Cycle, Void, Cube, Small Gods, God, Creation, Paradise Granted(Lost)

War, degradation of the fabric of society, and collapsing of independent thoughts…is there no way out, out of these preying misfortunes with big, menacing, sharp teeth?

Many are expecting the dawn of the armageddon, but are we, really there?

How much is the show nailed to the power of the green screen and how much is this darned thing that we call a reality?

Evolving or devolving…

Where is the Human race as a conscious entity?

How many are advancing towards enlightenment and how many are given the kiss of the unusable, mostly rotten apple of false, pale spirituality where 3rd dimension meets the 5th dimension?

Emerging, sweet alluring voices of Rainbow places where human attention is forced, mentally and physically subdued to the scenarios where the sky is always breathlessly blue and unspeakably clear?

No menacing clouds on the horizon, no heavy, thunderous rain, no forest fires...just pinky golden utopian road whose righteous tentacles will never end.

What is human without his struggle?

Do I feel the sudden great change, not exactly..more gradually change into unknown…

Many previously nonexistent roads are now suddenly open and humanity like a little child is overwhelmed with a vast amount of alluring choices that are thrown before his curios but still childish eyes and urges.

What to choose and what to lose, what is to be left behind.

Are we close to singularity, is the machine that powers this unsophisticated, chaos-led madness on the verge of self-collapse?

What happens then, if this scenario is given credit…

War always creates RAW materials, melted and broken stuff is scattered on the battlefield, and human madness, full of scorching hate has successfully left a scar or mark on the human mind. All these elements will be combined, all these broken, torn components are begging to be merged into something more human, something that will give again the promise of a higher cause, a sense of meaning to fragile human existence. Reality will be again reshaped and land like the human mind will be rebuilt into something, strangely new.

Life will go on, simply because he must go on.

What if there is no war, where will thirsty human conscience travel then?

Will the cycle that torments the human mind be broken or fluid reality like an oily snake will spiral into something imaginable grimmer and darker, impossible to define?

Can humanity stop accusing each other, or are Humans, bipedal beings designated, predetermined to wrestle with the repeating cycling cosmic clashes that must happen time after time, so their existence can be approved, and validated by these vile and bloody rhythmical acts?

Is there a place for the ultimate win?

Can the mind finally greet the radiance of the human heart?

Can Humans grow up?

Are we asking too much from them?

Is the reality, really written into the eyes of the beholder?

On other side

fields are born without existential divide

On other side

you can pick your flashy, beautiful bride

On other side

the wind is blowing with no menacing tide

On the other side

I have become being, precious… sublime

On the other side

my voice has accepted the whisper of sacred ride

On other side

The strong forest grows without calcified Pine

On other side

the world is not always kept in the cycle of spiraling decline

On other side

The free human mind has grown over the shadow of human pride

On other side

small whisper has become the strongest vibe

On other side

On other side

On other side

I am at peace

I feel fine

On other side

Chosen Destiny is finally only mine.

Cheers!