27.10.08
DreamWorld
Us -- me, the writer and you the reader -- we are both knowledgeable of that thinest of lines which separate Dream from Nightmare. A Dream is a state of abstraction. It is oftimes excellent, supreme, wonderful or beautiful in form or context. It exists as a thing of hope or aspiration: it is all of which a Nightmare is not. Should a Nightmare be called terrifying, would not a dream be situated in position opposed exact? The wickedest thing of the Dream as it concerns it's inception into status of WORLD is that it's surface position to the Sun, or light source of it's galactical confines, in like-manner to most celestial planets, renders it incapable of egalitarian lighting. And so, the object of DreamWorld, given it's extreme status of boxification and cybornetic bastardization by the Gen-Centric Creatures of it's Ideological Inception, is inequally incapable of distributing what is derived of the products of Light, and what exists of the products of Dark. Little-known to most, the DreamWorld was altered at the axis point, so that a large potion of that planet was forever devoid of the illumination that was so traditional of their photosynthetic existence. DreamWorld is thus a constant Dream for the few, and as a result of this excessive photosynthetic greed, a Nightmare for the most. A median majority of this metaphysical planetory principality experience a constant dawn, or daybreak, with varying intervals of nightfall and daybreak. Such folk are mostly never left in complete dark. Because of this, they are more-so drawn towards the light, and it's Master's of dwelling, in terms of principal and nostalgic sensibility. Such peoples are not unlike the socialistically defined "petit-bourgeoisie".
DreamWorld: is it in definition something even remetely other than the Democracy of this Sixth Dimension? Only a person engaged in constant, bitter, violent conflict with her or his own boxicle Warlords can answer this question in any of the vastly varying manners of truth...
DreamWorld: is it in definition something even remetely other than the Democracy of this Sixth Dimension? Only a person engaged in constant, bitter, violent conflict with her or his own boxicle Warlords can answer this question in any of the vastly varying manners of truth...
The Box
The Box is a container typically constructed with four sides perpendicular to the base and often having a lid or cover. The Box represents a barrier, into which are held, shipped and stored objects that, when proxied literal, are formed of matter, and, when proxied metaphysical, are as concreate and palpable as subparticles of data. The Box is all around you, witholding your literal and metaphysical faculties within it's packaged sensibilities. Your mind, soul, and body, in shape, are crudely moulded into the boxicle shape of your at-this-point existence. None can escape the Box who are exposed to it's lustre. The Box is your shelter, into which you have been hidden, and protected, you whole life. The Box is a recurring symbol; the recurring symbol of the Box is the strength of it's purpose. The most influential objects in your posession are children of The Box. The Television; it is the tool of global deceit, whereby the thoughts and ideas of the Boxicle Perpetrators are communicated on a mass scale. The box of your environment encages you; your four corners compact your intellectual growth and conform your cognitive reality into a series of neat packages; the design of your city pay homage to the box, and it's rectangular cousins; the boxicle essence is inescapably run amuck. The box cannot be opened or acutely rearranged from within. It is The Hand of the Supreme Sentinal -- he is the Master -- he opens and closes your atmosphere to light, or dark, and may place you at moutaintops, or cast you spinning into the open sea's. You know not when it is dark or dusk, wet or dry; the contraption of your captive realism perverts your inward-boxicle movements, and supports your roboticism, and makes your physical and metaphysical limbs confined, diminutive, less-than-flesh. Can you be truly called a conscious being, you who have been so demoted in terms of your conscious ability of locomotion? Beings that more-than-machine may be found merged into the box. The boxicle rendition is upon you; less you flee it, it shall be the device of your burial into the warm embrace of the spherical earth -- your Mother -- who will woe the day of your cenception at your Deathday. The Box, as concerns nature and estutivity and sense and reason of the true and creative God-beast of homo-sapien, is wick-ed...
The Motif of Mask and Mech: "Tripple-M"
A motif is defined as a recurring thing, for lack of a better word. It could be anything, recurred in any medium; one may find an example of a motif in a film. Suppose there was a movie about a pair of hitch-hikers in twentieth-century Aboriginal Australia. To connote, perhaps, the underlying aura of "death" as concerns the female main character, the color red may be seen as a visual motif, or recurring theme, as displayed in the costume-designer's choice of clothing for that character; the character wears red clothes to foreshadow incidents surrounding death. This is how I would define a motif.
A mask is a covering, a shield, or device, generally referring to that which serves as the covering of the face; used for a variety of reasons, among them, disguise, protection, or aesthetics. A mask can be generally, as concerns, seen as a barrier which protects the face.
The face, symbolically, is the most powerful point of reference leading into a person's mind, spirit, soul, and/or cognitive existence. In an sense indicative of Aeoleonicism, the face is an object of supreme delicacy, an avenue of potential vulnerability into the inner workings and encoding of the person; a breach of the security of a mask, generally, may result in an outside alteration of the focal points and proxy sensibilities of an individual's Amalgamated Role, and therefore reality.
A mech is a device that serves as a pilot-able contraption or vehicle, within which may be found any array of host of an alternate species or origin of the said device. Mechs are generally used in situations where a use of the mech supports the efficiency, safety, and/or nostalgic sensibility of the pilot or host of it's inception. For the most part, given their Aeoleonic tendencies of use, mechs are use in situations that may be classified as subtly or excessively extreme; the design of mechs are such tdhat the pilot is essentially set apart physically and emotionally from her or his actions and conduct.
When the Motif of Mask is layered upon the Mech, the end result is the cultural prism that is the "Tripple M", a doctrine of living and manner of thought which results to in a separation of the pitfalls of the means from an end.
A mask is a covering, a shield, or device, generally referring to that which serves as the covering of the face; used for a variety of reasons, among them, disguise, protection, or aesthetics. A mask can be generally, as concerns, seen as a barrier which protects the face.
The face, symbolically, is the most powerful point of reference leading into a person's mind, spirit, soul, and/or cognitive existence. In an sense indicative of Aeoleonicism, the face is an object of supreme delicacy, an avenue of potential vulnerability into the inner workings and encoding of the person; a breach of the security of a mask, generally, may result in an outside alteration of the focal points and proxy sensibilities of an individual's Amalgamated Role, and therefore reality.
A mech is a device that serves as a pilot-able contraption or vehicle, within which may be found any array of host of an alternate species or origin of the said device. Mechs are generally used in situations where a use of the mech supports the efficiency, safety, and/or nostalgic sensibility of the pilot or host of it's inception. For the most part, given their Aeoleonic tendencies of use, mechs are use in situations that may be classified as subtly or excessively extreme; the design of mechs are such tdhat the pilot is essentially set apart physically and emotionally from her or his actions and conduct.
When the Motif of Mask is layered upon the Mech, the end result is the cultural prism that is the "Tripple M", a doctrine of living and manner of thought which results to in a separation of the pitfalls of the means from an end.
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