise, what's the point? It's like perpetual motion... Why? Shit... we gotta end it sometime... Otherwise all that work's got no meaning... Without anything to Fear, we have nothing to Hope for... See House of Leaves...
I think i've taken up enough of the universe's time, here...
Dream Well
{Addendum: 3.48: Guster - [Airport Song]--- Something tried to tell me Not to write what i wrote, in the second paragraph... Odd...}
The Beasts, and Anti-Christs are the leaders that these unlucky Fucks have to deal with. Metaphors. It's all Metaphors. But not. If we worry/fear/think about it, litterally, for long enough, it'll simply Cease to be a Metaphor... (Art Of Noise - [Moments In Love]). And, one day, We'll look up, and the Sun will have a sprig of mistle toe, through it's heart, while being eaten by a giant wolf. Angels will reign down't from the sky, scattering Peyotte, and the great Earth Mother will swollow us all, whole, so that she may cleanse herself. There wil be a giant war, with angels, and flaming swords, and a Dragon, and a City that is a Woman. Odin will ride into battle, and die, and Loki will finally not have to deal with that whole "Guts of his Son" thing. There will be a simple Entropic Revolution, and all things will, again, be Chaos, and god will carry his, her, and its children into ever-lasting light, and eternal darkness... Pit, pendulum, Red Death, and Pale Riders... Mountains will Open, and Seraphim will scream...
And then we'll all wake up, shaken, torn, tired... We'll feel as if we want to vomit, more than we ever have... like we've all just been killed, individually, with the force of the death of the universe... And we'll go to work, and we'll go to school, and we'll stay in our homes. And we'll never talk about it. And we'll forget it. And we'll start it all over again. Some way. Or another. Until we remember. And we simply say "Fuck This." And we turn out the lights, put the chairs up on the tables, lock the door, behind us, and burn the place down. Because, every beginning must have an end. Every project, started of self-volitional needs, must eventually, remember why it did this, see that it's done, and End.
Cause, otherwise, what's the point? It's like perpetual motion... Why? Shit... we gotta end it sometime... Otherwise all that work's got no meaning... Without anything to Fear, we have nothing to Hope for... See House of Leaves...
I think i've taken up enough of the universe's time, here...
Dream Well
{Addendum: 3.48: Guster - [Airport Song]--- Something tried to tell me Not to write what i wrote, in the second paragraph... Odd...}
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Date: 2003-04-12 05:21 am (UTC)Dreams and Stories.
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Date: 2003-04-12 09:01 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2003-04-12 10:20 am (UTC)no subject
Minor addendum
Date: 2003-04-12 10:29 am (UTC)Somewhere, a sleeping child will turn over in an oversized bed, reach across the yawning chasm to the bedside table, and hit the alarm clock.
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Date: 2003-04-12 10:54 am (UTC)Re: Minor addendum
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Date: 2003-04-12 04:58 pm (UTC)Your entry reminded me of the Hindu perception of time and the universe...
instead of merely a beginning middle and end...
they have beginnings within endings, and endings within beginnings
smaller cycles within greater cycles within greater cycles
and for some reason i'm getting deja vu while writing this.....
-sister anonymous
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