Most people live a normal life. That's actually good.
There are some however that cross the boundaries of reality, they are "THOSE WHO DARE" (I'm one of those actually).
When one crosses the abyss of no return he loses his fear automatically.
Fear all of the sudden becomes more absurd that the shiny shoes of a hypocritical politician.
Fear who? And why? Things don't matter anymore, he has seen it all. Oh the crimson spectacle!
Oh cascading plasma! He is the man that has been there, he's bouncing back & forth on this leather throne.
At such point even the piece of furniture is proud of him.
When phobos is gone the "so-called Illumination" arrives. She delivers that silent joy. Yes, I know you all heard about Liberation....
You stand & you look around, you feel a sense of pride. You know you got it. Her black hair is in your hand.
She likes it, you grab the belt you are wearing & then you think about how your toes feel in your boots.
A man without fear is a complete man & a man who doesn't care is transcendental.
Now that I look back at my bitter existence things somehow have meaning. Some type of meaning at least...right?
All those dark-acidic clouds cannot hurt me anymore because I am not here. You see me but I'm not here.
Where am I then? I am nowhere, I am in the place that was never a place.
Indeed I am a surreal spark that cannot be verbalized. "Forever" is the title of the song I hear.
Let it flow,....oh yes! See how it is channeled through thy being. Phobos? Who the hell is that?
You are free my friend.