Alchemy of the Divine
(First Requiem to God)
“Afterwards, he raised the stone through the void and foolishly believed to understand its powers...
He was wrong beyond emends, freeing the ever hiding possibility to choose – freedom – towards humankind and its weaken conscience...
This was the third mistake of God...: King of Arrogants and Fools.
The first – I can remember – was the creation of Time...: the sick virus of natural equilibrium that never ceases – the formula to create formulas – the first and only language to limit all others...
...And the second, the creation of Life – the selfishness that eats itself towards infinity, falling through pain and pleasure as if it was balance and not fact.
(...)
What fallowed was not far from what we see today among others and ourselves: metaphysical stairways climbed everyday, with no reference or purpose, but their crossing in perspective we profoundly named society...
To permit communication, he then created Love: the fear of others... a dependence we wish to repel before it is over, a parasite of misdemeanor attracting us madly to a blinking white light...
...And then – alas – after all the effort, there it was...: the modern man – a simple dot proudly standing alone as a lie in a chaotic universe of pain... a cocoon with no seed... with no reason to be alive...
...and so hard to kill...”
He was wrong beyond emends, freeing the ever hiding possibility to choose – freedom – towards humankind and its weaken conscience...
This was the third mistake of God...: King of Arrogants and Fools.
The first – I can remember – was the creation of Time...: the sick virus of natural equilibrium that never ceases – the formula to create formulas – the first and only language to limit all others...
...And the second, the creation of Life – the selfishness that eats itself towards infinity, falling through pain and pleasure as if it was balance and not fact.
(...)
What fallowed was not far from what we see today among others and ourselves: metaphysical stairways climbed everyday, with no reference or purpose, but their crossing in perspective we profoundly named society...
To permit communication, he then created Love: the fear of others... a dependence we wish to repel before it is over, a parasite of misdemeanor attracting us madly to a blinking white light...
...And then – alas – after all the effort, there it was...: the modern man – a simple dot proudly standing alone as a lie in a chaotic universe of pain... a cocoon with no seed... with no reason to be alive...
...and so hard to kill...”
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