... and there we are again... assembled... like flies around our own shit... enchanted by collective effervescence in desire to besiege, conquest and dishonour the purity of godliness... we move swiftly and limp graciously through the rooms full of vultures... in search for long awaited salvation from the chains of sensory perceptions... from the pit of insane blindness they bring upon us with their encompassing curtains of eternal darkness... in the end, it metters nothing what we see... or touch... smell... hear... or taste... these are all but disturbances... forgrounded background noise... self-appointed regent of our world... empowered by the sword of reason... faultless... stainless... ruthless... made of glass... perception, chained by false truths of unfaulty faculty of logics is bound to break free and spread its scabbed wings one day... till we see with eyes wide shut, touch with no corporeal connection and smell without even breathing... till the words mean more when unspoken... till the deaf can hear what the mutes are talkin’... till the white crows dance and the black swans talk and... 'coz it metters nothing what we see, what we touch or what we hear... what matters is the way we feel... what we hide and reveal... when we give and why we steal... all that we love... all that we hate...
The world will never let itself be known by us... filthy maggots 'n worms... the closest we can get to percieving the world and one another, therefore, must ultimately be through emotional experience... through feeling...
So, fellow maggots 'n worms... please... feel responsibly!
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