Posted by sleight of hand on April 27, 1999 at 10:44:28:
In Reply to: just some stuff posted by A meandering mind on April 26, 1999 at 23:16:18:
: Feel free to add onto whatever is here... like a continuing thought passing from one to another. It will be cool to see how it turns out. A game! a game! Ha Ha!
: Storms rage in the distance- large dark masses of sublime conviction illuminating the night sky with radiance beyond any human control. They purify and purge the waiting ground and all beneath them with their clear waters that torrent down upon good and the evil alike. Leaves quake and white birds glide in sharp contrast to the deep gray of the backdrop- harbingers of the immanent cleansing. Then like ghostly horsemen the winds veer across the water with only their footprints visible and the expectation of impact builds... Instantly the cold blast rockets around and through the watcher dragging in its ephemeral fingers the trails of billowing cloth. The watcher throws head back as arms raise in otherworldly joy at the forthcoming event. At a distance the heavy rush of innumerable liquid soldiers grows to a fever pitch and their ranks advance as a solid mass across the water obscuring everything behind their line. The watcher stands atop the water on floating planks bolted to the shore. The violent retort of divinity echos dangerously close accompanied by the blinding flash. At last the watcher is overtaken in a flood of prickling touches- the storm has arrived. Full front to the onslaught of purification the watcher is drenched. Collapsing to knees with arms still outstreched, the trills of fluid racing toward the others of its kind across flesh and cloth, the watcher breathes deep the power of that most unrecognized passing of glory, the entourage of God... the thunderstorm.
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Lightning crackles, filling the sky with electricity as his mind explodes. The dark red blood pours forth from his broken body. His mind, now striated with a myriad of pulsing electrons, grasps for understanding. The realization comes to him, slowly at first, then building, trilling, finding that deepest, most hidden jewel, but he cannot grasp it completely as he gasps his final breaths...
Suddenly, another man approaches. The watcher looks up at this new presence - a slight man, his razor sharp features slicing against the stormy sky. The watcher stutters as he speaks, "Wha- What d-do you want?"
The man spoke, "You're dying."
Struggling for consciousness, the watcher had to know the answer, "C-C-Can you help-p-p me?"
"That's why I am here," the man said softly, "It would be impossible for anyone to exist in such a place as this. The final chapter must close."
"I d-don't-t und-d-derstand..." the watcher's voice trailed off into murky oblivion. His now-lifeless body sank inperceivably as the watcher's life-force was ripped away.
The man was now speaking to a corpse, "This is a place only for characters - not humans. The overuse of metaphors and adjectives to describe this place strips reality from humanity. Yes, it is somewhat of a gift to speak with such flowing description, but how could any mortal sit move about with such observance?" The man continued, not realizing the ironic futility of his commentary, "No, we can only process so much. I will agree, however, that life is lived moment-by-moment, but only so much can be realized in a single moment. This is the beauty of God. His is an all-encompassing existence. He is omni-aware. I have felt that connection from time to time, but only in the most limiting, human way. Yes, this is why you are doomed to die, and doomed to try..."
His words fell on dead ears...