Filed upon its sharpest points,
to see them dull into indistinguishable values
Allow only this conformity to be perceived.
Let it all become what its meant to.
How can we ever change the things we do not yet fully understand?
Beginning each process at its assumed end, the results of our volition is the only faith this being knows.
Can we ever truly grasp it all, the becoming of it all was from our earned minds and the cunning will to struggle to stay here one more generation.
one more, for nothing.
Within the automatized recoil that pervade the blank sneers of idols,we see the colourless mindscapes we entangle our enchanted intelligence.
Nothing from the start, to walk forever into these horrible dreams.
Clearing all the crowded plains of discourse,
distorting the definitive ,
into that which destroys itself to feed the ugly hunger of others.
