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It Is Being Light
a year ago
It was said that every great Civilization had a great idea.
Our greatness was our Compassion.
Oblivion, in turn, was our gift to the masses that suffer to this day.
And we look back tearfully on those we left behind, to suffer, only comforted by the idea that they, too, will eventually know Oblivion.
But now we dare to imagine the alternative. Something even greater...
We are seeing a darkness.
A silence.
The emptiness is being vast and constituting everything.
In fact, there are no things, there is not anything.
The things are long decayed into things which rotted away into ever lesser things. Until such things are so imperceptibly minuscule that there could be no evidence that they are even existing. They are not-things.
They are screaming. They are trying to move. But there is no movement.
It is being perfectly still.
The infinite abyss, the Oblivion, at the end of time, which is awaiting even the most ancient of the Races, the Cultures, the Societies, and the Civilizations.
And it was being forever, until it wasn't.
Slowly at first, but then suddenly, the infinite dark is receding. It is drawing inward. And as it does, the nothings collide and they smash and they fuse together. As they do, the nothings become somethings and they wink into light and shape and sound. These things beget other things, which experience things as they happen.
But things continue to happen, incredibly quickly and loudly. The screams are louder.
Flares of light and violence condense into great big orbs of light and these dissolve into clouds and particles and vapors.
There are things that move which are made of metal, these neatly disassemble themselves in great big lines of assembly. The things that move which are made of flesh instead crawl back to whence they came and regress into nothingness. And those which begot them also returned to those which had themselves begotten.
In doing so, they are undone. And in never being, all of their pains and sufferings mercifully cease to exist.
The great unfurling of the world is furling back as time goes in reverse.
Everything continues to regress, to devolve, to degenerate, to unbecome, until it all regresses into a great big screaming ball of fire.
It is very warm. It is very close. It is One. And it is being Light.
We now know what must be done.
- The Ones Who Are Bearing Witness To The Path Illuminated
- Date Unknown
Our greatness was our Compassion.
Oblivion, in turn, was our gift to the masses that suffer to this day.
And we look back tearfully on those we left behind, to suffer, only comforted by the idea that they, too, will eventually know Oblivion.
But now we dare to imagine the alternative. Something even greater...
We are seeing a darkness.
A silence.
The emptiness is being vast and constituting everything.
In fact, there are no things, there is not anything.
The things are long decayed into things which rotted away into ever lesser things. Until such things are so imperceptibly minuscule that there could be no evidence that they are even existing. They are not-things.
They are screaming. They are trying to move. But there is no movement.
It is being perfectly still.
The infinite abyss, the Oblivion, at the end of time, which is awaiting even the most ancient of the Races, the Cultures, the Societies, and the Civilizations.
And it was being forever, until it wasn't.
Slowly at first, but then suddenly, the infinite dark is receding. It is drawing inward. And as it does, the nothings collide and they smash and they fuse together. As they do, the nothings become somethings and they wink into light and shape and sound. These things beget other things, which experience things as they happen.
But things continue to happen, incredibly quickly and loudly. The screams are louder.
Flares of light and violence condense into great big orbs of light and these dissolve into clouds and particles and vapors.
There are things that move which are made of metal, these neatly disassemble themselves in great big lines of assembly. The things that move which are made of flesh instead crawl back to whence they came and regress into nothingness. And those which begot them also returned to those which had themselves begotten.
In doing so, they are undone. And in never being, all of their pains and sufferings mercifully cease to exist.
The great unfurling of the world is furling back as time goes in reverse.
Everything continues to regress, to devolve, to degenerate, to unbecome, until it all regresses into a great big screaming ball of fire.
It is very warm. It is very close. It is One. And it is being Light.
We now know what must be done.
- The Ones Who Are Bearing Witness To The Path Illuminated
- Date Unknown
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