stormzsystem
04-14-2008, 05:50 PM
Dreams are at once recipient and contributor to our selves – moulded from the desires and insecurities that scutter within, and presented in the form of visions, casting deep impact – be it through the whispers of Conscience or the bellows of Gods.
They sway the iron hearts of the loveless and shatter the nerves that the brave keep proudly shackled; reveal truer sentiments in gardens deeper than our consciousness would warrant us wander.
When the moon dips and the tired man pulls a blanket over his body, a portal widens its mouth, bridging the spheres of God and Man. His mind liberates his soul, which tears through the firmament in a glorious rage, and penetrates the whorish empire of Heaven that offers itself to the nightly whims of many men. Human beings, through lucid dreams, can attain omnipotence.
Shame is alien to dreams, and to the dreamer, the landscape is a wild Serengeti of animal instinct. Seated now in the Pantheon, the demigod is ecstatic, indulging his perverse lusts of gathering riches, of inflicting pain, and of disgracing women. There are pyramids to be erected before dawn.
The experience, though, is illusory and finite, and thus, always bittersweet. Within that realm, he has among the forces at his great hand, the power to remove himself from it but not the power to remain within it. As with Rome, his great rise is coupled with a great demise. As with Ikarus, he dares for more than what is allotted to him, and his ambition, like wax, gives way under the weighty pull of the Gravity Realm. And the return to the waking state is cruel bereavement – the loss of his beloved Holy Self.
The waking state that is plagued by looming Oblivion, marked by an understated but unequivocal dread; a dream without even the lingering memory of familiarity, dependability, of ever having existed outside of it. The relief is found only in that limp edifice Religion, where the master, asleep, becomes the slave, awake.
And though he cannot shy away from that dreadful and ultimate frontier that each man must face once and for all, he can choose to remove himself at any time.
-Indrayudh Shome
April 8 2008
They sway the iron hearts of the loveless and shatter the nerves that the brave keep proudly shackled; reveal truer sentiments in gardens deeper than our consciousness would warrant us wander.
When the moon dips and the tired man pulls a blanket over his body, a portal widens its mouth, bridging the spheres of God and Man. His mind liberates his soul, which tears through the firmament in a glorious rage, and penetrates the whorish empire of Heaven that offers itself to the nightly whims of many men. Human beings, through lucid dreams, can attain omnipotence.
Shame is alien to dreams, and to the dreamer, the landscape is a wild Serengeti of animal instinct. Seated now in the Pantheon, the demigod is ecstatic, indulging his perverse lusts of gathering riches, of inflicting pain, and of disgracing women. There are pyramids to be erected before dawn.
The experience, though, is illusory and finite, and thus, always bittersweet. Within that realm, he has among the forces at his great hand, the power to remove himself from it but not the power to remain within it. As with Rome, his great rise is coupled with a great demise. As with Ikarus, he dares for more than what is allotted to him, and his ambition, like wax, gives way under the weighty pull of the Gravity Realm. And the return to the waking state is cruel bereavement – the loss of his beloved Holy Self.
The waking state that is plagued by looming Oblivion, marked by an understated but unequivocal dread; a dream without even the lingering memory of familiarity, dependability, of ever having existed outside of it. The relief is found only in that limp edifice Religion, where the master, asleep, becomes the slave, awake.
And though he cannot shy away from that dreadful and ultimate frontier that each man must face once and for all, he can choose to remove himself at any time.
-Indrayudh Shome
April 8 2008