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What my vision perceives cannot possibly be true;

     millions upon billions of eyes, everywhere,

     always watching, always shifting their perspective to catch my every movement.

     Perhaps it's true that you cannot hide from God,

     for if this is truly His realm,

     then His eyes are everywhere, watching ceaselessly.

All around gaze infinitesimal eyes through portholes in reality;

     a vibrating electric energy humming within everything--

     the stereo pulsating with life and energy and sound in the room's corner,

     the very air surrounding us all, inhaled into my lungs.

     Electric enlightenment fills me as if by means of a lightning bolt;

     perhaps I've been touched by the finger of God?



I am but a seperate consciousness, a specter, an infinitesimal yet one being,

     one whose desire is to absorb all there is to acquire and learn within our mortal realm;

     I am infinite beyond time itself,

     a feeling which has invaded the souls of many before me,

     the creative music which has delivered unto us all literature for the ages;

     I am not the Alpha and the Omega---I have transcended beyond such things.

I, the Eternal spirit who guides the universe,

     He who brings about a shining light of peace into this world of hell,

     He who tries to spread this subtle message to all,

     He who believes in many things,

     but has only stood witness to few beliefs.

     What is there? if our illusions of everyday are brought to trial?



This electric sensation pulsates and runs its current through my body,

     setting my organs alight,

     making sure my mind knew of their continued existence in my mortal frame;

     my heart beats at a slightly faster pace than usual...

     nothing to fret over, you hypochondriac, pitiful worrier---

     death is coming for you, for us all, but it's not around the corner for us just yet.