Adonikam

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One shivers. The lines that make up this world, strewn out like the parallel crops under a watching sky aren't all what they seem. A screen of pixels replaces a 'reality' with one which is at a lower resolution, yet each speck of that existence holds just as much a lie as it's envelope. The closer you gaze at this grid, the more realistic things become. Representations of codes are comparable to visual recognition through instinct.



A shiver courses it's way through one's flesh, much like shimmers of sound through air, muscles spasm and convulse. A disorientation of orientation, the module inside pulls the strings of it's link and a curtain is shaken. Who can see through that veil of the conscious lie? Those who look behind themselves and realize that they are once again just looking forward will conclude that sight is but a trap for the mind to indulge blissfully and ignorantly. Where lies the trail out? Not back, forwards, up, no dimensional representation that we know will aid the awakening from the dream that is consciousness. Who's aware? What is awareness, not sight of simulation, defiantly not. You know what they tell you, you see what they show you. The rat born in the maze knows not it's position in the room, the laboratory, nor the experiment in which it's fate exists.



This page is perhaps a piece of the key which leads beyond this labyrinth of simulations. Each disturbance shows the truth. You will not likely know the relevance of creation within a media-dominated, market controlled, genre simplifying, stereotyping flat existence. We're all the same, right? We're all glued to that box? ALL? Do not look at the box, but through it; and you'll realize that everything in this world is just an image on a screen itself. I aim to divide sights of distance and horizons by the close margin at which you gaze coldly and life-less at this screen. Near, far, impossible, possible. You set your own limits and here I'm trying to break mine. Endless is a mind in creation, but flat is the medium many choose to represent themselves. Seek not to use the things at arms length as tools, but the endless shapes at the edge of a mind's gaze, the black shifts of abstract mass, the distant shadows of noise and utter tumult that shift endlessly beyond the horizons of dimensions known.



Zac Richards

[Adonikam]



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