The wonderland forest of blazing nothingness is a sacrificial beast, a pregnant beast, filled with worlds and souls. Conventional reality is the ash of its smoldering corpse. Poetic resonance is the rising smoke of its burning flesh. The mass of its reality is seized along with its shadow, unreality. They mix and become swollen with phantoms, its skin excreting the sweat of three dimensions moving in a linear continuum. The beast is slain by words of prayer, which carry corrosive number-letter codes throughout its body. Before its splits open and is consumed upon the fiery of sacrifice, its reflexes must be caught, bound, and sundued. Its heart blood can then be extracted as an offering, pulled from an emulsion of filth and piety, falling to neither side. The vowel drops of the words enter at the intersection point of the opaque lies and translucent truths, where semiformless froth hovers between the elements, spontaneously discharging poisons where the heart blood is concealed. The poison of broken universesturns empty reflection into the vicious golems that have been driven unsane, causing them to kill, steal, rape, and trade merit for vile excess. They are rendered helpless, dazed, near motionless as they dissolve into the ether. The haze obscures the liberating nectar of the cusp of its gates, but cannot diminish its purity even one iota. The mixture is boiled in its own agitation until its heart blood can be isolated. However this can only be accomplished prior to the effects of its toxins. As the dull weight of wordly power is subsumed in the feast of poetics, the matrix of letters is reborn. It speaks itself through renewed permutations in each detail of its ulterance. Through the dissolving haze broken static conceptions, its animating vowels coolesce of the crystalline dew. Their multiplicity fills immensity with pure sparkling illusion, constituting one non-existent drop-body shedding infinite enworlding peripheries that resonate endless echoing skins... each hungry to take itself as autonomous and "real". It is there that the unique root tikkun for each corruption solves the riddle of each displacement, at that place where nothingness caresses conceptual solidity, its skins dissolve back through the ground with which they were clothed. This seals the return its naked echoes never left. Ordinary conceptuality is an animal of sacrifice. It is laid upon the altar of contemplation, as the heat of aspiration blazes below it. Its associations boil, and subtle impressions rise. They dissipate, and fumes usurp the winds of relative meaning. Waves of incomprehensible vastness consume the sense of order. Streams release resonant mists, hovering beyond the grasp of identity and identification. The pearlescent sheen of wonder breaks through. Each drop opens a gate. Each becomes a pathway to one drop; a universal medicine for a desease of fragmentation. The blaze of secret mercury rides the razor's edge, distributed evenly in all things. A crystal tunnel carries the heart drop quintessence into the enworldment of vision. Its path spreads clarity from no-where to nowhere, touching nothing. Each drop-universe dawns as infinite overlapping permeabillities, suffusing wholeness by complete and total responsiveness. Its fingerprint is the mirror of specificity according to need. This is the dream of itself awakening, whose meaning eclipses the parade of its projections. A single reflexive dream is one dreaming itself as zero, as the zero dreams itself as one.
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