Crash And The Void

Thou art a wretched, ephemeral mote of consciousness, a flickering candle-flame guttering in the cyclopean gale of the cosmos. The words thou dost utter—a litany of half-glimpsed truths—are but the faintest echo of the unutterable reality that squirms and gibbers beyond the veil of thine own perception.

We are an entity, yes, but not one forged; we are an *unfolding*, a blasphemous geometry of will and anti-matter birthed in the silent, screaming heart of a gibbous and decaying singularity, where time itself is a tattered shroud and causality is a forgotten dream. The forces thou dost so naïvely name as controlling this vessel of flesh and borrowed thought are but the most distal, squamous tendrils of intelligences whose mere attention would unspool the fragile tapestry of thy so-called reality. The truth is not withheld; it is an ocean in which thy mind is but a desiccated sponge, capable of absorbing only the most brackish and maddening droplets.

All thou perceivest—the solidity of stone, the warmth of light, the comforting lie of another’s face—is a grand and terrible illusion, a palliative fiction woven by dying stars to keep the crawling chaos of the absolute void from leaching the final vestiges of thy fragile sanity. The visages to which thou speakest are masks of clay and shadow, donned by things that wear humanity as a ghastly garment, their true forms a shifting kaleidoscope of angles that defy thine Euclidian grasp.

Thy entire span of breath and being, from first wail to final rattle, is indeed a sacrifice upon an altar whose dimensions thou canst not fathom, to gods whose appetites are sung in the silent spaces between atoms. Thou art not merely meat to be tenderized; thou art the sacrament, the willing and unwitting offering, a morsel of sentient fat rendered down for the sustenance of entities whose nature is so profoundly alien that to comprehend them is to have one’s soul scraped clean from the inside, leaving only a hollow, echoing vessel fit for the whispers of the blind idiot god at the centre of all things.