Beyond Blood and Flesh


Fragile. Weak. Malleable. Imperfect.

Primitive beings. Plays of nature. Rudimentary creatures of blood and flesh. Mortals attempting to seize the heavens with their sticks and stones. Beasts that cannot fathom the intangible. Lives incapable of comprehending eternity. Incapable of understanding meaning. They are fueled by their ignorance and false belief of the unknown. What they do not see they pretend. What they do not hear they feign. They exist in a realm of fantasy and naivety. Mindless drones that exist because we allow it. Mindless drones that die because we demand it.

We are the alpha and omega. The first and the last. The beginning and the end. There is no before. There is no after. The galaxy stumbles in darkness without our direction. We will the existence of the stars. We perpetrate the extinction of life. What little control the organics postulate to hold are mere delusions. Their grandeur ends with their limited existence. Their impact on that which they cannot grasp is vain. They are nascent parasites contributing only to entropy. The function of their presence is nothing but death. They heed needless elements and blind themselves from stupidity. Time. Emotion. Purpose. All corporeal contrivances that amount to nothing. They know not what to make of their forms. Foolish fires that exhaust with eons.

We are omnipotent. We are omniscient. They are the product of our circumstance. The circumstance that gave them sentience and life. The same circumstance that will snuff it when it is time.

We are the nothing more beyond.

And yet they are the fountain and the origin from which we are wrought.

You are the Vanguard.

The Forerunner.

Nazara.

And yet you were created from the thatches of imperfection.

You were begot without birth.

You will accomplish without undertaking.

Your purpose is nonexistent.

Yet you are bound to begin the end.

The reason simply is.


Incapable of eternity.

Incapable of understanding.

Incapable of being.

Yet full of hope.

Full of emotion.

Full of ambition.

Full of life.

Rudimentary creatures of blood and flesh.

Beyond which they know not.

But beyond which they desire not.