An intro.
In a translucent round cylinder that spins and vibrates on an axis, a blue rubber ball is introduced. The ball starts to bounce along the smooth cylinder wall. A man in a white beard and a wizened look peers down, vaguely amused.
Do you want him to be God, Allah, Jesus, Buddha, or any of a myriad of other preternatural beings? Okay, but it is also me at an advanced age.
"What about the cylinder and ball?" you ask. Well I must keep some secrets, and you my friend must do some of the work. This is an interactive experience, so join in and speculate; maybe discover something about your world and about your place in it. Carry my visions to the extreme; build upon them like any good constructor of worlds should; See visions and concepts as multi-dimensional, or as absurd planes of consciousness with no relationship to man.
This is my dime, but it's your call, so envision with me, that little cylinder and that blue rubber ball; watch as it careens and spins and lurches from space to space, creating its own answers to imaginations, a reality of multitudes. Sometimes the ball will point out the ravings of a fool, at other times of a clown, but you can not pin it down because it then casts symbols and metaphors of satiric portent that leave you bewildered and perplexed. It spins out introspective poetry and prose shadowed by extraneous intent. Just as you pin it as one thing, it shifts and becomes another. It is a bender of time and a compressor of thought. It is all of these and more, it is in fact: YOU.
This observance is after-all the only measure of delight that we have during our sojourn. This is, in the end, a merely three-dimensional world, thus we cloak and ignore all that we dare. It is ALL and as such it is a horror, one filled with gaping black holes of iniquity. We had best enjoy the few pleasurable moments that arise.
Words by Celticpride
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Written on 2005-08-05 at 18:33
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An Introduction to the work of Celticpride
An Introduction to the written world of CelticprideIn a translucent round cylinder that spins and vibrates on an axis, a blue rubber ball is introduced. The ball starts to bounce along the smooth cylinder wall. A man in a white beard and a wizened look peers down, vaguely amused.
Do you want him to be God, Allah, Jesus, Buddha, or any of a myriad of other preternatural beings? Okay, but it is also me at an advanced age.
"What about the cylinder and ball?" you ask. Well I must keep some secrets, and you my friend must do some of the work. This is an interactive experience, so join in and speculate; maybe discover something about your world and about your place in it. Carry my visions to the extreme; build upon them like any good constructor of worlds should; See visions and concepts as multi-dimensional, or as absurd planes of consciousness with no relationship to man.
This is my dime, but it's your call, so envision with me, that little cylinder and that blue rubber ball; watch as it careens and spins and lurches from space to space, creating its own answers to imaginations, a reality of multitudes. Sometimes the ball will point out the ravings of a fool, at other times of a clown, but you can not pin it down because it then casts symbols and metaphors of satiric portent that leave you bewildered and perplexed. It spins out introspective poetry and prose shadowed by extraneous intent. Just as you pin it as one thing, it shifts and becomes another. It is a bender of time and a compressor of thought. It is all of these and more, it is in fact: YOU.
This observance is after-all the only measure of delight that we have during our sojourn. This is, in the end, a merely three-dimensional world, thus we cloak and ignore all that we dare. It is ALL and as such it is a horror, one filled with gaping black holes of iniquity. We had best enjoy the few pleasurable moments that arise.
Words by Celticpride
Read 872 times
Written on 2005-08-05 at 18:33
Tags Happiness
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