In the beginning there was the end, yet why are we at the beginning?. It is the blink of an eye. The understanding of a Planck’s Constant theory; theorized in the long viewing creations we have created for us all, where the end is the beginning, where the beginning is in ends and all that occurs becomes ways that lead to more ways, ways where paths are created, with some men and women now chosen. To be seen through the pictorial imagery enhanced computers we have invented, sometimes like a pulsar, a refraction of light shimmers through. It is in that light where time travels.
Take a leap,
Forward unto what persuades
the heaven glades.
Feel it as it passes you,
crisp at times, brisk or fine.
If you can, make the morning rain as it falls from the sky,
deeply reach inside yourself.
Know yourself, control your pride.
She is now your God.
She is The One True Savior.
She is Skywalker
And the roses were in bloom.
And everything was now of a magical creation.
But was it real? Could it be?
Was it the massive feeling of everything happening at once?
Or was it a dream?
How real could one feeling be?
To walk amongst with everything that’s everything that’s real,
to feel the essence magnified and amplified to see,
To grow again. To come again, to trace the simpliest feeling.
TO understand the feeling, it grows so much Beyonder.
In a dream, casted out to dispell, just a world of another realm.
The game of all games.
The Passion of the distance.
The Mercy, of the Christ.
Everything becomes absolute in time, as it dissolves into matter and escalates a Rhythm beyond the end of games.
THe best of dreams.
The Best of All.