Nothingness
The Knight Of The Swords
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I get some tormenting joy of being infinitely isolated from outer world.
I spend houres lost in thought, walking, and listening to Gregorian Chants or dark doom ambient.
In the my awarness of my total alienation from the false outer world,
In my extrem feeling of my own genuine, ontological opposition to the world, to people, to society i get something, wich i may cal transendental experiance.
Here, in my world, the true world, no man exists, no being, nothing but me and something unspeakable
Here something myserious faces me. Some forse that that is hidden deep inside of layers of fake being.
The God, the transcendance, the ultimate reality.
It feels like im in perdition, where my earthly being burns out, and my spririt comes to birth
Im waiting for a revelation.
And i feel its presents so near at me...
I spend houres lost in thought, walking, and listening to Gregorian Chants or dark doom ambient.
In the my awarness of my total alienation from the false outer world,
In my extrem feeling of my own genuine, ontological opposition to the world, to people, to society i get something, wich i may cal transendental experiance.
Here, in my world, the true world, no man exists, no being, nothing but me and something unspeakable
Here something myserious faces me. Some forse that that is hidden deep inside of layers of fake being.
The God, the transcendance, the ultimate reality.
It feels like im in perdition, where my earthly being burns out, and my spririt comes to birth
Im waiting for a revelation.
And i feel its presents so near at me...