Lucidity

I look on into the pale eyes of a god, a crystal face of omnipotence. She burns through the minds of a thousand suns, their particles spewing out revelations of antiquity, a mosaic of knowledge enshrined in an infinite library of wisdom.

This is what I want to be, I think. An Existant, my philosophy spread throughout the layers of infinity

Spot check.

I see my musings spill into the air, and notice this creature of consciousness follow its pattern, down into a fold of time, where it lands and solidifies at a touch, a string of stone with my essence of lucidity engraved upon its surface, entwined around its being.

Pretty little thing, you are, to be so young and ignorant. Lo to the ones who blind you with their lies, their craftsmanship of deceit. My rationality will prevail against Them; those who seek to bend the layers of subsistence around their fragile bodies and curl themselves inside it, becoming decadent gods of knowledge.

I vow, this will not come to pass. My companion sees it in my eyes, looking at me with a gaze of liquid exultance. She is a Giver of Lies, and a destroyer of worlds. A most eloquent companion to witness my rebirth.

A sequence of stillness, measured by the passing of thought as seen through the eyes of a swift intellect, encapsulates my moment of hesitation. I take this time to reflect on my life; who I was before, and how everything I have ever known has been changed, altered into a form of rhapsody nobody of my kind could even begin to accommodate in their tiny animal minds. This is living.

A fold of veracity seeps into my being, changing me. My thoughts become…unique. Its form enters the uppermost reaches of certainty, and bursts through into something so much brighter, so much more valid, than the mundane constraints of reality.

I am resplendent. I am Whole.

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