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Evidence of meaning or lack thereof My quick edit #30

Creator/Narrator: Does the evidence of meaning or lack thereof is a guarantee of a life lived?

Protagonist: Honestly? No. The only guarantee we have is of our finality. We can make choices sure: Good ones , bad ones, neutral ones, we can abstain from choices and then think on the what ifs. The what ifs is the most elaborate trap of civilization. We don’t need society to trap us we do so ourselves. Willingly treading on the path of our damnation.

Creator/Narrator: Exactly. Deterministic concepts and absurd philosophers like Camus or Kafka spoke of dystopia and utopia but all philosophers live the way they wanna die. And what’s bad is not the concept of utopia or dystopia because both are figments of imagination. What is bad is the lack of living a life good enough.

Creator/Narrator:The mediocre life and the mundane reality helped us build our safe zones, our bubble worlds, our expertise disconnected from the expertise of another. We search for experts making ourselves irrelevant. I don’t speak of people being all knowers or discredit the expertise of experts.

Creator/Narrator:I just think and believe that people can try seeing the answers that lie within no matter if aided or not. An expert is no god and we ourselves aren’t gods though some would argue we have something divine. Godlike or not we live in a somewhat or completely self destructive way. Not all of us but still.

Creator/Narrator:Who’s to help us rise when we doom ourselves?

When all external aid is ignored in the altar of self destruction?

Protagonist:Absurd or not, the meaning or lack thereof will never be enough for us to experience what we want. Our light and shadow selves will be hidden views of a normal person that never rose above the circumstance. What life would that be?

And so they talked

This discussion was one amongst their most dynamic ones. Not because the others lacked, but the relationship they had was the catalyst of cosmic importance!

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Fleeting moment of happiness or fleeting life lived? My quick edit #31

Creator/Narrator:Time heals.
Time destroys.
Time just is.

Creator/Narrator:In the crossroads of multiverse
We let the cosmic coin flip,
Living, preparing to experience
Parallel realities self destructive to us
Like the rust on scrap metal.
Yet our core is softer than a hedgehog’s.

Creator/Narrator:Silent creation,
Silent destruction,
Silent cyclical pattern where our birth is before and after each rebirth.

Creator/Narrator:We think we have time,
Till we don’t.
We actually don’t.
Tomorrow is here as today becomes yesterday a heartbeat at a time.
Watches and clocks of each type,
show us the passing of time.
But they certainly won’t be enough.

Creator/Narrator:What would be enough to set us free?
What would be enough, so we won’t have to follow an endless spiral of life unlived and everlasting silence?
It takes two to tango.
And as civilisations come and go -as another common thing tied to existence -we only get this fleeting moment to make it count.
Else this fleeting moment will be a happy one to accompany us in rainy days yet without any additional yet much needed hearth.

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Waiting hall- Crossroads navigation My quick edit #32

Creator/Narrator:Here we are once again.
In this waiting hall full of folding director chairs and things left said or unsaid.
Make your choice.
Live with what comes next.
There are the doors for rooms of a different distinctive reality.

Creator/Narrator:Blue neon light above us.
The star weaved velvet of night ready to cloak us and our dreams.
Here could be hell.
Here could be paradise.
Here is just a deep sense of unspoken purgatory.

Creator/Narrator:The road is full of everything you ever would have wanted just catch my hand in the end.
We will be happy in the end of it. We both know that. Don’t we?

Creator/Narrator:The lack of choice is a choice in itself
Yet both are no easy answers.
In our life we choose our difficult and what matters more.

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Rain of diamonds and the occasional collision with space debris while gazing upon asteroid 16 Psyche after the event of collision… Definite recommendation, 4 Stars Review!My quick edit #33

Time passed once again. And the stillness could be felt echoing in the grand hall. The mind palace was already being created and their place:a place that felt like home, was void of everything that made it so, because Protagonist and Narrator were missing.

They went missing without giving any signs and there was also an accident occurring in the universe that all the news were talking about. An accident resulting in minor injuries and two people missing:The Narrator and The Protagonist and Hobbes has been calling and checking quite alarmed on a daily basis.

Even Leviathan the channel catfish was not eating well. Hobbs having been a part of their inner circle and the discussions as well as the work didn’t feel the same.

So upon one of their visits they witnessed both of them about to enter their home.

Hobbs: So there you are! I’ve been worried sick about you! You didn’t give me a sign so me and all the other people that care about you missed you and were worried sick! The accident was uneventful but an alarming number of passengers went missing. Thankfully the news says more and more people are found and these people suffer psychologically but at least they survived… Did you come here alone or did you meet someone on the road?

Creator/Narrator: Well we found some people along the way and thankfully we made it out alive. The route was quite scenic if I may add.

*Protagonist opens the door and all three come inside and sit at the living room.

Creator/Narrator:It was quite the experience if you have a twisted version of romanticism in mind. It all happened after our take off. We have been hit by some piece of space debris and by a domino collision and were this close to witness first hand the glory, beauty and finality of the diamond rain on neptune. One of our engines was lost and all seemed like the final lines of a tale’s ending we could almost utter:THE END .

Creator/Narrator:And then after the ship opened like an unwrapped unboxed-with a quick destructive method of unboxing If I may be brutally honest- New year’s Eve present and people fell into the void created the pilot found the will and strength to navigate the ship and we entered a mechanic shop for restoration. It seemed to me that the ship by now due to the space debris was something slightly more than spare parts.

Protagonist:So the restoration took some time and thankfully the people that flew actually were saved by one of our lifeboats before the pilot even made it to the mechanic.The cost was covered by the spacecraft’s insurance company So I guess their story was different from ours. The whole crew and passengers were injured but we were lucky I guess.

Creator/Narrator:It was nearly about to rain diamonds and the occasional collision with space debris as well as the spectacle of us gazing upon asteroid 16 named Psyche created a magnificent experience! 4/5 would definitely recommend the view and experience but maybe adding a bit more safety next time would be better? I am keeping the 1/5 extra for safety reasons.But now look at us! We are famous!

All three laughed out loud knowing that this is among the worst possible ways to gain fame but simultaneously a cool story for gatherings ! Also if we can’t laugh in the face of tragedy then when is the proper time? The Murphy Law and Yhprum Law after all are more than the same word in reverse.

Silence fell again on the room. All four of them as Leviathan was also in the room were stuck in their microcosmos looking at furniture or the horizon with an absent gaze. Hobbs was the one breaking the silence because it seemed too heavy after waiting for so long.

Hobbs: So what now?

Creator/Narrator & Protagonist:Now we use our plot driven super powers to keep creating after another tragedy was lived and yet we still remain with the living!

Hobbs: Sounds like a beautiful idea! Let me know if you need anything!

And then all of them began anew the work at hand helping each other to keep creating. The coming days and weeks would be as productive as ever!

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Todo list or the way towards a better tomorrow. My quick Edit#34

And work they did.
All the tragedy that could have broken them pushed them forward to a new creative challenge: Make up for lost time while making sure the cosmic tapestry remains not only intact but unapologetically beautiful.After all this experience was a big wake up call.

Life is little so if it remains unlived the injustice isn’t just about victimhood but about all the things left unexplored.

Moments were becoming minutes. Minutes turning into hours. Hours into days. And they kept being the constant in this creative change.

The protagonist broke the silence:

Protagonist:It’s a perfect day to work. The dawn today is even brighter than yesterday. In the sea of stars that will disappear when the sun arrives you can actually see creation and the finite infinity.

A reality we can only observe and wonder about. And we have each other where our collective gaze isn’t pointed towards the cosmos only but also to each other! Three potentially well structured versions of microcosmos yet the company we established is our collective safe-zone and helps us create magnificent new memories!

Creator/Narrator: I agree though we can only wish to witness these marvels before all this becomes just another tale in the fields of cosmos full of life made from stardust, where our understanding may shape us and the world yet can be limiting to our evolution.

Creator/Narrator:So as beautiful as everything is there’s an underlying darkness to it. And as darkness stands there’s an underlying light to it. Cosmic symmetry cosmic order even or especially when the cosmos is calculated by equations from which the results seldom make any sense. The Fibonacci spiral and equations are the necessary metrics from a different perspective. Not bad or good just neutral.But what I cherish and definitely makes sense is us having each other!

Hobbs: This is true! I agree! It’s been too long since we had some time together! And the work is there and certainly beauty and the philosophy of it all but are we not the memories of us when we are gone? And memories are quite the fickle thing. The mind can play its games yet deep down it knows. Right Leviathan?

Leviathan moves its tail like dancing under water saving this memory to its Lateral Pallium(LP) hitting the glass a bit

Hobbs: See? Even Leviathan agrees! Hobbs stopped the work to feed it for a bit looking as happy as the rest. A new dawn was already here and the new day seemed appealing and quite promising!

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Step by step: My quick Edit #35

The night has some allure of a dance
As we tread revealing its mystery
Step by step
Getting to live for a change while the moon gleams upon us
Making a spectacle of the silent brutality of simply living

And we dance around
Sometimes with music
Sometimes without
Confusing out steps to marching
Confusing the poetic narration to a need of documentation

Here the sea embraces us
Even if we can’t embrace ourselves
Today is here
Let’s make a move before it becomes yesterday!

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Silent creation:My quick Edit#36

Here in the same place
happen miracles
It’s the same yet so different
Depending on the hour and perspective

Time passes without stopping to silently ponder of it all
The mission at hand like a message already delivered.

Inspiration comes at weird times
Deep seated in chaos seeking a revolt against each and every schedule
Joking and laughing around
A young rebel in a self destructive world getting rusty and cranky
There she is blowing a warm and cosy air of creativity like a lover’s caress
Full of raw emotion and love
How could anyone stand in her way?

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Self Judgement- Importance of a Dreamer: My quick Edit#37

The future is already here
The future is the first to be the past
Dressing eras up in different garments While history repeats her cycles
While philosophy and sociology deliver the response to questions posed or not yet structured

A book may burn down
A stone may be struck by lightning
The only constant is the story.
The only pieces of salvation are: following a dream, living a good life and if lucky , brave enough making a difference and experiencing connection

While growing older we experience everything and nothing in our skin
In our skull and bones .

We can only see too much
We can only experience too much that what we saw and experienced get so little in the finite infinity that we will never get to conquer.

And then a glorious winter morning…
The poem stops abruptly. Creator/Narrator sighs like holding the sky or the weight of the world and then smiles a shy smile at first and then a full smile
But what could be so grand to turn a frown and an almost mythical dramatic sigh to the most beautiful smile that they could have put?

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Welcome commitee of new dawn-Checkpoint: Arcadia My quick Edit #38

Creator Narrator smiled because in this small leap between the weight of the world crushing them and the futility of overanalysis the choice was clear to them: The time demands it’s toll . Ready or not time waits for no one and what a grave sin is to have the what ifs clustering and clouding your uncertain mortal existence.

No matter the struggle, the sleepless nights every path brings forward the self judgement the critique before judgement day. Everything is difficult at all given times. Everthing worth suffering from is now within reach and will be out of reach promptly. Tomorrow will be the day after tomorrow and then it’ll always go back to planning with uncertain data.

So who will bring us salvation when we pre doomed ourselves? So they knew all along ,no expert needed but the higher self. No knowledge needed but the inside awakening.

And so tomorrow arrived in all its glory and Creator/Narrator welcomed it tears in their eyes smiling, like arriving to their Garden of Arcadia after wandering around like Gangleri himself.

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Known stranger-The resolution of the Moon and Sun proposal My quick Edit #39

There is a known stranger treading the streets that none walked
Picking the flowers of evil, cutting themselves with the thorns parading inside a city full of humans devoid of humanity

The stranger is you
The stranger is me
The stranger is all but them
The guards who excel in norms and glass cell prisons

They wanna buy your freedom
Yet we thought of giving it away for next to nothing
They speak of peace while preparing the next war
They speak of sacrifice and feats of our century
They hold the seats and tell you covered truths

Yet we stand like chess pieces on the chessboard waiting for divine intervention to move us forward while we doom ourselves and ask ourselves why no one is coming

Now imagine there’s no chess board
Imagine that the invisible hands are yours and mine
No shadow figures
No light figures
Just us living the best life

If you want to
Gaze upon the dawn like when you were younger
Dream
Laugh
Dance while blinking stars and the moon gleam upon you and the landscape around you both you and the environment everchanging

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Momentary sunset reflection of a long forgotten Paradise: My quick Edit#40

Upon the calm sea the ships travel like always executing their schedule
Setting their coordinates and course

Upon the calmness of the sea seagulls fly seeking their prey

Upon the calmness of the sea…well sea is not as calm as it appears to be..
The depths lie unexplored and their currents make this perfect image
For better or worse

The mysteries there lay to be revealed
Not as good
Not as bad
Maybe almost neutral
As a matter of fact

And this usual day
Upon gazing towards horizon
I saw the reflection of a strange cosmic light
There in the sky
The sun was not setting as always
It was bolder more colourful more vibrant
My eyes were taking all the colours in
While the waves constantly reaching the shore only to leave it some moments later
like I just have been awoken
And I was experiencing the bits of my unlived life
Seeing the momentary reflection of a long forgotten Paradise
on my pathway towards Catharsis.

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The struggle of 1 and 0: My quick Edit#41

So after this I went home.
The streets were the same
Yet objectively not quite

Some cracks on the wall
Some smile just forming
A cry
A whisper
Something in between

Colours of life in the same urban canvas
And I was the watcher of it’s unusual grandeur
While also being the painter

Life will find ways to escape
Even when all else seems to fail
The flowers will bloom through the pavements
And even when all else fail,
do not in self pity, worry or shame drown
Salvation is upon us
And on each rose coloured dawn
The message remains the same
Rebirth will always prevail.

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Loss and ascent to new reality:My quick Edit#42

Creator/Narrator is left speechless to wonder about what they witnessed. All this beautiful merge of images visible only now after being awoken. The road back home seemed different than usual. So much so that before the normal crossroads they heavily considered if this was the right address.

Double checking the Street name only made the matters worse as they knew perfectly well that the senses can still decieve you. So where were they and what was the truth of their situation? They wouldn’t even bother analysing the concept of absolute truth as the world is far from being a battle of opposites no matter what humanity or the news do in order to make it so.And then it hit them full force and in crystal clear honesty making their doubts non existent:

The road was the same and it’s their perspective that changed. They never really lost the way they only found themselves and this truth alone is enough to change a lot if not all.
Now they see everything yet back then the little details were never totally addressed.
They still saw the houses the trees the roads but they didn’t pay attention to the cracks, the bumps on the road the cordial laughter the anxiety and the microcosmos making the neighborhood human or at least as human as possible.

The urban landscape was not defined anymore by the sleepless city and the party life but the quieter or louder social gatherings and the stories of citizens not just their work or weekend escapade from a numb routine of a reality.

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Library of Worlds: My quick Edit#43

The ascent to new reality was violently brief like a dream on last day of summer before autumn and what comes next becomes the new daily life.The Creator/Narrator felt the beautiful, crystal-clear perspective of their path already straining, fraying at the edges—the anxiety and overanalysis did not disappear they were simply waiting dwelling in the subconscious for the perfect moment, to corrupt the beauty in a way that would make total sense to the subject.

The vision of catharsis was on the verge of destruction. And this destruction was interior.

Instead of fighting the decay with more internal argument, the Narrator retreated. They found themselves standing not on a familiar city street, or on the memories they cherished but in the echoing silence of the Library of Worlds, its shelves holding the archived blueprints of every historical utopia that had inevitably collapsed into dystopia and even those that never came to be either utopia or dystopia.The library had an immense archive of differently bound books old ancient scrolls and even stones written in dead languages. Everything from every era and even those that were the what ifs of the parallel universes. This library was like a mind palace for human consciousness evolution and existence. And because of the knowledge most people feared ever treading there because most of them went mad. Madness and wisdom here were divided by a really thin limit.
The Narrator searched the files, desperate to understand their current predicament and educate themselves to what others said according the ages.

A voice, surprisingly calm and close, broke the intellectual fever.

It was the Protagonist, standing among the scrolls and the books with different binding, looking back at the Creator.

“You look for permanence in the archives of impermanence,” the Protagonist observed. “You forget that Catharsis, like love, needs protecting. The beauty is short-lived not because it is a lie, but because its truth is change.”
"What stage of evolution are we at?

The Protagonist gestured to the cold crystal river flowing next to the library in the plains sourcing from the mountain “No man can enter the same river twice, because he’s not the same man and it’s not the same river.” Heraclitus already said that yet here we are trying to understand the problem to its core yet the problem is our understanding and actions against it.“The moment is fleeting, yet the work—the only work there is—is finding the balance. The imperfectly perfect, relentless symmetry between art and humanity, science and soul.”

The vision solidified. The work was not creating a perfect system, it was defending the current moment of truth against the analytical mind. The Narrator nodded, closing the current book on utopia and accepting the necessary, beautiful chaos of the Heraclitean river.

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The hourglass stairway: My quick Edit#44

Here in the library of Worlds
Exiting seemed too hard
This place was becoming past pretty fast
Just another memory of a place deep in their mind

They descended the stairs looking like hourglass gazing upon the hall pass
With a heavy heart leaving a sigh

Stepping outside
They took the fresh air in
Pondering all the wisdom left behind that will be remembered like a dream

Because as the cosmos unfolded
Before their very eyes
They saw each sunset and sunrise
Wondering now if they would ever recall it
If the need arises
Or if such need is glorified lies
they tell themselves
Just so they can have the strength
To know every fatal thread

Too many questions
Even less suggestions
and far too many alternations

The wisdom of sages
seemed to prevail
And the library seemed disappear
But their desire to stay near
Made the journey home just a chore.

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Return back home from The Library of Worlds: My quick Edit #45

Throughout the journey back home
No one dared to utter a single word
Both remaining deep in thought
Trying to understand it all

Yet how can a mind conceive
That this was real and not a dream?
All that wisdom in their grasp
Yet this moment has now passed

And as they walked away
Protagonist thought that may
The Lotus Eaters have felt the same

So far from land yet they remained
Grounded to paradise
They were doomed to escape
And their fate was absolute demise

Finite infinity
Chaotic divinity
Momentary absolution
And at least they found a solution

Catharsis demanded to be protected
Their overanalysis had to be corrected
And their minds to be sated
Telling themselves that it was fated

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Scheduling the unpredictable and other paradoxes that may prove useful: My quick Edit#46

Back home both started talking
The toll of it was slowly subsiding
Yet they stood united
And ready to begin working

The solution needed to be practical
Their mind palace stood proudly in place
And they had to master the ways
to defend it in a way most tactical

To make the chaos inexistent
They had to maintain order
Because they knew that any moment
all they built could be over
So they had to be thoroughly persistent

They planned and did a lot.
Upcoming weeks turned to months
Darkest nights to rose coloured dawns
And they were ready to face it all

And the order has been found
On psychological patterns
Sacred rituals and dances
Solid truth on most stable ground

And the occasional assault
Could only just result
In their unwavering resolve
And their victory against all odds

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Catharsis a grounded now secure result of their endeavours: My quick Edit#47

After a while Protagonist and Creator/Narrator have built a safezone unlike any other. What the rest of the world could have considered as high quality routine they considered it their decompression time: the time where and when both didn’t want to do anything philosophical or not yet wanting to feel the earned sentiment of Catharsis. Catharsis now stood as secure as the repetition of the eternal cycle of existence. Pretty cosmic yet the cannon element they strived for obtaining.

Day after day defences remained as high as possible and their connection between them and to their higher selves was kept intact. Of course the debates on philosophy astronomy and everything they loved remained a hot topic. Time was invested in a good way. Both felt reborn and awoken from this experience and they were already looking forward to live every day with the same hunger and passion to seize it without wasting a single moment to vanities. The upcoming days would prove to be really magnificent and interesting!

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Interesting days-The aftermath: My quick Edit#48

Creator/Narrator: Thanks again for being there for me in the library. Can’t help but wonder what would have happened had we stayed inside…

Protagonist: Well thanks aren’t necessary. We have much to be thankful for in this relationship. Plus you helped me all these times and still do . We have each other’s backs and we remain in each other’s life.

Creator/Narrator: This is true. And given your advice and the patterns we established all these days passed and I can’t help but feel that this Catharsis is here to stay!

Protagonist: I feel the same way! And this is a feat to be proud of! These days truly pass and yet their beauty can be experienced one day after the other! But please refrain from thinking about what ifs. I know for a fact I try to not rethink our past decisions because whatever happened then can’t change and also it was the right thing and we can live while looking back and forth all the time.
So what should we do today?

Creator/Narrator: You’re absolutely correct! I feel like resting a bit. The garden is beautiful and especially the botanical clock that we can see from this balcony! It took some time but it is definitely worth it!

Protagonist: It really is lovely! I’m so glad we designed this! As per the mind palace this is also alluring!

Creator/Narrator: I agree so let’s just hang out for a bit and later on we shall see!

There both of them sat equally ecstatic about the days they experienced and the future ahead! As per the rest they and we shall see when the time comes!

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Much needed rest: My quick Edit#49

There they both sat
Gazing towards the sky
At moments they did wish to return
throughout this time

Yet this was their creation, a safe place
For when an event like this occurs
Knowing they had much to lose
Ready to defend it in the first days

Inner assault occurring wave
after wave
Yet they stood strong
And now they’re here as they belong
In the garden that stood against
The brightest light and darkest shade

Their knowledge was their ally
Their experience allowed them to fly
Grounded enough to know the risks
Eager enough to follow their dreams

Their home seemed full of colour and style as well as personality
This maybe being a direct effect
From its design and their own vitality

So here they stood resting
For now at least
As they knew how to resist
Every attack that would be manifesting.