Sitaram
02-17-2005, 03:50 AM
(visit URL to see spinning coffin in outer space)
http://toosmallforsupernova.org/rotate.htm
An aura of numinous wonder envelops us as we, for the first time, see so many seemingly disparate and unrelated elements, through which we have foraged for so long, suddenly come together as a constellation of mythic grandure. And, because we have suffered and labored and yearned through such an epoch with the dim hope to glimpse and know, this most subjective and intimate gestalt has become truly ours and no one else's; truly us.
Seek and seek and seek and therein shall ye find, in so gradual an illation, your death, your life, your rebirth, your eternal voice with which you shall everafter speak to all future generations of angels and of men, strolling the perimeters of limbo, in neither heaven nor hell, neither being nor non-being nor becoming. For you are now flesh become words.
A coffin, a rosetta stone, far flung into deep space, a memorial in search of some new beacon of conscious awareness, remote from a dying star, where once again there might be remembrance.
http://toosmallforsupernova.org/rotate.htm
An aura of numinous wonder envelops us as we, for the first time, see so many seemingly disparate and unrelated elements, through which we have foraged for so long, suddenly come together as a constellation of mythic grandure. And, because we have suffered and labored and yearned through such an epoch with the dim hope to glimpse and know, this most subjective and intimate gestalt has become truly ours and no one else's; truly us.
Seek and seek and seek and therein shall ye find, in so gradual an illation, your death, your life, your rebirth, your eternal voice with which you shall everafter speak to all future generations of angels and of men, strolling the perimeters of limbo, in neither heaven nor hell, neither being nor non-being nor becoming. For you are now flesh become words.
A coffin, a rosetta stone, far flung into deep space, a memorial in search of some new beacon of conscious awareness, remote from a dying star, where once again there might be remembrance.