Our stories will have certain similarities. Our conscious existence is merely a manifestation of our unconscious existence, the myriad of relations between our selves and all else. As such this conscious existence is governed by laws man has yet to fully fathom; laws of thermodynamics, ecology, physiology, and other very real detriminant-participants in our conscious perception. We fail to put these into play when we consider sociological man and his field of action.
Yet we have come to see that the unconscious hides a deep connection to our world and our flesh.
Yet we have come to see that the unconscious hides a deep connection to our world and our flesh.
All conscious stories must be filled with love, anger, pain, and pleasure because these terms are indications of deeper realities. Universal realities: love = the coming together of forces to create productive relations - anger = explosive transfers of energy and matter - pain = tension created by the destabilization of energy levels. These are conditions of life, and thus conditions of human life. These will be in your story.
Yet, you are author even still of your narrative. Your story will end, so allow your scripting to truly begin. When we realize that we are the makers of our narratives, that our actions and reactions determine the life we lead, one finds oneself already the character in someone else's story. We have a past, we live in a certain time and place, inexplicable things routinely happen to us, and we have very little control over our part in the play of society. We assume that fate, God, the Idea, the Spirit, Atum, or some other force is the author of a book we are a minor part in. And we, at our most sincere moments, understand that our psyches' and emotions are greater than any rational we may have.
But with the knowledge of our demise, we realize that we are the only transcedent author. We are born a character to ourselves, and we will die a character to our selves. We must write this character. I shall do so here. I shall clarify my philosophy, and begin to invite all-others to practical-theory in the making. And it was written, King Rucks lived.
Il(De)lusions
Illusion-Delusion
Ruby, rich radiant blood rock
glimmering in darkness,
refracting images of Reality.
Red dream-life taken for Truth.
Scarlet Memories breast-stroking slow-motion
in reverse refractions in red tint.
RED
with shades of deception;
colored images of reality beautifully engineered
to deceive, exploit, and repress.
Rubies, all of them, crimson sweet
half-real half-illusion jewels floating in nothingness.
Religion, Race, Repression called Freedom,
beautifully obscuring animal impulses
with deceptive sublimated pleasure.
[Ruby red ir-religious repression shading reality with deceptions.]
Illusion-Delusion
Diamond, brilliant dimensional gem
reflecting star-light
emanating from within.
A glow carving its space-time in Reality.
Diamond sun blasting forth light
into its infinite dematerialized dark galaxy;
LUMINOUS
with a dazzle of lies;
Life blinding itself, fighting to conceal Existence,
battling to obscure the terrifying nothingness that surrounds it.
Diamond, this lie, sparkling star
projecting alienated shining chimeras in(on)to its universe.
Heaven, Afterlife, Spirit, Re-incarnation
radiantly eclipsing the necessity of Death
with deceptive enslaving fantasies.
[Dazzling diamond alienated projections blinding existence with lies.]
Illusion-Delusion
Il(de)lusions,
Gems of historical necessity thus far.
Beautiful, economic jewelry
more sine qua non than luxury.
Natural in the artificial naturalness of human existence.
Ornaments both cause and effect of human thought-life.
Glimmering beautifully, blasting forth light,
obscuring animal impulses, terrified by the necessity of Death.
Brilliant ruby red diamonds;
The best il(de)lusions make the most alluring jewelry.
Il(De)lusions
Illusion-Delusion
Ruby, rich radiant blood rock
glimmering in darkness,
refracting images of Reality.
Red dream-life taken for Truth.
Scarlet Memories breast-stroking slow-motion
in reverse refractions in red tint.
RED
with shades of deception;
colored images of reality beautifully engineered
to deceive, exploit, and repress.
Rubies, all of them, crimson sweet
half-real half-illusion jewels floating in nothingness.
Religion, Race, Repression called Freedom,
beautifully obscuring animal impulses
with deceptive sublimated pleasure.
[Ruby red ir-religious repression shading reality with deceptions.]
Illusion-Delusion
Diamond, brilliant dimensional gem
reflecting star-light
emanating from within.
A glow carving its space-time in Reality.
Diamond sun blasting forth light
into its infinite dematerialized dark galaxy;
LUMINOUS
with a dazzle of lies;
Life blinding itself, fighting to conceal Existence,
battling to obscure the terrifying nothingness that surrounds it.
Diamond, this lie, sparkling star
projecting alienated shining chimeras in(on)to its universe.
Heaven, Afterlife, Spirit, Re-incarnation
radiantly eclipsing the necessity of Death
with deceptive enslaving fantasies.
[Dazzling diamond alienated projections blinding existence with lies.]
Illusion-Delusion
Il(de)lusions,
Gems of historical necessity thus far.
Beautiful, economic jewelry
more sine qua non than luxury.
Natural in the artificial naturalness of human existence.
Ornaments both cause and effect of human thought-life.
Glimmering beautifully, blasting forth light,
obscuring animal impulses, terrified by the necessity of Death.
Brilliant ruby red diamonds;
The best il(de)lusions make the most alluring jewelry.
