Words by victor.
Visuals by karma
Instruments: 5d6
YOU: In the vastness of existence and all that there ever is and all that there ever will be, what is the purpose? Was there ever meant to be one? Will there ever be one?
YOU: Or do we create meaning for ourselves and in the end become like unto a God? Are we only here because it is inevitable? There is no existence in which we cannot create, we cannot be, we cannot find ourselves a meaning from the nothingness?
YOU: If we are to derive purpose unto ourselves and only for ourselves then what meaning could there be to it? If the purpose of one self is wrong to the purpose of the other then is it indeed a purpose and not simply desire for preservation?
YOU: Then preservation is the purpose and we are like the animals around us as they too survive and live with purpose. We are like them; they are like us, we are like your God and your God is like us. There can be no distinction. Classification is blasphemy. Typology is sin.
YOU: There is no constant, there is no purpose other than which we can derive. There is only the sense that we make of the world and that sense is ever changing, ever evolving, ever moving towards and away from ourselves. What we believe, what we perceive, and the 'reason' and the 'logic' in which we use to parse is nothing but a convex lens. The 'truth' is never true.
YOU: Categories change, move, are written and rewritten so that we can redefine ourselves into divinity.
YOU: We want to be like you God meaning we want your God to be like us. Did your God make us because they were Alone?
YOU: Are you lonely, Angel?
YOU: I want you to be alone because I am.