The type of rain that falls from the earth can touch the sky only to make the sun cry.
Mandatory as an urged commitment of delivery between the entities we are and the ones we expect to be, awakening. The conscious step towards the destruction of the dogmas imbued in our given and inherited nothing. The key to question the canvas, colored with the emptiness in which the legacy will be painted with spectrums of light.
The truth is wrong and the error resides in each corner of the moebius maze. Questions are stronger than scars and made from infinite loops of self inflicted pain, only to deny darkness its dramatic place in olympus.
Assured by the certainty of the end, this is how I mark my path. Restless.
How to use vision to achieve an enlightened perspective of reality is an indulgent position of self destructive power. I use it to make others stronger than me. That is true in my human form. Omegas, and I know none, and heard only of a few, mostly fictional, are destined to walk among humans translating the balance of power into words. That’s why what you get is not what you see. What is front of you can be dissected in so many ways the brain simply cannot cope with it. Except the reality of all, humans, the others.
I can see other things, I live in my own construction, incepted deeply in my dimension of resonance while connected to this life. And that link destroys me every time I need it, only to rebuild me stronger on the other side, I know. That osmosis hurts just like a missing limb, a phantom pain that you see when you move the inexistent arm.
Dare, to challenge the physics of rain and pain makes the rough foundations of truth become blurred in a vision of anarchy. What is right and what is wrong cannot be depended on a singular point of peculiar enlightened personal goals. Therefore I am, as others before, just a blink in the mob of the evolution rally ready to be obliterated by time. Yet again, consciously setting the pace for the immediate and near, the quest is taken to the highest levels of insurgency. Leading a pack of me, I arrive to the ones mesmerized by the raw power of belief, the ones who think they are safe only by staying together. One by one they are replaced by newer blanks.
The things human beings can achieve being humans is only superseded by the goals titans use to become omega tyrants, in the way I make my rain fall up, to color a sky that comforts a burning sun of a restless life.
the MONSTRUTKOR