“Theology I can bring myself to study no more. I long to take nature to my heart, that nature before whose depth the faint-hearted theologian shrinks back; and with nature man, man in his entire quality.” (- Ludwig Feuerbach) the thing itself is all there is beholding itself in sentient glee in its vast and baffling windings containing all infinity nihilissimus manifold nothing the purging of the damned even the leptons have been conquered conquered by decay yet here I am I sink therefore I am for a given value of “I” and a given value of “am” a boundless light expands, creating a flame, to burn the castles in the sky go chase your clouds, only shrouds are waiting I stay below to watch things grow, as do I nothing is “for” anything else nothing is anything else actually nothing is “to be” is a lie a blasphemy against the very heart of existence and the engine of entropy implying stasis - immutability - should be believable or even conceivable in the beginning there was heat exchange and that’s all there will ever be until heat dies at the end of all things from tiny discrepancies in homogeneity sprang - unbelievably - absolutely everything there is to see a boundless light expands, creating a flame to burn the castles in the sky what more gargantuan mystery can you demand seriously than the sheer existence of existence gracing every level of infinity what could possibly transcend this world too big to comprehend what else is the universe than self-contained divinity the thing itself is all there is beholding itself in sentient glee in its vast and baffling windings containing all infinity what god do you think to find beyond a cosmos with no outside why is “everything” not enough for you why concoct more poison for the already blind - solo - Fountainhead don’t worship me unless you worship everything don’t reject me unless you reject everything don’t worship god we burn that bridge when we get to it and least of all worship yourself alone I stand on a mountain of dead selves everything to gain everywhere to go barely worthy of this dirt that holds me up this most exalted Below phenomenal complexity wherever you look - literally crushing sublime buds of truth underfoot in myriads, with every bumbling step spare me these laughable fantasies inane projections of wannabes that exceed the infamy of denying the true size of reality presumptuous claims of ownership of randomly made-up divinity you still dare to stand there like a boil oozing atter in between me and the cosmos that bore me spraying your vacuous lies-over-matter over all I hold dear please, just ignore me as you force me to forever ignore you I and this Great Beast which you so despise are one adore me abhor me doesn’t matter just please move a little out of my sun all we could possibly need has always already been there it’s so mind-bogglingly simple that it’s obviously beyond us don’t need your judgement, not your blessing your heaven’s so small and full of despair salvation beckons, bland and depressing a charade of vain and hollow lies, your prayers anathema awakening it’s the twilight of the charlatans its demented feckless courtesans still screaming as they walk off the cliff anathema awakening it’s the twilight of the charlatans this I know in the afterglow of a cremated paradigm when cleansed of godly grime what’s left isn’t much but more than enough to the clairvoyant mind to merge free and sublime with the erratic beautiful pulse that’s creating all space and time - solo - Fountainhead those phantom “they” you always forced to bear the blame of the world, I’ll be them forever while rabid prophets froth and revel in lies, the ties through soul and flesh shall sever where fake messiahs spawn the devil I shall rise for I am he forever forever