Winding down into the synaptic-interface one comes to an opening and enters The Great Hall of Mirrors.
Faces......reflected in other faces........
One searches for their own face.....and can find only reflections.
.......children..........animals...........trees..........moving along......blending their edges........losing themselves in each other.
The Great Hall of Mirrors
Re: The Great Hall of Mirrors
Nice.toombaru wrote:Winding down into the synaptic-interface one comes to an opening and enters The Great Hall of Mirrors.
Faces......reflected in other faces........
One searches for their own face.....and can find only reflections.
.......children..........animals...........trees..........moving along......blending their edges........losing themselves in each other.
The feeling of entering the great hall of mirrors was the best thing since sliced bread.
On entry, i felt for the very first time, a sudden realization of being totally alone in the world and it felt sooooo mighty grand.
I love talking about nothing ...
it is the only thing i know anything about.
it is the only thing i know anything about.
Re: The Great Hall of Mirrors
toombaru wrote:Winding down into the synaptic-interface one comes to an opening and enters The Great Hall of Mirrors.
Faces......reflected in other faces........
One searches for their own face.....and can find only reflections.
.......children..........animals...........trees..........moving along......blending their edges........losing themselves in each other.
Yes, something like that……
Its merely like a giant balloon,
A sphere, full with white stream,
And there come and go,
Streaming something like
Shadows without essence
People, children, trees,
Animals, events from an old
Memories………..everything is dissloving
in each other............and something other emerge.........
…..everything is moving like in
A movie on the screen…….
......no borders, no definitions,......no words.........no thougths.............
