Post by gypsy on Mar 30, 2024 17:19:44 GMT -5
She answered.
If not anything else, let me be understood as a curator, a guardian perhaps, but more so a collector, or a keeper, but only one responsible for a knaur of knowledge, any and all of it rooted and shot, in or out I know not, from a spark, like the lightning that first fired the Earth, within Her elements.
She sighed,
It was to become the green print of the blueprint. It was to revolve, even before the consciousness of Time ever was, until it spun a certain Star, one that was not near or far, for there was no such concept of this, nor of up or down, when it spiraled and it was resolved to evolve.
Time, as you know it, or could it be the human consciousness, the perception of it all, saw a sworded knight and too a sheathed daisy that swore, as they soared, to be each others ends and beginnings, satisfying plenty of whimsy.
She recalled,
And know that there is, as far as one can perceive, many a curator for many a collection or work, of many a wisdom.
Or is it…
And know that there is, as far as one can perceive man, a curator for man, a collection or work of man, a wisdom?
Are you following me?
Perhaps not.
She continued,
What of the Preparation?
The Preparation is both a verb and the subject matter, and it is also synonymous with preservation, the preserving of the Past as we ascertain it, in this here and now moment, even though it began once upon a time, and that was long ago.
Purposefully, much was left to rot, yet it remained somehow a-mulched, here, on Earth.
You are all recycled, she uttered.
(To be continued)
from the, Remains of Nothing
j-a c/2024
If not anything else, let me be understood as a curator, a guardian perhaps, but more so a collector, or a keeper, but only one responsible for a knaur of knowledge, any and all of it rooted and shot, in or out I know not, from a spark, like the lightning that first fired the Earth, within Her elements.
She sighed,
It was to become the green print of the blueprint. It was to revolve, even before the consciousness of Time ever was, until it spun a certain Star, one that was not near or far, for there was no such concept of this, nor of up or down, when it spiraled and it was resolved to evolve.
Time, as you know it, or could it be the human consciousness, the perception of it all, saw a sworded knight and too a sheathed daisy that swore, as they soared, to be each others ends and beginnings, satisfying plenty of whimsy.
She recalled,
And know that there is, as far as one can perceive, many a curator for many a collection or work, of many a wisdom.
Or is it…
And know that there is, as far as one can perceive man, a curator for man, a collection or work of man, a wisdom?
Are you following me?
Perhaps not.
She continued,
What of the Preparation?
The Preparation is both a verb and the subject matter, and it is also synonymous with preservation, the preserving of the Past as we ascertain it, in this here and now moment, even though it began once upon a time, and that was long ago.
Purposefully, much was left to rot, yet it remained somehow a-mulched, here, on Earth.
You are all recycled, she uttered.
(To be continued)
from the, Remains of Nothing
j-a c/2024