Necromancy Of The Old
Ominous Darkness submerses humanity as Golden Light persists its everlasting pursuit.
Ideals of Change
Over the years, I have changed into something I was not before.
Many believe that people maintain their perspectives, and that change is an unlikely and uncomforting ideal.
The mind is malleable, able to bend and morph like putty in the hands of the spirits.
Change is inspired when we see who we really are, and our aspirations tell us we must destroy ourselves to achieve the currently unachievable.
Death does not always mean we must die, but rather allow ourselves to move on, destroying our old ideals and patterns, inspiring rebirth of the self.
Change is the only likely outcome to achieve our dreams. For the benefit of ourselves, and humanity, we must remain eternal, never allowing death to bring about fear.
Thoughts after meeting an old friend, who was fairly surprised with who I have become.
(Source: blackmedic, via m-e-l-a-n-o-p-h-i-l-i-a)
“I like ruins because what remains is not the total design, but the clarity of thought, the naked structure, the spirit of the thing.”
Tadao Ando (via inthenoosphere)
I tend to see most things like this. The face on a clock is no simple design, and as such, I lack the understanding of how exactly a clock ticks its way so perfectly by the second. If I were to understand, I’m sure I’d feel a great deal of comfort in my new friend’s inner workings.
Although, this doesn’t stop at just clockwork, as terrestrials, machines, and the universe all have their own way of connecting and layering with each other.
There are a great deal of curtains in the life we live, and opening each one broadens our understanding of everything we come in contact with.
Knowledge is the pursuit of finding a finally within the stages of life, but never quite reaching it.
(Source: inthenoosphere, via missvoodoodoll)
The bones that shape and hold a flimsy body upright against the constant force of downward gravity.
Tools to the terrestrials.
Seen as taboo in many cultures, due to their fear of death and the unknown, they hold an entire life’s history within their structure.
They represent an infinite battle against a force we cannot avoid.
Beauty, at its struggling finest.
(Source: instagram.com, via m-e-l-a-n-o-p-h-i-l-i-a)
The ideal venue for an eerly delightful picnic. Perhaps a simple dance could be held, where only nature’s judgment awaits?
Surrounded by fear and emersed in the beauty of expression, true self wipes clean the smudged lens of reality.
(Source: absinthundblut, via missvoodoodoll)
My spiritual self will always tell me that sex is the most grounding, human experience that one can partake in. The physical nature of extasy, and our drives to create it, are unfathomably interesting.
If there were no body, and only the mind, imagine the perfection a civilization might achieve.
Sex is the driving force behind power and wealth. Without it, logical thinking and analysis would be the only thing to persist.
Perhaps a boring life, filled with the endless dilemmas of purpose, but an extensive one, where knowledge is the only pleasure truly sought after.
The death of a physical existence, leaving behind a limitless entity with no shell to ground itself in reality. Powerful, eternal, godly.
Early morning coffee thoughts in the icy glades of Northern America.
(Source: alcoholocaust88, via thedarkestdead)
