Reason

In my mind I live as an explorer.

Taking naught but the beauty of the truth I believe as a candle before me, I stray into the darkness of questions never asked to see things no man has seen.

Machina Celestia

“For my part I know nothing with any certainty,

 but the sight of the stars makes me dream”

-Vincent Van Gogh

Excavation.

I believe we are all looking for answers to questions we don’t understand.  In the search for these answers we find satisfaction and happiness, but in the search for these questions we find the truth about ourselves.

Echoes.

And so, with the creak and strain of iron breaking caked rust and seeing for the first in years the break of day, this ancient thing awakes.  And as weary eyelids break the habit of their hibernation, they look on a world overcome by the strange, the beautiful, the unknown.

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Recalling the notes that once ushered forth in fluid fragrance of thought from this now frail and ragged form, it screams a jagged, deafening yawp. For the beast knows what it is to be a monster left behind by the world, and it will make the very earth recall its name.