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What happened before chaos? There are dreams and philosphies of what chaos is. |
Before chaos, there was a perfect light; Only light, there was no hint of darkness, Nor was this moment ever in the past, Nor can it ever be. Outside time It simply is. Perfect. Eternal. Pure Existance. What we, at every moment, are. Still, we must move downriver. We are Each, in the end, prepared to turn pure Terror at the raging lip of time, How can we vanish, yet liv on in the past? Life only seems to flow towards darkness, Open those seams, and you see only light, Red in the west heralds motion's darkness, Revealing glories millennia past. As the Earth spinsm so we spin through time; In gravity's grip, no circle is pure. No being is Being, yet by being we are, Eternal; forever an instant of light. Given: that light can only be; that light As such, cannot be: that in time lights are. But then are not; that nonetheless they are pure Rays racing far beyond the lips of time Infinite, irrevocable; that the past Exists forever, as such: that darkness Limits only one's perception of light. Most experts claim the night is clothed in darkness; Instinctively, they view the past as past. Do not assume what you see in time Is what appears in wisions cold and pure. Eternal isn't only forever. We are Living eternally now, fragments of pure Light--the track, the train, the farmhouse time Erased. No thing is ever nothing--not the past. Not loved ones lost, not what we know as darkness. |