And God said,
Let there be the lights in the firmament of the Celestial singularity.
Let there be lights in heaven to divide;
This the Morn and inward the light
And let them be for signs,
For seasons and for days, and years;
Lights in the firmament to give light upon the earth.
And it was so, and God made two great lights;
The greater light to rule the day,
And the lesser light to rule the night; the stars as well.
And God set them in the firmament to give light upon the earth,
And to rule over the day and over the night
And to divide the darkness from the light.
Let there be a firmament in the midst of the waters
And God said,
Let the waters bring forth, abundantly, the moving creature that hath life,
And foul that may fly above the earth in the open firmament of heaven.
…Or so do some people believe.
The sun is a luminary whose egress
Is an opening of the infinite sky
Which is found on the west, unto the east lies its ingress
The sun is rising through six openings
And there are six through with it sets.
The moon is thus
And all the stars, they guide their way.
First there goes out the greatest light whose name is the sun.
It’s round just like the roundness of the sky; filled with light.
The chariot in which it rises is driven by the blowing wind.
The great light sets in the west and returns by the Northeast.
In order to go to the east, it is guided so that it shall reach the eastern gate and shine in the black face of the sky.
“”Catharsis of Heliocentricity””
I can tell you what I’ve seen
We can no longer believe
I can’t tell you how I feel
We do no longer believe
There’s no ambiguity:
But no one will believe:
It’s like nothing
Like nothing I’ve seen, we’ve known was for real
It is all real…
I no longer believe
We raised my eyes up high toward the night sky
I’ve been searching for the eyes divine
But found the timesmith was really and truly blind
“”Metaphysics Of The Executor””
On their long journey that leads them toward the light;
They are trying so hard to believe that two and two makes five.
Reason won’t concuss the irrevocable truth
Keep the “faith” then destroy the proof
To protect ourselves from the superstitions of priests and moralists
Let us be done with the idea of moral law:
Where do your values come from?
From inside yourself?
Or from some self-appointed moral cognoscente
Who shrouded their own ideas as empirical concepts?
“”Catharsis Of A Heathen””
I refuse to shroud my past
The walls in there allow no rest
Tomorrow morning shall I be dead?
This place will burn before the sun will drown in the ocean
And nothing yet shall ever be the same again
Yes, place unto me the test
Or you can cut my tongue at last
Ideas shall wander through my head
What if all that we never said were true?
And if everything that is happening were due?
“”Gorged By The Earth””
Tonight the earth placed asunder beneath, up and swallowed all beauty
Those don’t mean anything to me or to you.
Nor to anyone who shalt feel
Of cold wind blowing from the seas of time
And dead auburn leaves falling from the trees
Whirling through the air, as a butterfly effect
Like rotten vessels on their way unto the ground
Warm rain kept pouring down
And all the clouds stared down
Upon the people seeking shelter
Of they being another “you”
They are afraid of being torn far away
To places they feel they don’t belong
But deep they feel that; maybe any place,
No matter how far away,
Would now be better than home.
Yet none realised the Gods in Heaven
And no one expected the water
That now reached up to their throats
Swallowed by the earth, encompassed by the singular
They disappear, no matter whom
As so shall we all
“”Epiphany of Falsehood””
I will pray to the “Son”
He was crucified for me
And I will prey to the “Father”
“You shall have no gods besides me!”
I will prey to the (Less than) Holy
And I will prey to the moon and the sun and the stars
Was or is there One God, or is there three?
A strange, false and cruel, a true wasted epiphany.
“”The Origin ””
We all come from the same seed:
The Microbe, the Tick and the human “being”
It’s misted to see how the perfection of complex organs was achieved without an engineer
But all you see is the human eye
On top of the blind mountain peaks
A steep face of rock
Impossible to climb
Our imagination is left behind the gentle slope on the backside
Our brains are functioned to the scope of a lifetime
There’s no other solution
There’s no other solution
There’s no alternative to the theory of (De)evolution
“”The Origin Of God””
A prime mover only shifts their problems
Fore If every complex structure needs an architect;
Then the architect must be even more complex than anything he created
Where is your architect?
Who made your architect?
Where does he come from?
What is he made of?
Fractals of nothing? Or of something?, of everything…
How shall your impure skin postulate your own knowledge?
Ian V. Seymour ©2014 (January 10th)