disneyOnce I was happy in happy extremes
Packing my bags for the path of the free
From pillar to post I am driven it seems
These bitter tokens are worthless to me...
Thirty thousand feet above nowhere we find ourselves on this journey to a land so very far far away. Everything below is fading to the blue end of the spectrum with tiny white fluffy clouds wander the fields of blue as so many sleep grazing upon the plains in some far off memory of when I was so much younger. The Earth passes beneath us so slowly as we soar to a land so long ago forgotten though when we set foot in this place the memories will come crashing down upon us in waves my some yet unnamed sea where time began. And so it is as this ship of the sky carries us to our destination and we, the steerage passengers of this great liner await the moment that we reach the port of our new place that we shall call home if only for a brief while...
And so it goes as I fill the moments of this voyage of discover with thoughts that span both time and space awaiting my bowl of gruel and tin of water for we do not have a first-class ticket on this ship and we shall not dine with the dignitaries nor shall we dances with royalty. We may hear the band play off in the distance like a dream like a dream that we shall soon awaken from though nothing more shall we hear above the pounding of the pistons and the hissing of the boilers. Even the voices of those we find ourselves packed in with is drown by rhythm of the machinery of the modern age. The stench of the coal and the sweat of the masses fill the air as the huddled masses sail in search of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness...
And the journey so on and on for what seems like an eternity while we look off into the distance and appear to be standing still. This feeble Twentieth Century mind has not adapted to seeing the world at this scale – it is so unnatural, so unreal, so surreal. This is a view that should only be seen by angels as they watch over us or the eagles as they soar in search of their daily bread. This is not a view that should be seen by the eyes of man...
And yet we sail on towards the end of the earth. We continue towards the jaws of the great beast that will devour us. We sail on toward the point that no maps will show – a point that has yet to be named by mortal men. We are the pioneers of this new frontier. We are those who have been given the task to claim the world for God and Country. We are the ones who will civilize the native populations. We are the ones entrusted to bring our visions of the world to this strange land...
And still we sail on into the unknown and the distant shores of our new beginnings are still unseen. The cries of, “Land, ho!” are still off in some future that we have not as of yet reached. And what this future hold for the weary travelers of both time and space? Will we find our El Dorado? Will we find our Fountain of Youth? Will we save the natives from certain damnation of church that they have not known? Will we find our Garden of Eden and live out our days in a paradise of our creation? Will we quietly live on against the faceless and nameless who have come before generation after generation throughout the history of this world? Only time will reveal the truth and will may never know the answer until we have long since passed. And such is the way of things for those who occupy steerage on this ship and so shall it be for those who will come after us generation upon generation that search for the meaning of all things in the world that we have not yet experienced...
“Land, ho!” is the cry that comes down from the crow's nest and our final destination is in sight though those of us who live this life in steerage still have not seen the land off in the distance. And so the time of our journey is quickly coming to an end and we will soon be strangers in a strange land. And we can only fantasize what the future holds for us as we set foot on the shore of our new reality. We will never fully know the implication of our setting foot on this pristine beach will have on our descendants. We will never fully know our place in the history of this universe. We will never the changes that will occur when we leave our footprints in the sands of time...
This is the Word of the AntiCrust...
Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...
Packing my bags for the path of the free
From pillar to post I am driven it seems
These bitter tokens are worthless to me...
Thirty thousand feet above nowhere we find ourselves on this journey to a land so very far far away. Everything below is fading to the blue end of the spectrum with tiny white fluffy clouds wander the fields of blue as so many sleep grazing upon the plains in some far off memory of when I was so much younger. The Earth passes beneath us so slowly as we soar to a land so long ago forgotten though when we set foot in this place the memories will come crashing down upon us in waves my some yet unnamed sea where time began. And so it is as this ship of the sky carries us to our destination and we, the steerage passengers of this great liner await the moment that we reach the port of our new place that we shall call home if only for a brief while...
And so it goes as I fill the moments of this voyage of discover with thoughts that span both time and space awaiting my bowl of gruel and tin of water for we do not have a first-class ticket on this ship and we shall not dine with the dignitaries nor shall we dances with royalty. We may hear the band play off in the distance like a dream like a dream that we shall soon awaken from though nothing more shall we hear above the pounding of the pistons and the hissing of the boilers. Even the voices of those we find ourselves packed in with is drown by rhythm of the machinery of the modern age. The stench of the coal and the sweat of the masses fill the air as the huddled masses sail in search of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness...
And the journey so on and on for what seems like an eternity while we look off into the distance and appear to be standing still. This feeble Twentieth Century mind has not adapted to seeing the world at this scale – it is so unnatural, so unreal, so surreal. This is a view that should only be seen by angels as they watch over us or the eagles as they soar in search of their daily bread. This is not a view that should be seen by the eyes of man...
And yet we sail on towards the end of the earth. We continue towards the jaws of the great beast that will devour us. We sail on toward the point that no maps will show – a point that has yet to be named by mortal men. We are the pioneers of this new frontier. We are those who have been given the task to claim the world for God and Country. We are the ones who will civilize the native populations. We are the ones entrusted to bring our visions of the world to this strange land...
And still we sail on into the unknown and the distant shores of our new beginnings are still unseen. The cries of, “Land, ho!” are still off in some future that we have not as of yet reached. And what this future hold for the weary travelers of both time and space? Will we find our El Dorado? Will we find our Fountain of Youth? Will we save the natives from certain damnation of church that they have not known? Will we find our Garden of Eden and live out our days in a paradise of our creation? Will we quietly live on against the faceless and nameless who have come before generation after generation throughout the history of this world? Only time will reveal the truth and will may never know the answer until we have long since passed. And such is the way of things for those who occupy steerage on this ship and so shall it be for those who will come after us generation upon generation that search for the meaning of all things in the world that we have not yet experienced...
“Land, ho!” is the cry that comes down from the crow's nest and our final destination is in sight though those of us who live this life in steerage still have not seen the land off in the distance. And so the time of our journey is quickly coming to an end and we will soon be strangers in a strange land. And we can only fantasize what the future holds for us as we set foot on the shore of our new reality. We will never fully know the implication of our setting foot on this pristine beach will have on our descendants. We will never fully know our place in the history of this universe. We will never the changes that will occur when we leave our footprints in the sands of time...
This is the Word of the AntiCrust...
Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...
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