OBLIVION 

IS A TIME WARP IN SPACE-PAST FROM TIME 
PAST FROM THIS PLACE BOTH DIRECTIONS 
MEETING INFINITY. FROZEN CUBES OF LIGHT 
EMITTING THEIR EXISTENCE FOR REASONS 
THAT WILL NEVER BE UNDERSTOOD.

PLANETS RACE THROUGH IMMORTAL SPACE THEIR 
STARS STARE FACE TO FACE EACH ONE CAST IN TIME 
TAKE THEIR PLACE REVOLVING ENDLESSLY 
IN IT'S SOLIDIFYING WHITE LACE.

THE UNIVERSE STILL IN ITS CREATION, WHOSE STARS 
ARE YET TO BE BORN WHOSE LIGHT FAILS TO REACH 
THE EDGE OF ETERNITY WHOSE ORBITS ARE YET TO 
BE COMPLETE; NEVER TO BE COMPLETED.

FROM THIS PLACE ONWARD IS PEACE. TIME YET TO BE, 
TEACHINGS YET TO BE TAUGHT, SOULS YET TO BE,
TASKS TO BE DONE, THINGS TO BE UNDONE.

FROM THE DRIPPING WAX CANDLE TO THE DIITAL 
COMPUTER MARKING TIME AND TIME AGAIN 
WHOSE HARMONY NEVER CHANGES FROM TICK-TOCK. 
WHOSE CENTURIES STAND STILL COMPARED TO 
EONS PASSED WHOSE TIME RUNS AS FAST AS TICK-TOCK.

PLANETS GIVE FORTH THEIR KNOWLEDGE IN PIECES 
EACH BROKEN TABLET A PART OF THE HISTORY OF MAN’S 
IMMORTALITY. A BEING WEANED ON DESTRUCTION A BEING
WHOSE HISTORY TEACHES NO LESSONS.

AND LIKE THEIR ANCESTORS STILL CONSTRUCTING
MONSTROSITIES, STILL IN DEGRADATION, STILL 
SEARCHING FOR IMMORTALITY OVERLOOKING 
SIMPLICITY.





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