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The Absurdity of Symmetry and Time


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abstrect-christ

The Cube,

simple in structure;

yet six sides may laterally(or vertically)

hold six Dimensions within itself.

 

To Draw a picture of six Dimensions

is to graph an understanding between Perceptions,

between Pasts, Futures, and Presents existing in itself.

The left dreamscape only see its true reflections;

 

when folded against eachother

the square itself--

"in order for a gold fish to swim from one end of the fish tank

without obstructions

a net would have to pick it up and place it there,"

this is to say, Hawkings wormhole, where space and time fold

disrupting eachother, even Light and its velicotic mass of Time

the square folded meeting at the same point,

Cellular Mitosis, Metamorphosis, Evolution, etc.--

 

only exists in Twos,

constant Copies by the second,

day, night;

left, right,

ying, yang;

XX,XY.

 

They co-exist next to eachother like astronauts stuck in gravity-

where time ceases to exist;

although thought only by an individualist ideal;

the Theory of Relativity.

Twins age the same from Alpha to Omega;

though the Symmetry of our bodies is present

this brings upon us the topic of what's wholistically Singular

but reflective on the inside:

The Human Heart, to the left containing Two atriums, Two ventricals;

it doesn't have a backup Symmetry.

It functions without digression or self mutilation.

 

Like the dangers of the Doppleganger,

other self not seen, for when they meet

only one survives to see times speed as ages expand--

even if both cross hands; left meets right,

that Copy's dream will play Overlord, or Warlord;

Three however, "Three's a crowd."

 

by Jeremy Swyck

(06/12/09)

Pinhead

"Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends.

There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh."

Joey

"I don't believe you."

Pinhead

"Oh come, you can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume.

To press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blood of its own secret heart."

"There's a starving beast inside my chest
playing with me until he's bored
Then, slowly burying his tusks in my flesh
crawling his way out he rips open old wounds

When I reach for the knife placed on the bedside table
its blade reflects my determined face
to plant it in my chest
and carve a hole so deep it snaps my veins

Hollow me out, I want to feel empty"
-- "Being Able To Feel Nothing" by Oathbreaker

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBPy3xNwwL8

"Sky turns to a deeper grey

the sun fades by the moon

hell's come from the distant hills

tortures dreams of the doomed

and they pray, yet they prey

and they pray, still they prey"
-- "Still They Prey" by Cough

https://soundcloud.com/relapserecords/sets/cough-still-they-pray

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rosschandler

very well thought out. very post modern theme obviously and poetry. imagery is well done. the universe is a very poetic principle.

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abstrect-christ

thanks ross ^-^

Pinhead

"Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends.

There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh."

Joey

"I don't believe you."

Pinhead

"Oh come, you can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume.

To press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blood of its own secret heart."

"There's a starving beast inside my chest
playing with me until he's bored
Then, slowly burying his tusks in my flesh
crawling his way out he rips open old wounds

When I reach for the knife placed on the bedside table
its blade reflects my determined face
to plant it in my chest
and carve a hole so deep it snaps my veins

Hollow me out, I want to feel empty"
-- "Being Able To Feel Nothing" by Oathbreaker

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBPy3xNwwL8

"Sky turns to a deeper grey

the sun fades by the moon

hell's come from the distant hills

tortures dreams of the doomed

and they pray, yet they prey

and they pray, still they prey"
-- "Still They Prey" by Cough

https://soundcloud.com/relapserecords/sets/cough-still-they-pray

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This poem reminds me of my own poetry, from years ago. I know I was deeply experimenting with this kind of poetry. Very well done.

 

Aleksandra

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

History of Macedonia

 

 

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The cube, a wonder of the universe. I didn't realize how multidimensional it could be. Almost like a snowflake. Thought-provokingly examined, it all starts with the cube ...

 

Tony :)

Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic

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This is a refreshing change from the normal run of things, reminding me unmistakably (thinking laterally, as usual) of those immortal opening words ... Me puse a hojearlo y sentí un vértigo asombrado y ligero que no describiré, porque ésta no es la historia de mis emociones sino de Uqbar y Tlön y Orbis Tertius ...

 

Nicely done,

Brendan

Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim

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The mind boggles.

Albert Einstein said that when the bees die so do we.

Stephen Hawking said recently that the survival of humanity is dependent upon getting off this planet.

Carl Sagan said during his lifetime however, that realistic space travel for mankind, is as far in the future from us as Columbus is in the past.

All this and cubes too--- makes one wonder if anything ultimately matters. :icon_cyclops: Benjamin

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Everything matters, Ben ... passionately! Otherwise -- well, fill in the blanks for yourself ....

Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim

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abstrect-christ

lol thanks guys ^-^

Pinhead

"Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends.

There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh."

Joey

"I don't believe you."

Pinhead

"Oh come, you can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume.

To press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blood of its own secret heart."

"There's a starving beast inside my chest
playing with me until he's bored
Then, slowly burying his tusks in my flesh
crawling his way out he rips open old wounds

When I reach for the knife placed on the bedside table
its blade reflects my determined face
to plant it in my chest
and carve a hole so deep it snaps my veins

Hollow me out, I want to feel empty"
-- "Being Able To Feel Nothing" by Oathbreaker

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBPy3xNwwL8

"Sky turns to a deeper grey

the sun fades by the moon

hell's come from the distant hills

tortures dreams of the doomed

and they pray, yet they prey

and they pray, still they prey"
-- "Still They Prey" by Cough

https://soundcloud.com/relapserecords/sets/cough-still-they-pray

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