osiris
03-17-2006, 10:17 PM
I
Neither Man nor Beast; Neither Lady nor Harlot.
Neither Angel nor Demon; Neither God nor Devil.
I am I, therefore Nothing at All.
Neither Dead nor Alive; Neither Going nor Static.
Neither Me nor You; Neither This nor That.
I am I, therefore Nothing at All.
The Ascent to Heaven is the prelude to the Fall.
Hear those whispered words when Eternity doth call:
I am I, therefore Nothing at All.
II
The Martyrdom of Bellephoron
Something dies inside the man who doesn't seek; in its final mortal throes, it struggles to breathe these words: "I never wanted to live, anyway."
I couldn't feel myself running from the beating.
I couldn't hear myself screaming and pleading.
I couldn't tell myself another lie,
So I resigned myself to die.
I was ever the willing victim and now I sing songs of lament about nothing.
III
(Incredulous)
IMAGINATION?!
Of course it is but a figment of imagination! To what other purpose would the imagination be turned but to conjure in a form symbolic and intelligable the Will of the Divine? No less imagined is your awareness of the chair in which you sit; no less imagined, the eyes with which you read these words. Yet many times having scoffed at the lunatic, it should suffice me to say: this can all be very misleading. http://www.hipforums.com/forums/images/smilies/smile.gif
Neither Man nor Beast; Neither Lady nor Harlot.
Neither Angel nor Demon; Neither God nor Devil.
I am I, therefore Nothing at All.
Neither Dead nor Alive; Neither Going nor Static.
Neither Me nor You; Neither This nor That.
I am I, therefore Nothing at All.
The Ascent to Heaven is the prelude to the Fall.
Hear those whispered words when Eternity doth call:
I am I, therefore Nothing at All.
II
The Martyrdom of Bellephoron
Something dies inside the man who doesn't seek; in its final mortal throes, it struggles to breathe these words: "I never wanted to live, anyway."
I couldn't feel myself running from the beating.
I couldn't hear myself screaming and pleading.
I couldn't tell myself another lie,
So I resigned myself to die.
I was ever the willing victim and now I sing songs of lament about nothing.
III
(Incredulous)
IMAGINATION?!
Of course it is but a figment of imagination! To what other purpose would the imagination be turned but to conjure in a form symbolic and intelligable the Will of the Divine? No less imagined is your awareness of the chair in which you sit; no less imagined, the eyes with which you read these words. Yet many times having scoffed at the lunatic, it should suffice me to say: this can all be very misleading. http://www.hipforums.com/forums/images/smilies/smile.gif