Bedtime

The impairment of our minds will open us to the freedom of our souls. The destruction of the articulate structure of memory will show us the simplicity of a life with no foundation. The suffering created by our struggle for purpose will reveal to us the beauty of purposelessness. The endless agony of our contracts to discipline will purge us of maturity. The emptiness of our deaths will bring us back to childhood. The weakness of our limbs will teach us how to fly. The hurt of our broken hearts will mend our arrogant beliefs. The deeds of our sin will birth righteousness. The limitations of our creed will teach us to be better citizens of the universe.

The need to break the norms of the day is fueled by the desire to have new norms. Art is not bettered by changing the paints and the brush that dance on canvas but changing the eyes that behold the light. The white light of reality that comes to the tired seeker moves through tiny crevices of openness of a weary mind.

We are creatures of blood because we are creatures of time. We are creatures with eyes because we are creatures of light. But creatures last as long as time does and time lasts as long as space does and space lasts as long as he who is beyond space hibernates dreaming of rollercoasters connecting galaxies.

We need to strive as long as we need to move from one point to another. When we realize that all points are contained within ourselves, where can we go away from ourselves? Can there be some other point to reach? What treasure lies for the seeker at the end of time? What treasure can be there for one beyond the discovery of oneself? Then why wait for the end of time? Why not look inside now and see the end of the world? The world is born and therefore it must die. But it is born from something and eternally dies to that same something. What is that something? You hold yourself dear to yourself more than anything else. Without that sweet Iness, could this world be conceived? Dance in that empty inside of your eternal infinity. The world will disappear forever and the inconceivable magic of the endless I will come and kiss your dreams goodbye.

Good Night,

Screamjack