There is no gravity.... the world sucks.
Ain't that the truth? We think water levels are rising because of global heating, caused by our neverending poisoning and exhaust, while in fact WE are being dragged down by the gigantic sucking device located in Earth's core. It's all make-belief, and thus... nothing is holy, you've been fooled to think otherwise.
np: Brook by Lull vs. Origami Arkitka (soundscape that reminds me of what a vacuum cleaner bag must hear when its entrails are being pumped full of dust). Bad idea to play this on a mushroom trip, as the elves and gnomes wouldn't have a clue where to wander in this industrial aural environment. There simply isn't room for trees or greenery, you'd imagine a glass and fluid metal (magnesium or titanium, nothing so bold as brass (too yellow) or steel (too heavy)) whereabouts in blue, white and grey hues, but all very light. Multiple suns, carefully positioned to just shed a few rays here and there, but overall not powerful enough to heat things up. Snow is definitely present. This could be the soundtrack to The Thing, the Carpenter movie (rent the anniversary edition! Better still: buy!) where scientists find remnants of a spaceship, the horror that follows was hallucinant in its days.
Cheerful thought of the day: everything is relative, even the relativity of everything. An elaborate way of saying that nothing really matters. Nothingness is what lies beyond the universe, and that is indeed what puzzles my mind. Can we think of nothing? Because when we do, there's already something, albeit just a concept. Can we come to a concept of nothing? Would it be black or rather invisible? What happens when you cross the final frontier? Do you fall upwards?
Best to leave this to horses, they have bigger heads!
np: Brook by Lull vs. Origami Arkitka (soundscape that reminds me of what a vacuum cleaner bag must hear when its entrails are being pumped full of dust). Bad idea to play this on a mushroom trip, as the elves and gnomes wouldn't have a clue where to wander in this industrial aural environment. There simply isn't room for trees or greenery, you'd imagine a glass and fluid metal (magnesium or titanium, nothing so bold as brass (too yellow) or steel (too heavy)) whereabouts in blue, white and grey hues, but all very light. Multiple suns, carefully positioned to just shed a few rays here and there, but overall not powerful enough to heat things up. Snow is definitely present. This could be the soundtrack to The Thing, the Carpenter movie (rent the anniversary edition! Better still: buy!) where scientists find remnants of a spaceship, the horror that follows was hallucinant in its days.
Cheerful thought of the day: everything is relative, even the relativity of everything. An elaborate way of saying that nothing really matters. Nothingness is what lies beyond the universe, and that is indeed what puzzles my mind. Can we think of nothing? Because when we do, there's already something, albeit just a concept. Can we come to a concept of nothing? Would it be black or rather invisible? What happens when you cross the final frontier? Do you fall upwards?
Best to leave this to horses, they have bigger heads!
posted by vacuum419 at 1:08 p.m.
1 Comments:
Niets is fascinerend.
Niets is heilig. Het kan nooit bezoedeld worden, want dan is het al iets... Alleen niets is puur. En sinds we onze kinderlijke naïveteit al jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaren kwijt zijn, is het misschien dat pure waar we naar op zoek zijn. En wat nooit (het zelfde als niets, maar dan in tijd) gevonden kan worden.
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