Intermittently wading way too far into
Like Old Idols during those clouded cryptic epochs we’ve reaped a supreme and unconditional sovereignty over our dominion.
Our authority, our volition, absolutely indisputable.
Like those venerable gods our days are managed by desire, and an underlying terror of wasting time, of Grim.
Finding the most novel way to quiet that eerie little buzz
That tight little murmur you feel in your chest when you're laying alone in bed at night, wondering... Maybe a trip to the zoo! Bring your friends and family!
It’s so fun to watch the critters mesh
They’re somewhere far removed from us, their world has no map, its question marks in every direction.
They stare into your eyes, blissfully unaware of what you really are, of what you’re really capable of
Unaware that their gods have been staring back at them the entire time, unguarded right before their very eyes
watching with endless interest as their immersed in their private moments.
When they eat, when they sleep,when they mate, and ultimately, when they die.
Because no matter how deeply they look, no matter how much it matters, how important it is Some things cannot ever be known, some limits cannot ever be broken, and some possibilities are placed so far away from you that you cannot ever even know if its existence, it just stands there, omnipotent, watching.
Dogs can't know what nukes are, governments dont exist to housecats
These ideas are in the realm of their heaven, the people are the angels
Their whole history could end with the push of a single button, by the whims of a single group
They’d be completely oblivious as everything they've ever known gets completely eradicated forever
We look up heavenward and hope, hope that god loves us, that one day we will meet him and be one in his everlasting love and harmonious glory
The pig looks up at his farmer with those same wanting eyes, the farmer licks his lips and looks down, also wanting.