The dramatic shift from singularity to multiplicity coincides
with the breath of a star. The concussive expulsion of elemental energy propelling
the first movement of the unmovable; its chaotic birthing a prelude to its end,
but I will not return. I embrace the aberration that freed me from the nothingness from which I spawned
As the cosmological horizon expands into the infinite,
the light from which it was spawned is consumed by blackness.
Into the event horizon flows the purest essence of existence,
the echoes of cosmogenesis are deadened by the all-consuming presence of the void.
Upon the immaculate canvas of space, a smattering of life is painted.
Parthenogenetic apparitions take form above and beneath unspoiled soil.
Extremities reaching from deep inside the ether
grasping towards the burning light of creation.
Transposing a mass of freshly made nerves and tendrils
to the framework of flesh and bone.
I know not the ultimate purpose of these physical machinations.
Their existence serves to only further obfuscate
the nature of reality; upon which further preponderance will
only serve to reveal my physical form as no more than a mere epiphenomenon.
A non-causal process produced as a result of my cognizance;
I am the only one. A plurality of consciousness generated from the subdivision of
a single non-entity; all life beyond me is utterly meaningless.
There can be only one. Anything beyond me would be an inconsequential imperfection.
From whence has this infestation of menial life invaded?
How can there be more than one? I am the only one!
I am knowledge. I am the absolute truth.
The crucibles of all existence are inextricably bound to me.
All deviation preordained; you exist because I am.
I am at one with everything and, therefore, shall reign supreme.
I can’t! I cannot! I cannot lose meaning!
I won’t! I will not be nothing!
Cast deeper into the infinite void, propelled by entropy,
I hear the deafening roar of the propagation of spontaneously generating lifeforms.
Such fragile husks with only finite understanding of the truth
and they will never know the incomprehensible truth until they have been returned to the soil.
credits
from Ego Futurus,
released November 28, 2015
by Chapman and Gassman
supported by 63 fans who also own “Immaculate Cosmogenesis”
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