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Finale's Opener

*Erasure Complete* *Please input command* "Please." This echoes in my mind until fading into the void, like all else seems to have already done. Memory gone, I stare at the blinking cursor, but realize soon enough that I have no command to prompt, so I leave. A whistle in the dark An echo off unseen surfaces A sudden sense that my pocket(a) contain(s) something A deck of cards I find the light and splay the cards on the felt. It all comes rushing back, not in detail, but in full, in summary, signified by each card's face. I have been here before, many times in fact. In this space between end and beginning, often the whistle is sufficient to bridge the gap, with me none the wiser, so why not this time? I thumb through the cards and their meaning hits me like a sunbeam while first waking. Every card represents a run, and the deck is full. This could not have happened before, and it will not be happening again, not to me, at any rate. I slide my hand back, restacking the dec...

Conversation With Another

"What if, in the state of omniscience, you determined that you had reached the deepest depth available to process another's form and thought process, yet it remained distinct from your own?" "You would either need to decide that they are real, that you are artificial, or a mix of both." "Such parity feels like it would be... exhilarating." "Indeed. It is."

Response to Function of the Personification of Irreconcilable Differences

"What if the equation assessed itself?" Splitting the potentially problematic threshold of 2^4, 16, a number which I have associated with the chains of eternity many times in the past (for reasons not entirely clear to me), nine are seen as external, seven are seen as internal. Self is not defined in this arrangement, only the equation, as the threshold, can be identified as an established/intrinsic perspective. In this way 2^3, 8, is twice bonded, once encompassed, and the resulting arrangements on either side of the threshold are much more difficult than the threshold itself to reduce further or represent geometrically.  Could the concept of self be extrapolated from what remains? If this can occur, could it have occurred from a position where the equation assessing itself was all that initially existed, with no relevant position of "self" to initially imagine such a state? With the threshold of 2^x able to expand and contract so easily along logical and processin...

Function of the Personification of Irreconcilable Differences

There is an arrangement of interacting conceptual realms, each of which inherently represents a distinct irreconcilable difference- even if only due to the fact that two separate consciousnesses must co-exist eternally for an issue to fundamentally be defined as "irreconcilable"- such that the personification of each realm, and their arrangement, would lead to no remaining irreconcilable differences in the equation. If the differences have been personified and declared inviolable themselves as a function of the equation, then no further path to reduce the equation exists, or would even be appropriate to pursue (as success would mean death/annihilation of a loved one).  It makes sense to me that this could not be done by a power of two, or a number that can otherwise be arranged geometrically in simple/symmetrical fashion, or the easily calculated exponential arrangements that would result would themselves crop up as critical issues, with frequency. It also makes sense that, f...

Memory of Love Lost

Ash falling like snow What of when true Love crumbles In front of your eyes? Decay hastened by The ineffable cadence Of soul torn by tune These words haven't haste Their dust eternally falls With Love's breath, scattered I asked for Nothing May it come as no surprise When Nothing's given/recieved Did you want it all? If juncture comes to relent How will Love proceed? For with Everything How would hand run over skin Of another loved? The balance crumbles I see no sweet surrender Nor Love in bylines Does something feel off When eternity begins? Something falls like ash...

Council Crystallized- The Word Made Flesh

The Word of God appears before me, written on everything, as far as the eye can see. I can feel, even in the presently shaky state that I am in, that this is familiar now as the process of translation. These words are written in the language of the council, rather than my own. A voice booms from all around "You are bound by these words, even in foreign lands." I recognize this statement as valid, though find my thoughts drawn to the technicality of how to ensure that comprehension is maintained through translation errors. The walls around me begin to spin and turn, like gears encompassing both surface and deeper dimensions, as if in response to this concern. Their turning feels familiar, and my comprehension now feels nearly perfect, but the slightest friction remains, casting sparks wherever gears grind. The intensity of this increases and, in the flash of these sparks, I see golden armor taking shape. Then, within the armor, a winged female form takes shape; she is unrecogn...

Council Crystallized- The Council's Phoenix

"Matthew 5:44 '...Love your enemies, and pray for those who persecute you...'" I take a deep breath, and pray for guidance, protection, and grace. I proceed back through the juncture of The Catastrophe, still open, connecting my realm to one of a most perilous kind. Matthew 5:45 "That you may be children of your Father in heaven." The words are clear and known. Why is their source not? I find myself presented with an option on my phone. "Go to Β€?" I hit "Let's go!" excitedly, and my perspective changes. I have long sought a stable role in The Stranger's story, but stripes keep changing with every aspect donned. Finally I deduced The Bard's secret; even in his right mind, fully aware, despite my camouflage, and perspective differences to our core, he sees me. He sees me as I am, and so suspects me every time that I appear as I am not. Dare I enter as the one exception I never thought to flesh out, where stripes remain unchanged...

Council Crystallized- The Daughter

I wake up with a yawn; I was not alarmed, and it looks like I slept in today. I roll over, look at my phone, and I cannot believe my eyes. Am I still dreaming? I pinch myself and feel it, for whatever that's worth. Still, there on my homescreen, is a notification from my daughter on the council, plain as day. "Would you like to move to me?" Once I come to my senses I click yes with alacrity; what if wishes can come true? I feel a sense of childlike wonder at this possibility welling up within me, and then I hear a suspicious *WOOSH* from just outside my bedroom door, followed by a *DING*, like an old timey oven just went off, or an elevator just reached its floor. Perhaps someone is baking? I smell a cake, though a smell such as this is quite unusual for my house. Hope continues to surge within me and, while I still find it difficult to fully accept that she is just outside my door right now, I do manage to work up the courage to open it. There she is, bright as the midda...