What if the show is for the creator and great architect, while we are the the actors to the narrative?
caught in our own pavlonion /Babylonian disrepair,
Aware, but not fully there… So close… The concept of event horizon, a rapture but just a different style,
I separate body from mind,
Spirit and soul
Wound until
They stare eternally in stasis
Frozen like Medusa's gaze
Realizing, they are one and the same
Warmly entangled 720 helix frames
To exist in the all,
Would you give your identity, or body
To the ferryman of styx's
Anubis the black Cainus
Ma'at's loyal companion Dog of Death
Against the feather does our heart weigh,
Tip the scales or complete the cycle,
Continue on you may
Weary traveller
Through the Golden Gates I pray