Four corners of the mind

Down in the earth there's a fiery place with miniature people holding mass, they move around in pairs and carry torches of flames with them wherever they roam. They need no eyes but see all that goes on, they work for the one, making and melting the thoughts of consciousness into a reality above ground. Some times they use the heat in the place to fuse together idea's that are so apart from each other we would scarcely call it chance, in their world they call it “synchronisity”.
From these earth dwelling creatures arises all possibilities of action, to do or not to do, to destroy or to build, all thoughts of free will are played out inside the melting pots of the Carbiri.

In another place there is a dungeon with a large beast chained to the outside. He guards the place with all his demonic and supernatural might, at times when required the beast is unleashed into the dungeon to destroy any thoughts and superficial feelings that have been placed in there for safe keeping. I call this beast the dominion barber. You may call it something else.
Once unleashed the beast tears into the dungeon and destroys the corporate images of brand awareness and the superficial idols of the world, but it never stops there. The chained beast grows more intelligent the more he devours. Each time unleashed the taste for freedom grows in the beast. Until one day he will no longer bow to the master of his chains.

Elsewhere in this earth is a mighty shrine isolated from all seeing eyes, inside this shrine is contained a golden chalice filled with the blood of the original son of man, it's amount is never ending and it flows out like a natural stream breaking out across the land, cutting and shaping the destined path into the earth. As the ages go by occasionally the flow will burst forth like the breaking of a dam, and in other aeons the blood becomes a trickle of laughter, echoing out the past mistakes of man and yet always remaining in constant flux and flow.

High up in the mountains we listen with ears for the sound of the coming wind, we are the torch bearers, we are the seer's. The chosen few who know of the errors and journeys of man. This small elite who control and shape the superficial fates are soon to be corrected. It will take more than a prophet to change the course of history, but just one man to deliver it.

Stiller and quieter, deeper into the jungle there is an ongoing battle, two forms fighting and integrating, one is a lion, the other a tiger.
They roar and show teeth, as there gazes catch each other, but in the middle they never meet. That was until the rules changed. Now they clash and fight, and battle till they unite. Before too long they merge into one. Half lion, half tiger, and all somewhere inside a man.