“The greatest enemy of knowledge is not ignorance, it is the illusion of knowledge.”
― Stephen Hawking
Hold on tight to your Reality. Dark Matter is all around you.
Anti matter and matter - laughable!
A flicker. I recall the image of a student stood there on a stage. I recall the moment I arose to applaud him. To applaud him for his courage. To applaud him for his audacity. To applaud him for non conformity. To applaud him for not accepting Reality.
Monday 5.50 am
I looked up at the dark sky. I had never seen so black, black a sky before. A majestic Royal canvas of priceless diamonds on a blanket of deepest Jet. The crescent moon and constellations gleamed so bright; piercing and stabbing my eyes to look away. Yet amidst the beauty laid out before me, I felt so afraid.
I realised I had a long way to go yet. Along way within.
Discovery and exploration. I had asked for Nothing. Wanted Nothing.
Yet fell so far and shattered so deep.
An Identity sold so cheaply. An Identity stripped bare of value, purpose and meaning.
"Oh for God's sake Rubi!" thundered the voice, once more. Cold and cutting.
Reality never existed. An imagined reality. Out of time. Out of context. Out of consciousness.
I had asked for nothing.
Only consequences exist.
The Principal of Matter. The Image. The Image that cuts, bleeds and destroys. Where the protectors renew their blood bonds.
"I have observed dreams and visions very carefully, and am now certain that the imagination has some way of lighting on the truth that the reason has not, and that its commandments, delivered when the body is still and the reason silent, are the most binding we can ever know"
- William Butler Yeats
― Stephen Hawking
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Anti matter and matter - laughable!
A flicker. I recall the image of a student stood there on a stage. I recall the moment I arose to applaud him. To applaud him for his courage. To applaud him for his audacity. To applaud him for non conformity. To applaud him for not accepting Reality.
Monday 5.50 am
I looked up at the dark sky. I had never seen so black, black a sky before. A majestic Royal canvas of priceless diamonds on a blanket of deepest Jet. The crescent moon and constellations gleamed so bright; piercing and stabbing my eyes to look away. Yet amidst the beauty laid out before me, I felt so afraid.
I realised I had a long way to go yet. Along way within.
Discovery and exploration. I had asked for Nothing. Wanted Nothing.
Yet fell so far and shattered so deep.
An Identity sold so cheaply. An Identity stripped bare of value, purpose and meaning.
"Oh for God's sake Rubi!" thundered the voice, once more. Cold and cutting.
Reality never existed. An imagined reality. Out of time. Out of context. Out of consciousness.
I had asked for nothing.
Only consequences exist.
The Principal of Matter. The Image. The Image that cuts, bleeds and destroys. Where the protectors renew their blood bonds.
"I have observed dreams and visions very carefully, and am now certain that the imagination has some way of lighting on the truth that the reason has not, and that its commandments, delivered when the body is still and the reason silent, are the most binding we can ever know"
- William Butler Yeats
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