The other things.
Where there is good, there is evil. Truer still, where there is evil, there is good. One without the other, neither can be distinguished. The Gods are nothing without the Devil; without the Devil, there’s nothing to save us from.
All things contradictory are complimentary. Black is darkest against white, and white is fairest over black. Beauty will be worthless if we did not know the ugly. All things are justified by their alternatives; and decisions are made over the reflections of the spectrum of outcomes. We have no certain results. Our greatest impressions are taken from shadows. Silhouettes are quicker to excite us, and leave upon us a more rigid impression than the multitude of details that the entire picture holds.
There is a reason that art is largely symbolic. This is the same reason all signs are minimalistic symbols, and all ideas are best conveyed in a nutshell. The fewer the intricacies, the easier it is to absorb; copies are quicker made, and more definite and true to the original. The big picture, the real picture, only calls for distortion by way of the multifarious distractions posed by the required comprehension of the minutest of its details.
To us, life is a grand jigsaw puzzle that is easiest to piece together when it’s edges leave for little contemplation and effortless completion. Anymore, and soon enough it just won’t seem worth the trouble, even if that’s only because it proves one’s lack of ability.
1. Awake, awake,
There is reason now for the
Spark of beginning.
There is incentive now, for its
Dense fumes to corrupt
The pristine Emptiness.
May the twinkling of existence
Take form.
2. Flower, flower
dead and dropping;
I knew you once
and you were
Young and blooming.
Then you beamed; now
You sulk:
The weight of the world
is quite a bulk.
Yes, the weight of the world
is quite a bulk.
3. Dance, dance, and dance
and dance;
The world will crumble
soon enough;
Our voices have echoed
long and far,
Our candles have burned
bright with purpose.
But, the world will crumble
Soon enough.
A voice will rise
From deep within the chasm
That lay buried, and saw
Heaps of dirt, laid further,
Thicker, Stronger- by
Those that knew where to lay it.
By those that knew where
the Chasm lay; by those
That knew what it was: those
That feared what it was.
But the voice will rise.
It is inevitable.
The voice will rise, and
It will bellow; And the mountain
That hid it will crumble
to less than dust.
And at its peak:
where stood the
Apparent Mighty : there shall
stand Fear;
there shall stand- Nothing.
Amidst the rising dust of
crumbling deceit, shall rise
The widening beam and
deafening yell of Triumph.
It will drown the
Shrill screech of Defeat.
The New Cause will have erupted,
Thrusting forth into the
Present Reality. The seeds of
Revolution will scatter wide,
take root, and draw together
all Spirits- under the
Intensifying reign of
The New Future.
Jamberbane 