What do you do... when the entire world... turns
upside down? Gravity reversed, once was rising now evermore falling, nevermore
to rise again, happiness into sorrow, light into shadow, water into flame,
pride into shame, pleasure into pain, beauty into disgust, clarity into
insanity, hope into despair, love into hatred, life into death, blessings into
damnation...?
What do you do... when something in possession
of the most unassailably sacrosanct essence and utmost angelic beauty,
something so priceless, so irreplaceable, something so unimaginably special
that it bares the capability to exist only once in not just one lifetime, but
infinite lifetimes, something to be born only once in the midst of all
eternity, is miraculously born in your lifetime, during your embodiment of
consciousness, discovering your existence, coming into your being and
performing a spiritual union with your soul, invoking omnipresent divinity in
your life with omnipresent Heaven light, and inducing the most steadfast will
to rejoice in the greatest extent of gratitude and beatitude for a life-long
period of enlightenment... then, is intently, maliciously obliterated from the
face of the universe by the darkest, most malevolent entities of Hell, evermore
condemned into an eternal negation of existence, to nevermore resurrect from
the nothingness of its infernal extinction, inflicting a perpetual calamity of
merciless, incapacitating grief, disbelief, anxiety, mental devastation, and
incurable emotional contamination, procreating the everlasting morbid echoes of
decadent prayers and relentless lamentation of mindless desperation from the
voice of collapsed lungs, shredded vocal cords, and shattered knees,
despondently yet ceaselessly bestowed onto the winds of indifference, from the
most immeasurable depths in vastness of the purity of your soul, until the
arising of death...?
What do you do... when you have the most
inexpressibly beautiful, realistic dream of your life, a dream of the most
invincible tranquility, the most sparkling and placid of seas, the brightest,
most luminous sun, moon, and stars, the bluest, most serene of skies, the
whitest and softest of clouds, the most perennial and invulnerable of trees,
the greenest, most gentle of grass, the reddest, most thornless of roses, the
largest and most yellow of sunflowers, the most lavender and basal of irises,
the lightest, most soothing of winds, the most continuous and humble of smiles,
and where the deepest, most sincere desires of your heart are all summoned to
life simultaneously before your very eyes, illuminating the ubiquitous, ever
radiant bliss of a paradise that could be born only from the incantations of
the most unfathomably pure and spellbindingly beautiful angel in existence
within and metaphysically beyond the entire infinite cosmic universe... only to
watch the dream, in the most blinding flash of epileptic abruptness, vanish
into the far unknown corners of the universe as the dream executioner of cold
reality viciously and noxiously tears through the substratum of the conscious
mind, and even if the forbearance of mercy had, in fact, met the will to
restrain from the very eradication of your capability to dream, or fall into
merely an ordinary state of slumber, the very selfsame angelic dream is
evermore forbidden by all omnipotent transcendental entities to return in any
aspect of your cognizance, discernment, or visual penetration, nevermore to
arise from exilic oblivion, for the remainder of the sempiternal existence of
your soul...?
What do you do... when you are slowly ascending
an infinite staircase with a direct course to the gates of Heaven, gazing upon
them in your immediate sight as you continuously ascend in the midst of the
smooth pink skies and the constant motion of the whispering, light yellow
clouds, never removing your sight from the colossal golden gates that stand as
such a near destination, but in spite of the countless, repetitive steps you
take, you are ignorantly ascending with no further approach to the entrance,
never drawing the gates nearer or yourself nearer to the gates as you walk up
the staircase, being unconsciously trapped within the motionlessness of
infinity’s motion, with no capability or possibility to ever reach your
destination, yet never altering your fixation from the golden, lustrous serenity
of Heaven’s gates and the sacred realm of white light that shines behind it
with deliberate conspicuous indication, never blinking, never losing
determination, never intending to relinquish the dream, the absolute dominance
of your being, of walking through the gateway and embracing the ever
envelopment of the light... but somewhere amongst the disturbance, deviation
free ascension, you are abruptly deviated from your ascent, and as if from
nowhere, an unforeseen wind of the most powerful vehemence knocks you off the
staircase, and now, you are no longer walking, no longer climbing, but
descending, falling, feeling the pressure of the air from under you, flowing
not around you, but through you, penetrating you from within, lifting you in
your descent, as you fall, forever fall, but gravity seeming nonexistent, as if
you are floating in mid-air, the vertical distance between you and the gates of
Heaven not able to increase, not moving you any lower, the horizontal distance
between you and the gates of Heaven no more or less from when you were walking
upon the infinite staircase, unchanged, unaffected, consciousness finally
meeting the incapability of distance modification and control from the
indifference between ascent and descent, the only power possessed being to
induce movement in the eyes, limbs, and torso, and in spite of it all, never
are you deprived you from your fixations, the once embarked journey, the now
deserted infinite staircase, and the original destination, the bright, glowing,
golden gates to eternal enlightenment that stand so near, yet so far from your
sight, as the staircase now stands, right beside you, incapable of being
approached in spite of how far you reach, the efforts you impel, never bringing
the staircase nearer or yourself nearer to it, nevermore can you resume the
prior engagement of your journey in its conceivable action, the prior pursuit
of the light, and evermore are you incapable to initiate actuation of distance
towards or from the staircase or the gates of Heaven, evermore condemned to
endlessly anticipate when and if you will ever plunge into the blackness and
fire pits of Hell, to free you from your icy prison, but nevermore to be given
euthanasia from consciousness, nevermore to be released from your frozen eternity
inside the ice of infinity...?
Witness the supernova of the brightest, most
unsurpassably gargantuan star in the endless abyss of the universe and fall
into the ineludible gravitational pull of the supermassive black hole it
becomes. Evermore will your disintegrated soul dwell within the gravitational
imprisonment... Nevermore will you escape the singularity...
Welcome to the most unspeakable bottomless pit
of excruciating terror and eternal damnation.
Welcome to the realm of EverNevermore.
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