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There are infinite dimensions; we say we are in
the third dimension. But we are not; we can only say we live in a dimension. This is the truth. What we
do is we count what we can perceive, which is less far away than everything beyond,
less far into the future than we can see, thus division goes backward. We count
from the smallest dimension we can perceive, the point, and count up from it.
The smallest dimension is the future; we can count infinite futures just like
we can count infinite points. Therefore dimension zero is where we start from.
From there we get a line, plane, solid, and finally change. We count up to our
dimension; to change.
However, this
is not an objective perspective, it is relative. Everything is relative. Thus
when we count to the smallest we can see, we can’t see everything thus we see a
limited number of dimensions. But when we look closer we can always look
infinitely closer, thus infinite divisibility of matter. Do you understand!? So
when we count backward to what we remember in the past we know more, thus we
count larger. Yet even if we can go as far back as we can remember we cannot
access what is older than ourselves except from evidence of the past; remains.
Yes this is truly what our universe is made of.
We are made of geometric points that are made of
time and matter. Each point contains ifinite potential, yet we (...)
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As Satan’s breath
leaves my mouth
A grin short lived
And then my heart
plummets south
I never lived
What am I?
Who am I?
What is this?
I can only scream
As I question my
reality
Or is this in fact a
dream
Did I ever possess
vitality?
Am I all that has ever
existed?
In such a trivial world
Wait my thoughts are
twisted
I remember this
happening a second ago....
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The place where the world disappears,
The place even death fears
As you step in the triangle of terror,
The sky melts as life claims it bearer
The grass grows down, the sun shines brown,
Smoke burns fire, as you wish you could see
higher
The water is dry, the sand is wet
The boat flies like a jet
And as the birds breathe empty skies
The wind blows with silent cries
You sit and wonder where you are
But the truth in reality is not very far
Stones skipped over stones
Bones broken on bones
The darkness of the light
It blinds your hands, its far too bright
Lost we all are
If only we saw a star
in the
corner i sit
the room dimly lit
i sit and stall
counting the bricks on the wall
wondering how it was all made
wondering if it is just an illusion waiting to
fade
but i m wasting time
sitting and searching for the next best rhyme
i have many things to do
maybe a chore or two
but i do not wish to do anything
all i want to do is sit and sing
sing of the creation of the earth
discover what life is really worth
every morning and night
i sit in the corner snuggled and tight
and i always wonder
are we all the same, one another?
or are we a small part, in a big plan of divinity
and will we live for infinity
or is it all a scam
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5:53
Rainy
outside, chilly, I can see the streetlights reflected off the soaking asphalt,
it should be snowing. I get fed up with the radio, so much interference with
the thunder and such. It should be snowing, it’s almost as though it were just
lingering, waiting for the right moment.
I
slide in my original Black Sabbath CD,
the first track “Black Sabbath” begins to play; I lean back as I gaze into
endless traffic. I loose myself to the music, thinking True words to live by,
to die for.
A
faint ring begins to pulse through the air; I am startled as I soon enough
sense a terrible vibration on my leg. I soon realize it is my cell, and I
answer. “Hello?” I then wait for a reply… “Michael, its Gabe, where are you
man, this class is starting… are you even showing up, or ya just going to take
suspension like a man?” I sighed, remembering the after school one day course I
have to take due to “poor behaviour” what a joke. Recently the school board
decided that they could correct
students by forcing them to learn about how to behave, and on the flipside
dishing out suspensions as cheaply as a toy assembly line to any who refuse.
“Funny
I’m stuck in mad traffic here, and I doubt I will be able to make it on (...)
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