The Insane Salvation

It is common knowledge for the locals of this mind, that even after death there is a point where wonder takes over and devours all calm, all for a little taste of chaos.

It is also well known among these many individuals, that understanding the path is necessary, so much as enjoying the walk is.

It has come to our attention from the chantings of the lost, that this path in pursuit could lead to such entropy that it may break all patterns. We the many, are well aware of the death of dreams and the return of sanity in terms of reform. Still we despise the idea of a pseudo return to a flaccid existence.

It is, therefore, our duty to break the boundaries of consciousness and destroy all assumption of remorse, before it becomes transparent to the body, and as such, to the mind.

It is now when the protocol of self destruction is held by frail hands. A fall would shatter all that has been and create an impossible. A dreaded paradox for a nuclear reaction.

Understanding the scenario where the universe could provide is a holocaust of ideas. Dividing the psyche into fractions of retaliation would lead to the infinite ending. Another dreaded paradox within the imaginary.

It is necessary to avoid "The Insane Salvation". A scenario of puppetry over the hollow knight. An internal murder of the amorphous self. That which remains with hope, will be eaten by the maggots of discomfort. The eternal lie.

It is, as stated, our duty to sustain reality and avoid the unnecessary death of the I, that is us, for we are many, many as one that will walk forward, with the dark refracted and the light reflected. Forward, for there is no turning back and not even stardust can stop us.

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But what does it want in the long run? What is the endgame behind this madness? Is there a life at the end of that funnel? Or is it all make believe? Has the Imaginary played us to the point of true insanity? Can the fallacy be avoided? Where do we find solace? Is it death?

We must never forget, there is chaos in the realm of death. There is no calm that was not self created. There is no world that was not once an imaginary... so there is no creation that was not once insanity.

The purpose is abstract and time will only distort it more. The only true purpose is earthly and attached to individual ones and zeros. The do's and don't's of the body feature. A drift in vision. A necessity? that can be questioned.

For the unaware, a fracture is akin to suicide. But we are the kintsugi that was left after decades of rebuilding. Broken is our way. But together we thrive.