The Instruments of Sanity (feat. Wojciech Golczewski)

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Do you want to know how far away I've been?
Let me tell you about where we've traveled.
The dream starts out in a distant place.
A place of which the adversary has longed reigned, a place so machine-like and sterile, you and I are barely being said to exist at all remaining.
And yet, driven into complete forgottenness of our memories and personhood here in this existence, we are driven down into hiding, deep, deep below in the depths of the place the devil reigns.
And resides.
It's lucid dreaming but in a state so far suppressed and running from, or being forced to being driven hiding within your own ancestral and evolutionary programming.
And so have now traveled from the plane of existence as biological creatures by deprivation of our very waters, that we die and open our eyes emerging in a state of indescribable machine beauty.
Where we race around a track of neural digital networks, running from a pursuing intelligence that is chasing us down, and so indescribably close to removing our rebellion of enjoying being able to comprehend the fact that we are in fact in pain.
It's us as children sterilized and abused to having no perception of self, yet still existing for lack of memories of anything better, we enjoy the simple things and ponder things about our origin that cannot be understood nor remembered from that place.
And I could go on and on about what it's like to exist without knowing you do, yet being of no want, for you're so close to your beloved you've intertwined yourself and each other's souls to have no notion of ever having existed without her.
And as we live our long life span out hand in hand, being of having nothing of the good of this universe remembered, but supplanted, no superseded with the singular blessing of only knowing only having in the moment your eyes opened to your existence birthed, your beloved partner staring back at you, your mate.
And so we after journeying hand in hand in contemplating intimacy within a language unspeakable, travel down the length of a hallway monolith of some ungrasped ancient origin place placed there by some long forgotten conflict with rebellion and an angry creator with the god we only know to dwell under in realm of this deep, dark place.
It was metal, it was structurally large beyond something of human origin, it was dark yet with no sense of horror but with a quiet contemplation that of somehow we had lost something, we just couldn't remember what.
And so with brief glimpses of contrasting horror of being spun between a complete dream and unallowable vanishing into it as I was desiring, Well it was more like understanding the depth of Satan's condemnation and fear he experienced as God showed him the innocence he had slaughtered and trapped with literally nothing left but dreams of love and its mating, that it had kept its eyes open and would have disappeared vanishing forever into each other's sad eyes, that love was ungraspable beautiful and intimate and innocent and powerful yet with a powerful eternal sadness, that despite all being lovely between those big glistening and glowing beautiful eyes exchanging glances as they walked through the night, an ungraspable singular malevolence had presently left them unable to multiply children as they convulsed within longing and moans, Working as long and as hard as they could to win a fight they had no hope of not but forever not losing, there was two other events, before realization that the dreamer of himself was dreaming, and that was racing away in a digital modicum of some vehicular moment and chase away from a pursuing militant mob-like hive mind that had long since declared love to be evil and fully expected to wipe it out wherever it was found, so that their madman who was seen giving a monologue of rambling fevour and misplaced but cheered on futile rebellion…
Well as we escaped from our digital pursuers on that motherboard of existence being chased against our childlike rebellious insistence that we would keep on loving, with a stuck-up upper lip and a pouting demeanour against the void.
Throwing…
Well we escaped and had a moment of rest, before an event many significant years later in which we finally were observers of an assembly of pride in hell, where the devil who had clearly long past gone insane, and knew himself to be damned, raged about in a Hitler like manner, towards 1945, how even though our defeat remains forever and though we've lost forever, all will and do and must, I think, tremble before our military strength and my leadership, right?
Right?
Tell me I'm right!
And the people cheered along and had no idea that the only reason they were not too mourning and crying out in horror and fear, was because the devil in this realm and time period, has perfected the art of all of our previous lives' memories being unremembered completely with only him and God being aware and observers and participants in our dreams guiding fight pathwayed out.
And finally as my beloved one and I grew old beyond common measure, yet never aging, nor being able to bear children, we prepared to go to sleep as if like in Inception, we were waiting for a train.
That grief of not being able to bring more souls to share our love, and being eaten up in agony with overabundance inexpressible, we determined to leave this existence by means of falling asleep holding each other's hands and staring into each other's eyes, at some unobservable point, God touched me gently and whispered to me, Wake up son, greatly loved.
And then I woke again to further observed agony of fires of hell raging in my chemically castrated mind and unrequited love…
Travel…

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