Monolith


Monolith

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"Free to create your own truth, free to seek and find. I believe in the monolith, because it comes from beyond…"

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And I couldn't stop thinking about the monolith. Granite and silica screen, high-rise stratum, which can only be reached by the halyards of the mind and the torn clothing described under the same skin. In a gathered ebony panel my climbing body is suspended at the mercy of the giron. Unique giron, thin support, coming from above like a stairway to heaven that dwells in the void of knowledge. Monolith, a rock of strange origin falling from the sky, a homogeneous formation that points to its galaxy. Or, is it a galaxy itself? A nebula that, from the earth, sets its halo in the sky? Cusp of archangels, without kingdom. Where listening to its evanescent song leads to the hopeless clouds, beyond the weather, closer to the realms of death ... Little more than my futile abstraction. Excelso is, preeminent, distant from all reality. It is a form of absence of the body, when my ecstatic eyes turn to nothing, only raised by vulnerability. Thus, it must be the divine! Thus, it must be the absolute divinity! Awe and rest, spiritual panacea elixir as anti nostalgic formula, condoned, absolved from suffering. Because I discovered that there is no fear in you. And if fear does not exist, why, the sickle of death? It will be useless to die, when terror becomes life and grief becomes the maximum suffering.

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And I couldn't stop thinking, with the halyards of the mind and the ripping of the very skin. Up to the monolith where there is no return or reason to return. Where time stops like every night, like every time I leave this cold and battered world, turned into the dark man I always wanted to be. Who has no place for dissimilar people because they think that deep down, we all feel the same. The same, to my desire to escape. Condemned to cross the wall of the monolith, without being able to feel or know, without ever being able to love. After so many times, after so much crashing and falling. You realize that without pain you do not suffer. And living without suffering is impossible! And it will be the closest thing to death seen with the eye of my sad soul. Then the placid frenzy arises, that time, when its border of stillness was lost on the platform I remember. Towards the perfectible place where the spirit never spent the night; where he never dispersed his languid ether and his over-saturated passion for the ephemeral. The monolith. Now, immersed in desire, my heart wants to enter but cannot and in just one minute, with the same skin ripping, I escape and I am inside. Nourished by drops, of its forgotten nectar, in a cocoon of its flourishing. Damn nomad, leaving the body and jumping from one to another, putting myself in his place, as if trying to be born again, until he succeeds. Through the expanded mind and its center, where everything can, superlative exponential degree lost in the trace of a melancholic desert. And I see him by my side! I believe more in him, I feel like a new man, next to the granite and silica screen, of the monolith, which opens his womb and, through me, reveals his bosom.


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It was impossible to abandon the monolith trapped inside, it was in vain to violate its wall. Atomic composition septum, encloses the core of all truth. Imperishable, without any lie that may fall on him. The monolith sees everything, knows everything and nothing can be escaped from it. Lost generations, like the Atlantean, the sins of Pompeii and the Turkish wars for the lust for power. The blood ran on your surface, you laugh at Pandora and the myths of sodom. Your origin is in space, and the voices were mythical, voices of those who living in fullness abandoned their sanity and moved away from all reason for being. They lived under the hanging garden, they sailed in a gondola and the golden coffin of their ancestor they hid so that it could never perish. They believed in the afterlife, filled the basins with flowers, placed two gold coins in each eye of the deceased ancestor and accentuated his grimace. They had everything! Nothing could be lacking. And it was the robe torn off by idolatry that thrown into the waters of the ocean, then caused them to drown in it. It is my conviction, when I hear their moans, their wails and laughter, and their screams sunk in the monolith. Who waits for me and I hope to enter the abyss. Someday I plan to reach his peak, a challenge greater than a man can be, is what he needs, to surpass himself. But that call, from the gods, I do not intend to obey. I would never do anything for those who do not see. I only believe in the monolith! Because the gods belong to man and man is not capable of understanding it. Therefore, I am willing to lose everything. If necessary, lose, over and over again.

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I will crash into you a thousand times until I am worthy to enter. And I will dream that dream again: When the wind waved my pain, and my pain waved in it. When the years were withered, passing over me, until I was old, so really old, as can ever grow old...

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So it was, that in my dream I saw! The monolith coming, taking me in his lap, with his halo, made me young again. It was my next life, perhaps to my misfortune. My home around a valley, where at last I could look at the sky. As in the first time !, Again the monolith, coming from space, fell to the earth without remedy...

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"High-rise stratum that can only be reached by the halyards of the mind and the ripped clothing described under the same skin".

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