Starry night~

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL

"When the awe inspiring beauty of her, has reached it's final point of perversion, as to isolate a form, and simply call the form a name, which beacons ritual, and thus worship, there are but direction one can go. Some gravitate into the darkness, looking up at the stars, yet not to the stars, they see how very wide spread her breadth be. She is not valuable absent viewing, as a messiah is nothing more than a lonely selfish fascist absent a flock to tend. Some turn toward the light, and see thus magnetism, a compass, the north star, which resonates on an ever deeper scale, of illumination. Here, the macro and micro chasm of the scale, reveals it's architecture, a tether to you, on passed an through and within, there are no lines of separation, nothing to devour and diminish.

 You have thus become illuminated, no organization can pass law nor commandment as to what "the moment"is. Thus those posing as illuminated, have perverted themselves, in fear, in shadows beyond darkness, they hide from the one who surpassed them, in shear physical truth, as to the very limitless depth, a which they share the moment with the all. This one, be called King of his own Universe.

 This used to be a passage, of Man. Now, called people, a franchisable unit, a machine born onto a number, and not a name (a bar code if you will). Now in full revelation, stand with me, take a stand.

There is some place there between the light and dark, where wild porpoise play, where anglers glisten in the fresh moon lit soil, where bats be filled with light and life, only to inspire fear to those who have not learned to hone their radar.

And so you must give yourself a name, and it should represent that transcended state. You are child of both light and dark, cast about a world of shear magnetism? No, you occupy a specific place, just as the seemingly largest and smallest replications of you, found in the pure and perfect sequence of order, all connected everything intertwined

So rip me again from the arm of what be rightfully mine, you live within me, as the light beacons to me, an interplay. Kill, then smile, as you do, follow only that state of lesser beings. You are the reason we do not transcend, from poppers to rightful Kings. And of these Kings? Their eyes stare back at you, unafraid, but yet inspired, they are one with the night. They have babies, fight for what is rightfully theirs, survive in the wood you murders fear, in the name of your own deeds, returned. Those are the evolved, those who have chosen a course, that works to aid it's scale. Some have wings, some have tails, developed, and specific, quite beautiful, unlike you. Once they were bulky, undefined, like you. Yet, in the very name of reduction, those became not one, but two, for theirs is always a projection, that reflection back onto you.

Stellar Mass~
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