A Transcendental Review to Rukkanor’s Despartica Face One/Face Two

(The following is a response to a meditation conducted in the presence of Rukkanor Despartica Face One and Face Two.  It is a means by which I attempt to explain the reality it creates)

As another darkened dream flows down the never-ending assembly line.   As another darkened dream flows down the never-ending assembly line. Probing into a never-ending abyss.  Onward into the night.  As another darkened dream flows down the never-ending assembly line.   As another darkened dream flows down the never-ending assembly line.

Collections of thoughts dancing backwardsforwardforwardsbackwards into a feverish night.  Horizon.  As another darkened dream flows down the never-ending assembly line.  As another darkened dream flows down the never-ending assembly line.  The darkness offers no solace only darkness…..darkness…..darkness….nothingness inside of nothingness……a nightmare inside of a nightmare inside of a dark dream… As another darkened dream flows down the never-ending assembly line.  As another darkened dream flows down the never-ending assembly line.

There are reasons.  We have devised them.  Placed their paper thin, pale bodies upon the gaping nothingness. A band-aid upon a corpse.  We expected them to save us…..they will not.  They are us.  As another darkened dream flows down the never-ending assembly line.  As another darkened dream flows down the never-ending assembly line.  There is horizon.  We stare blankly.  We forget to remember and remember to forget.  As another darkened dream flows down the never-ending assembly line.   As another darkened dream flows down the never-ending assembly line.

A hall of endless mirrors.  Sounds……horizon…..sounds……a dark probing nothingness.  Because we have looked into the horizon.  Because we believe we have seen what is not there.  Because we reason it’s being into existence.  As another darkened dream flows down the never-ending assembly line.   As another darkened dream flows down the never-ending assembly line.

Flashes upon a darkened horizon.  We believe the change is truth and enlightenment.  But there is darkness and more darkness upon darkness and nothingness.  As another darkened dream flows down the never-ending assembly line.

As another darkened dream flows down the never-ending assembly line.

But there must be something else.   Because we have willed it.  Because we need it.  Because we have begged for it.  There are answers.  We clutch them tightly to our chests.  They do not explain the whirring darkness.  They simply allow us to forget to remember and remember to forget.  As another darkened dream flows down the never-ending assembly line.  As another darkened dream flows down the never-ending assembly line.

As another darkened dream flows down the never-ending assembly line.
As another darkened dream flows down the never-ending assembly line.
As another darkened dream flows down the never-ending assembly line.
As another darkened dream flows down the never-ending assembly line.

As another darkened dream flows down the never-ending assembly line.