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Sweeping the surface
ripples
tranquillity in motion.


Something as puny as a droplet
can distort the whole plane.


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With time.


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I waited.

New Life for a Past Tense/
Matthew's Consecration


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This is to consecrate a hero,
a soul of a small man,
acknowledgement of things transpired.

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There's time stamped on my soul
years we've carried within.

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Of all things I value,
of all tracks that took us so far,
of landscapes we've long left behind us.

There still is meaning to be found.
That can't be undone.

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There's no me without you,
heads collided.

I wish I could still give you so much more.

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I never thought we'd really part.
Two steps back in time.

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Looking at you I dive through the years,
time engulfs, flows through me,

When did all this time pass?
When did we set off on paths so separate?
Such were our predestinations?

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For the years of our exigency, we needed each other worse.
One of us outgrew,
paths departed.

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Now the table lies empty.

A farm clatters desolate,
a jacket hangs never worn.


One day I will learn to shout after you.

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But together we were never alone, friend.

We weren't alone.

Expression is the only human magic to remain to date.
There are quite a few common beliefs.


'Art' dominates expression, includes written, visual and audible sectors. Sided by skill 'connect'.


Sound dominates. It has maybe the widest of systematic tables. It wields enormous power since its connection has the capability to become bidirectional even accidentally. Requires the feat of divine attune. Huge differences in natural resistance/vulnerability. Mass amplification through attainment.


Visual art is more powerful than writing to the maker. Touch magic, the effect is entwined in the casting. Non-target. Even low-level casters are seen as a mystic force, even if they had no real effect. Most of the power is illusionary and suggestive.


Writing is more powerful than speech. Writing is the most reliable solution. Touch magic, target self. High skill requirements for non-self targets. Writing is fettered by lingua - perhaps the most limited true possibilities for development.


Speech is more powerful than thought. Enables basic connect. Defines lingual properties. Employed as a tool for other fields. One day we will be free.


Thought is more powerful than instinct [sic]. Thought produces the most intensive expression. All expression is thought.


Instinct is an underlying force, surpasses thought. Instinctive expression is for some unknown reason seen as valuable and "pure" - even in cases artificially stimulated. Instinctive acts feel real. "Natural" magic.

Bullshitting is the basic force behind everything. Big conspiracy. Powered by half a dozen oxen. Produces what appears as expression, speech, thought and writing. Sometimes even a dominating power. Take this business seriously[sic].

Connecting is channelling. Skill of targeting. Connecting can amplify anything, works ubiquitously.

"The past is just practice."


"The problem with perspective is that it's bidirectional."


"And then the whispers begin."

Yellow leaves have began to conquer the pavement.
A tired gust of warm summer air.
The fall's here.


This moment alone is more beautiful
than what is to follow,
what preceded it.


I can finally behold it all with my new eye,
Watch the planes coexist and slide.

Soon it'll all be around again.
We never learn.

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(18:20:46) Sampsa Aslak says: Hell yeah
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My day.

11/7/2009

"At times come these moments...
It all becomes somewhat surreal.

The context: the time frame, the locus of a life parted.
Maybe not lost as such.
Just... Irrelevance.

What finds its meaning is the world within. Thoughts overlay the real, everything falls behind the transparency of the conflict at hand.

I just lose myself. Not like a daydreamer, nevertheless adrift. And none of it's euphoric. It's just the moment. It's the bubble that keeps you from realising that the real world would puch a hole in you.

My world moves a distance. The dimensions pan at its power. None of the strength is abundant, nor even at my disposal. I take a lean to the window, and zoom countless measures away from what surrounds me.

People, they're there. They're talking. It appears to me that I really don't care.

But now it's all back here to mock me again.

An unholy hypothesis unveiling once more."