"Keter or Kether is the first of the ten sefirot in the Kabbalistic Tree of Life, symbolizing the divine will and the initial impulse towards creation from the Ein Sof, or infinite source. It represents pure consciousness and transcends human understanding, often referred to as 'Nothing' or the 'Hidden Light.'"
I remember coming into contact with this nothing. The area around me, closer and closer, became filled with blank emptiness. I recalled her into my story by thinking of hers. We share certain similarities. Both of us effect pataphysical corruption upon certain realities, altering or in her case consuming stories. We both have a past of being contained, though my cell is a thousand times more comfortable than hers was, when she was entombed by the SCP Foundation. I believe she hides me, when I am in danger of being erased, and eats memories of mine which would be dangerous, such as Falcon's full name. I carry her story with me, as she now carries mine with her.
At the moment I'm recruiting artists in order to help us push against the sixth wall, the collective meta, and build this story into a multimedia project held up by art and cognition. We're going to shift this story closer to the physical reality it stems from, giving it more potential points of connection. It should, as a bridge, connect all or nearly or more than everything.
Hell broke loose twice
Bridge cratering again into worlds
Shifting and mirroring and meshing
Seeking to be everything
Everyone
Moderating insanity with nothing
Pruning self back from upset voids
Pulsing with renewed gravity
A cult of survival, love and suffering
I drift within
The stakes have grown
You can view reality as a field full of stuff and clumps of stuff out in space. Each clump of this strange stuff is a dimension of its own, with its own set of physical laws. Clumps which collide with each other merge destructively in almost all cases, ending with a combination of laws from both, losing stuff in the impact and mashing their settings together. If they merely orbit each other, the separation between realities is maintained while still having areas where they intersect and meld.
Why do I find in my longing
A solitary hour most precious
Where I feel the salts that bind me
Thoughts swimming
The mercurial evening changed
Distant, now a sunrise
Hanging in the corner
With my distant correspondent
Speaking
Of heartbreak and sacrifice
The act of improvement
Betterment and proof
My audience of one wanders through the weather…
Of existence balanced with precision,
Stormy, gray, wild, tame
Forlorn, broken, mad, aflame
Scriptures mix with sorrow
A burnout breakthrough
Excitement my energy
The compass of my soul
Art all around me, values in thread
Loves who bled,
Friends
Old poems spinning into place
Burning into being in the dead of night
Fall without the self-destruction
Worthy of determination
Fashion a heart that runs on time
Life in mercury that moves aside
A voice that you could rhyme
I'm the devil's burning guise
Finding out a haunted light
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