The street I walk upon, the grey pavement; burial of a thousand natures, is all made of a hollow wood.Walking by an avenue of villas with names worshipping a history untold, unseen, I see their owners walking.They have seen rivers that know dances I could never see or dance, but they all walk on hollow wood.
Where do these echoes lead to? They can be heard in a small room adorned with the finest lace curtains, behind which Fate wears a solemn grin.The wooden floors are the base of the Theatre of Eternity.Inside its cracks there lingers the blood of beggars trampled over by Roman chariots.Its veins have turned black with the remains of the naked children gazing day and night in the cold at the golden palaces.
Listen to me feathered surveyors of suffering!
Does your blood run cold when you see a miner with no posession but a shrieking helmet get buried alive in a mine, land of feudal charlatans? You want to help his son conquer his background? Surely you dream of the rainbow spreading its light over the day when your rebellion ascends from the word of mouth into the palmed streets.The rainbow is not yours to dream of, it is a god because it is susceptible to Fate and it knows it.You see your Fate, the Fate of life, and you wish to change it, like a set of clothes.This is why you are not a god!
When you look at the flowers, you dream of a free man rolling in them with his healthy family.But you never enjoy the flowers! You feel blood trickling under you feet and you dream of halting its flow, but you never taste it!
"Man is born to make a difference in the world."
So first he creates; work, war, money, class distinction (all the work of man not the 'world') and then he gives himself the unnatural task of changing his own creations.Man is not born to make a difference, because before man started to play his games there was nothing to change.The valleys never revolted against the mountains, the birds never attacked the rivers, the snakes never conquered the woods.
Man is born to be born, born to exist, born to die.
So you wish to rebel against Fate? You wish to see the hollow wood burned from the earth? Then take the cold steel and press it on your warm skin so you may discover a land of freedom; where the floors are eaten by the hungry soil and dreams are laid to rest upon the maggotts bed.
If this does not appeal to you, then live like a god! Look Fate in the eye and raise a toast to the rolling, unchanging sea.
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