Micolus the Colossus

I realize then and there that i'm nothing but a figment of someone, or something's, imagination. That every word I speak, including these ones right in this very moment, are merely products of the collective mind. The collective mind was once a conjoined being before time and space emerged through the big bang roughly 15 billion years ago. It was chaos, or entropy, that caused it to dissolve and the battle has yet not ceased. Entropy will ultimately come out victorious as every single particle will be separated from one another and it is futile to resist it. However the tide will once again turn and again will positive energies take over and we will once again be part of the collective whole. Entropy is what we call satan. Note that I'm not argueing that that alone makes it(him) evil.

As I walked home from my dad's apartment after once again seing Real Madrid lose the annual battle, I accomplished many things. Seeing that it was dark and past midnight, the streets were mainly abandoned. There were of course the occasional loner wandering, but none of them seemed to notice me. I jumped several obstacles which I would normally not even consider attempting, however, that is not to say that the altitudes reached were the least bit impressing, but nevertheless it made me feel good. I also saw how the collective thinking of mankind could only lead to its downfall and how our lives, individually, were contingent upon how conformoristic we were. I spat at our crystalline world and attempted to contact satan, although that in its superficial form is impossible, simply the act of self indulgence leads to a state of higher consciousness. Or at least the illusion of a higher consciousness.




adieu