The Catapult Into Universe, And The Width Of Eternity Through Vacuum Of Space

LORD VALENTINO SPALDING

The Catapult Into Universe, And The Width Of Eternity Through Vacuum Of Space

Under the moment things might seem to be interesting and under control but when you actually look at where you stand and pick up the tools needed to perform an action you will sometimes encounter those moments of complete darkness that you never thought would enter your mind. The feeling of having all power in the world but not using it for your own advantage. Or the feeling of being in control but only momentarily or during that short moment where you have no time or are not there just a split second, like that song of yours, the whistling song you figure out while cleaning your kitchen that never seem to popup on your mind. If only you had bought that recorder so that you would capture that very moment, that perfect hit you had on your lips.

 

The feeling of not being able to achieve anything, strangled and supressed by your peers. The environments brutal ignorance of your dreams and ideas. Those perfect ideas that will influence the world in a positive direction. A bit like the mad scientist that fled the oppressor and entered a place where he could fulfil his dream. The scientist who created a weapon so powerful that even man is out of proper placement to comprehend its infernal energy usage through just mare metaphors and under obligation by authorities unknown to man.

 

The destructive terror that awaits those who raise against the forces of universe to demonstrate their inner colour. Through whose hands only a few can enter. The door which to man seem impossible to open.

 

Only a king would draw the sword out of the stone that one day will just be a tool of harvest. The symbol of peace and justice. That awaits man of good heart and mind. These underlying aspects can be reached through only a few. Those who's heart and mind are fixed on doing what is right, and the professor who wins the race is the one who keeps pushing forward. In eternity.

 

The dream and vision of the night that takes you through space and time. Into the unknown. The vast universe above that indulges your mind. Stars that creates clusters looking like angels. Pictures of spirit creatures looking like men but expanding outwards toward eternity. That moment when you thought you saw everything but as your prospect enraptures the expanding view of a widened mind you finally realise only a particle of what you thought was right is true, and inside a cell lives a cell. Inside a hart lives a hart and the brain who thinks of brains and can see the woman or man of your dreams walking through the garden, taking action. Stretching her hand out to you in a cluster of white fog.

 

On green grass she awaits you.