Spacetime lays an airy symposium for matter to propagate through, while matter in resonance tells the master of the trances where to curve, how to lay a submission to the rigidities in geometry. It hadn’t been long since the airy symposium was one synonymous with the concept of aether, as the world functions in different entities at war with each other. Fusion? Leave that to the rationalist’s take on matter, for the remnants of physicality seemed to cease to jump from a state to the other. Then the doctrine of the quantum rose, leaving the elaborate cosmology of a geometrical manifold obsolete. Under what circumstances would such a mammoth in the world of the world itself, reality, seem to be in submission of the quantum propagation? Seemingly, there is no collective identity. None that a physicist could map down, or track its velocity without losing his sanity or clarity. What was there, was everywhere. What the perceivers of this catastrophic reality never realized was……

The dawn, the same awakening. Familiar to us- the concept of a divine intervention and the assumption that an entity as God would be a hollow version of our spirited existence, a meta-entity behind these uncomprehensible steady-state parables. When the priest lays his hand on the Bible, he is a mark of the marks. He makes a mark in honor of this monarchy of mark, leaving an almost superficial rumination of action and reaction; nothing could’ve reached the perimeter of what peace entails us with, never substance but mere presence. Of what is there, there is similar to what we categorize as there, in the form of beliefs.

In the form of beliefs.

Collision.

Has anyone ever told you that intimidation shields the beam of the EM-spectrum in intention of making a halo out of your eyes?