A vessel that carries...

It wasn't how I expected...not that I was expecting it a certain way at all.
Different.
They were different.
this is all different.

If explaining were even possible...
understanding isn't something words can define.
so leaving it laid out as what it is..
is the simplest form of communication I can offer.

but there are few words... I will set nearby.
words like...

Anchor

Cohesion

Vessel, ....one that carries, not one that holds.

among others that are close, but do not fit as intended.
words are primitive when spirit speaks...
Could you describe the experience of ecstasy without using allegories?
without parables?
no matter how simple you tell a story.... the full meaning... the essence...
can never be attained unless one has been doused in the reverie of majesty
and you wonder why Mary couldn't speak of the conception of Christ...
...lest she die.
Killing of oneself by not being capable enough of granting such experience a justified expression.
So silence is the highest form of speech when words must fall short.
Silence.
And it's always there for us to hear...
if you would just listen....
...
...

...
...
these big words.... words I know the meaning of but can't give you the definition...
like symbols that surround our lives.... they all mean the same thing...
your viewpoint can decide if you defend one way...or protect it...
but sometimes you are in another dimension.... and it is all for naught
"Nothing is True. Everything is permitted." - Lest is would not exist.


Welcome to the New Age.


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Screenplay going well....
although I'm a bit disturbed by what happens on pages 9 and 10.
I really do not have a say in what shows up.
But I suddenly love my main character a whole hell of a lot more.
AND my villain.
this story might be one for the legacy.
even if someone's childhood ends up being completely shaken...
...leaving their adulthood completely magnificent.
...
You're welcome.


 I don't have anything else to write here...
going elsewhere... just after this song ends...
  (Imagine Dragons! <3 )


ponder the theories embellished under the blanket of whispering stars
where the herds of form gather together and tell stories of the misty rivers
and of the heroine of the skies. May she cradle her lover's face in a kiss.