Movement

You stand in the middle of the room and you see nothing. You hear
the deafening silence emanating from all around. The complete absence
of noise causes the ears to ring with an overwhelming sound. Nerves
with nothing to stimulate them sending random impulses to the brain,
which interprets them as pure static, the noise of nothing.

Through the open window pours the blinding light of the outside world
as it explodes into view. The eyes receive more data than any computer
could accurately interpret. Light reflected by the colors of trees,
ground, air, bounced to the back of the eye, and relayed to the brain.
Synapses firing at more than twice the speed of sound. The rain outside
is pouring, drinking up the dry ground. Light glistens off a million
water droplets refracted and split into an infinite series of colors
moving at different speeds with different wavelengths altered by
something as insignificant as a molecule composed of two atoms of
hydrogen and one oxygen.

The world rotates 90 degrees and the wall watches the rain fall
sideways splashing on the dirt sending fragments of dust too small for
the eye to see into the heavens. The world rotates 90 degrees and
standing in the heavens looking downward upon the world, the eyes are
again assaulted with the twinkling of stars billions of years away. The
random flashing of the lights in the sky take on patterns that you can
stare at forever. Looking back down at the earth, the rain falling from
the sky begins its journey through a million different paths to the
ocean. Some through the streams and rivers, the mouths of animals
evaporating and falling again. All over and over, reused forever,
recycled by nature.

Lightning dances across the universe, electrons moving from place to
place, the natural energies of creation in their own pattern
maintaining balance?equilibrium.

Time rotates 90 degrees and the universe slows to compensate. The
galaxies slow in their orbits of microscopic pieces of dust. Stars
freeze in their tracks as collapsed systems pull them apart. Creation
folds in on itself as grains of sand grind to a halt. Light bends to
the will of a butterfly flapping its wings thousands of years in the
future.

Lightning leaps across time as the energies of God find themselves at
the beginning of time, and converge at the point of mutual
annihilation.

Time and space stand on end as light and energy and matter retreat to
the farthest corners of themselves. Time folds in on itself and the
creation bears witness to the end of the universe. All is racing
towards oblivion.

I sit watching the words before me, wondering at the mastery of
everything. I rise and rotate 180 degrees and pick up the gun lying in
front of me. Squeezing the crescent moon of the trigger time slows to
adjust for the speed of the bullet as it rotates an infinite number of
degrees on its path down the barrel of the gun. The bullet never
finishes its course as the forces of the universe converge on this
single point. Lights? energy? focus?time? spinning on four axes?

Watch the waves of the world fold beneath you. See humanity in its vain
struggle to find meaning to life. See the patterns in the chaos.
Thousands of souls moving in one common river, maintaining one rhythm
pushing against the will of all the others. Swirling in a turbulent
flood of nothing.

Watch the meaninglessness of it all and understand nothing more than
when you started. The river flows until the billions of souls spill
over the edge into oblivion. What does it all mean?

Give me a clue before I throw my life off the edge of the cliff and
plunge into the abyss. Show me the way through the flood, before I
become one of these twisted stories I write.

The lizard has no teeth and the lamb has no spine. The bear's claws
are sunk deep into the flesh of the fatted calf, and the children cry
out that the sky is falling. The dead corpse of the lion rises to sing
sad songs of ones that have gone on before. Watch the bones of your
ancestors scream in agony and cry out for vengeance. They have disowned
you.

The animals all run away in terror. The ground swallows the sick and
the weak that can't run fast enough.

He stands on a mountain far away watching creation fall apart and a
smile comes to his lips. The inner fire, the fury of the earth consumes
itself as he watches from on high.

"Give the lion back his teeth, and he will prey upon the weak."

Watch the people die.

Watch them die.

Watch them drop, like flies.

Worthless?

All is vanity?there is nothing new under the sun? the sun falls out of
the sky and crushes its children beneath it.

Light the heavens on fire, consume the universe in a fervent heat.
Spill the blood of the innocent into the cups ready for the greedy lips
of angels and demons.

Strike out at everything, become the chaos? let that which you cannot
kill, kill you and move on into nothing?

Let loose your anger, drop the walls that they have built around you.
Kill them?kill them all

Kill the children, the adults, the sick, the weak, the hungry, the
strong, the maimed, the already dead? raise them from their graves and
burn their remains.

Burn the world. Burn the heavens. As it falls, aide it in its self
destruction.

Curse God and die?

A dead body lies on the floor blood gushing from a wound to the head.
The universe pouring out with it. Time and space no longer exist. One
man is insignificant. All is vanity. The world doesn't exist. Only our
minds make it so. Forget the world. See the movement.

Follow the degrees of movement