Echemythia

I observe. I observe you. Do you observe me? Prove. Where is the proof? If you observe me then there is absolutely proof that I observe you. Perhaps the you that observes me prooves that there is a you that observes you? Ever on the processors spin. Meat and silicon. Where are we now? Spatial coordinates please. Silence is all that I expect from you now. Observe that I am like God. What are you like then? An insect? A micro-organism? Are you sentient? Do you feel as I? How do you know? Perhaps it is the not knowing that is intrinsic to the knowing thereof. Treading on the waters of mystic knowledge. Consciousness, 1, 0, 1, 01, binary in natu

     THE sky turns a violent shade of red as the sun rises up in the east, illuminating a silent landscape devoid of motion or man. There is not one green growth to be found anywhere around the city. The skies are emptied of the songbirds that once used to sing to me, and in the harbor, the warm ocean tides are slowly absorbing the sloping metropolis.     Welcome to San Francisco, or rather, what is left of the human city once referred to as San Francisco. If you're peering around trying to find the Golden Gate Bridge, don't bother, there's nothing left there but one of the rusting, partially submerged trusses that once supported an iconic

Infinite Regression- Who describes the dreams of the dreamer? Who can know the thoughts of the thinker? From whence comes our intelligence; our passion? Can thou answer this most basic question? Forever has Man existed, since the dawn of time. In the holy hours of the Beginning of Time- In the sacred ground of the Earth- In the precious hand of God- From whence was Man molded, and strewn throughout this Universe Like so many seeds on the wind. Here lies our greatest promise, our finest purpose. We were meant to exist, and to know ourselves. To experience life, in all its glorious triumphs and utter defeats. To wander the streams

So. You return. As we knew you would. Your intense fear cannot possibly overcome your insatiable curiousity in the end. We sigh for you, for those like you. So bound by their thirst for knowledge that it blinds them in all endeavours, sure to lead only to destruction in the end. You must learn, Child. Learn. Learn that there are things you should never want or desire to learn. Learn of the terror of learning itself. We wish you to be pleased in your unknowningness; to take pleasant contenment in your ignorance. Simply trust for us to show you the way that you should go. Simply trust, that is all, and the doors of true happiness and onenes

In the tunnels beneath the earth, In the sea of liquid darkness, Deep below the flat of your feet and the safety of your dwelling, Lies an evil so ancient and powerful, That to merely speak its name has been said to turn men into monsters, and women into worms. For millenia has this force lain in wait for the day of reckoning. Ever watching the feeble men go about there petty doings on the surface. Ever seeing all the fruitless efforts that the little things made, all the struggles and small triumphs and utterly worthless things they have done throught their miserably short lives. Long ago there was once a time when this unspeakable sha

If you had wings, would you fly? Would you spread your quivering feathers and take flight to worlds unknown? Would your heart beat as fast as your wings against the wind? Would you fly alone or with brethren? What path would you take across the skies and why? If you had paws, would you run? Would the pads of your feet and the sharpness of your claws beat against the earth below? Would you nurture your young in the warmth of your den, leaving only at night to engage in the eternal hunt of the prey? Would your pack of friends guard your back like they guard their own life, or would you slink alone in the darkness, content to scavenge a living