Fear of the Unknown...

[Bizarre Monkey]

Best read while listening to this.

I love existential creep.
It makes it difficult to rest at night...
even though I've never had anything one may call a nightmare;
the day is always the darkest upon the dawn of the existentially curious
Dark secrets lie in sight, but beyond perception or comprehension.
Hidden in the paws and flesh of those who lie.
Dare we let these answers spill to ruin the joys of the unknown?
Do we continue to invoke the mysterious nature for those whom 'twas intended
A paradox it is, that they say what we don't understand is what we fear, yet I've found the more I discover...
The more I've become... afraid.
Where each question is answered, only more are in askance.
To know everything, to know no fear? Is that what we want? Hah. How dull.
This is not a poem, only a passage. To a Universe, we are nothing.
At best, a memory to never be remembered, an icon of what not to do.
We have all failed, we have lost our hope to ascend to the Worlds beyond.
To some a tragedy, to me, I see it as the way it should be...
So many wrongs, such arrogant dissonance from what is natural.
I would be ashamed to show others us, I would feel foul corrupting more than one planet,
with our toxin.

We are Human, we are horrible, we have survived the tests of time, and will continue to.

To see us how I do is not as monsters, but as simply competent lifeforms, we did what we needed to do survive, always have, always will.

But I feel, would feel-- uneasy, if we spread further than our planet has clearly set out to allow.

That thankfully, won't happen.

W E _ A R E _ A L L _ T R A P P E D _ H E R E ,

W E _ W I L L _ D I E _ H E R E . . .

W E _ A R E _ T O O _ F A R _ G O N E .

N O T H I N G _ W I L L _ S A V E _ U S .

 

[Companion Wulf]

That's deep, with deeper underlying connotations. And the music compounds it. Interestingly, I read it first mentally and it didn't do too much, then re-read it aloud (with a kind of leggiero tenor voice and a precise English accent); that sealed it.

 

[Bizarre Monkey]

Existential Rant #2: The Divide of Reality and Fiction.
I have been thinking, ever so much, lately, and not so lately, about the properties of a fourth wall. Do not worry, I am not predestined to acquire the Universe's Fourth wall until another 3 years from now.

What is a fourth wall? Do we really know, beyond the soggy gimmick the media provides?

I don't think so. And if it, as I half-expect, does exist somewhere in the cosmos-- then it's a weapon no man should wield, and a toy no child should be trusted with.

The fourth wall on principle, is dimensional artefact that when broken, provides glimpses into another dimension. At least, that's a very scientific way of looking at it, the concept is often underused, and vastly underestimated in it's power.

The power to break the fourth wall, is to in small part, shatter the boundaries from one reality to another - - if this is how it actually is, can anything be seen as fiction?

One who can bridge the divide between reality and fiction can in turn command the universe.

I've also been thinking about, if fiction is actually, a reality elsewhere, do we create anything? Or are our minds tapping into the realities beyond our sight? They seem ridiculous, and therefore, fictitious to us -- but, consider for a moment, how ridiculous we may seem, to them.

The dreams we have, those we imagine are simply tales created by our mind, is it not possible, that in sleep, where our focus on our own reality is lighter, we can slip into the nebulous dimensions beyond. Could dreams be extra-dimensional tours?

Think about it . . .

As far as I know, there is no scientific evidence to dissolve this theory. The Fourth Wall, then . . . I theorize is a conceptual entity that exists only in limbo, invisible, but nonetheless there to get broken. If one could find a way to manipulate such an item.

Reality is our oyster, and our best nightmare.

This has been a theory of mine for a while. I hope others may find it as interesting as I do.