noise induced

there is no honesty in reality - merely an illusion created by a sadly powerful desire society has created for justice. this should not be thought of as pessimistic as it first seems. nature, to Sentience, is possibly the most powerful known(scientifically defined) force. Nature lacks any sense of justice, it is simply honest and brutal. as we've developed, we've divided at this point. reality is not nature. reality is our perception., it can only extend as far as our senses allow it. to one, God, as he would have it, is reality. to another science or nature would be the only reality, and it does not extend past that.
to think that our quest for science will discover all the answers (albeit past our generations lifetimes), is as ignorant of a concept as any theistic faith. at the very least, one must respect the concepts of hope, and humility that allow one to maintain honesty within themselves. fear of truth drives us to denial, and that is more poisonous than hope.

Matt.

no one will read this.

your eye stares at me. dawn approaches. the horizon expands and the world begins to shake. from the heavens lights of all color embrace me. let the world shake. it is behind me now. the stars flow past me in a river of understanding lost to all who see depth in a physical world. and afloat this river, immersed in everything, yet divided permanently from it, I find my home.
the river carries me past all destiny. find pastures of pure ethereal matter, forget the physical world. time was never a straight line. lost concepts of beginning and ending fail before your eye. the river continues ever into a singular existence. whats left of my existence dissolves into a plain of nothingness... and yet it is still everything.

M.

knowledge in itself is hollow. we separate our concepts of reality to understand that knowledge is only what humanity decides is real. what gives us right to judge? what arrogance do we find in the gift of sentience that allows us to think we can define anything but our own serenity? our own reality?

your religion is failure. your faith, undecided. your peace? where do you find it?

think of your peers, do the same things that bring them happiness bring you happiness? with that in mind, think of serenity, where do you find it? would you expect, or even demand, that others find it in the same place?

what is important? where we came from? why we're here? when it all started? the only real truth is the truth we accept as individuals, the rest is simply an unsettling agreement: that we all comprehend and interpret something the same way.

examine the senses; describe to me in words the colors of the rainbow. you can tell me the names of those colors, but can you tell a man who has been blind from birth what the color blue looks like? we agree that the adjectives that describe what we sense define what we sense, but what guarantee do we have that those definitions aren't different to each of us?

reality is only as deep as our own individual perception. knowledge should never be the goal, because you will find nothing inside of it. when the search ends, nothing is left. serenity, to you i suggest, that is the goal. find that, and the rest becomes transparent.


on the day we accept as the 20th of June 2012.
M.

oracle

i really don't think it was ever ok. the long walks never end, and i never think i'm going to find it. i stopped feeling a long time ago. i've lost the desire for retribution. time turns inward on itself. i cannibalize my memories, living the past over and over again until it becomes meaningless. finding nothing that i enjoyed from when i was happy. concepts and ideas become my shelter, but my sanctuary becomes harder and harder to find. placidity, tranquility, serenity, torn apart by constant thought. what is there to gain? why leave the comfort of anxiety when its easier to know the trials i face? digging deeper and deeper until all thats left is the final rush towards relenting. there really is nothing deeper is there?

Thick As Thieves

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Over the mountains

and where do we go on this little journey of ours? we choose the most interesting path to nowhere. we stare at sunsets, and twilight for the short times they're given to us. but at some point the paths just disappear. there's nothing to worry about though. paths do nothing but lead us to the end. I'm not ready for that quite yet, so you can keep to your path. I've got nowhere to be soon, but i'm sure your path will meet me again, so keep on goin, and i'm stayin here. staring at sunrises, til i find a path i really wanna follow. and i don't think that's happening any time soon.

... a note: I'm intentionally leaving my posts vague, and so everyone understands a bit more of where posts are coming from in the future. I'm posting my own thoughts that i'm having, and the music that i'm linking was the soundtrack for those thoughts. the first paragraph of my posts is my own writing. the second paragraph is either a quote from a sample or lyric used on the album posted. the title and link are song titles. i claim no authorship of anything, but what i have just defined as my own original work, that I post.

Jog in the desert

A new pulse from a dead heart?

Derek, Josh and Jeremy from Dead Hearts have picked up the pieces and formed a new band,Old Ghost. I can't say its to far off from where they ended but that isn't a bad thing. Sing alongs,retrospective and heartfelt lyrics,catchy riffs,its all there as you might expect from where these guys come from but Im finding this new band to be a bit darker at times. The band has made this release free both by download and streaming on their bandcamp page. Take some time and check it out.

Old Ghost Bandcamp Download