The Subatomic God

The Subatomic God


If you look closely - very close - there are great things hidden inside the thresholds of reality, that we could never experientially fathom. A heart of existence that is not one, but many. The very emergence of sense, personality and life.

The quicker the heart; the quicker the span of life.
The slower the heart; the slower the span of life.

The greater the body; the greater the pain.
The smaller the body; the smaller the pain.

Life exists to and fro; a form and faculty, as above, so below.

All in one; one in all.

The world is not a design; for it is incomplete. Such is what makes us feel, incomplete.
The heart yearns - the heart oughts.
The brain wants to know - wants to have.
The world is empty, and so we, too, are empty.

Personality is life.
Personality is color.
Personality is form.
Personality is.

A mirror that is clear and unprecedented, is no different than a mirror that is painted black in blindness.
We see ourselves in both.
One has form; the other does not.

A rock is nothing, but personality liveth within us giveth the rock something.
A rock cannot move, and yet it moves when we ought and yearn for it to move.

A dog cannot flip and do tricks on its own.
A dog is but a dog, and yet it is more than a dog when we ought and yearn for it.

Human experience, is more than naught of what it already is.
It's greater than itself.
Yet it is not greater than the Universe.

The Universe communicates in more than one language.
The human communicates in more than one language.
Coincidence?

Dogs had liveth prior to humans.
Dogs revere to humans.
Is it dog?
Or is it something more?

Life is, without being itself.
A myriad living in perpetuate strings of vibrations and projections.


So are we - without what we are.
As a child, unbeknownst to us being all that is.
We liveth without knowledge - without meaning.
Personality - is all that was.


Why ought - why yearn for a mask?
Why fight - why start fires?
Why stand - why reach?
All that is - all that can be
Is.


Liveth not through yourself.
Liveth through the world.
The ego is not self.
The ego is the unself.
The ought - the yearn of what cannot be.


Be empty - yet be full.
Drink without expectation - in experience; not of.
Look around you - do not veer away.
All that is, will come, will be - always.


Make a reality out of your dreams - not a dream out of your reality.
Speak for what you do not know - not what is thought to be known.
Remember more of what you have yet to remember - before you remember what you already can.
Liveth not for what can be - liveth for what is.


The world is naive; benign - not alive, not being.
All that is gained, can be lost by what is gained.
All that is lost, can be found by accepting what had been lost.
The heart can only fall, when it clings.
There is no letting go - there is only holding on.


The world outside of us, does not care - yet we care for it.
The world inside of us, does care - yet we despair it.


Do not climb - crawl.
Be weak.
Be vulnerable.
Be fearful.
Not to others.
To yourself.


Embrace what never could be.
Embrace nothingness.
Embrace darkness.
Remember when the lights were out.
Remember when your heart was lost.
Remember when your mind was not yours.

Forget not what is.
Forget all that was thought to be.


Forget yourself.
Remember what you are not.


You speaketh as many words as the world.
All noise.


Lend your hands to others.
For you cannot use such to hold yourself.
They will restore your love.
You will remember.


Others not being people - others being the parts of you.
Let it be - don't fight it.


The shadow yearns and oughts for all that you've given up.
You yearn and ought for all that you've made up.


We are gods; we are voids.
We are, without being.
We are, without seeing.
We are, without needing.


All that is discovered - was yet to be to us, but always been to what is.


The seeing - the unseeing.
Both, equally disparaged.


A blind eye - a keen eye.
Both, equally abused.


It does not matter what we have, or don't have.
What is - being not what isn't, is what we cannot have.


The human experience, is not ours.
It is for the Universe.


A lock of hair, is only ours when it's a part of us.
When such is severed, we disown thereof.

We are not a part of - we are in part.
We are not being - we are the result of being.


What made the dinosaurs, made dogs and birds.
All that once was, still is, but is no more in form of what was.


The water that is, is more than what appears to be.
It is reflection.
It is consciousness.
It is flow.
It is emergence.
It is form.
It is life.
It is personality.


The more you piece yourself together; the more the world falls apart.


Lest you obey the masterless.
Lest you let go.
Lest you face the shadow.
Lest you escape the light.
Lest you escape yourself.
You have failed personality.
You have failed reality.
You have failed corporeality.
You have failed humility.


A teacher of not what isn't.
A teacher of what is.


The imagination is form, like water.
It is not the cup.
The cup is the Universe.
Without the cup - there is no form to that cup.
Reality is.
Imagination is all that isn't.


Idealism is irrelevant.
Realism is relevant.


What we feel, is not what is.
What we feel, is what isn't.


What we know, is nothing.
What we think we know, isn't.


Everything that is, was once a singularity.
All that is, came from a singularity.


A heart so complex, came from a singularity.
A society so constructed, came from a singularity.
A world so cogent, came from a singularity.
All that is given without beginning, cannot be.


The Subatomic God, is not one.
It's not a thing.
It is.
It's form.
It's young.
It's in the making of.
It's constant.

Everything, is nothing of what isn't.

Nothing, is everything that isn't.

The only puzzle that can be better understood when left in pieces.
The more you try to complete it, the more it cannot be.


One cannot question themselves without questioning the Universe first.
One cannot reflect, without an outside force.


The Universe is our mirror.
The Universe is our heart.
The Universe is our mind.
The Universe is our life.

do i look like a pony?

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Deceptionist wrote:

Why ought - why yearn for a mask?
Why fight - why start fires?
Why stand - why reach?
All that is - all that can be
Is.

No, it fucking isn't. The game you apparently enjoy and the very forums you are posting on would not exist if it were not for the oughting, yearning, fighting, fire-starting, standing, and reaching of a dedicated team from New Zealand. It is precisely because so much of what can be isn't that people are driven towards greatness. Your grand solution to life is to succumb completely to the status quo and be placated by an utter lack of progress. Your philosophy is as evil as it is grandiloquent. Get the fuck out of here.

Da Subatomic God


If you look closely - straight-up close - there be pimped out thangs hidden inside tha thresholdz of reality, dat we could never experientially fathom fo' realz. A ass of existence dat aint one yo, but many. Da straight-up emergence of sense, personalitizzle n' game.

Da quicker tha heart; tha quicker tha span of game.
Da slower tha heart; tha slower tha span of game.

Da pimped outer tha body; tha pimped outer tha pain.
Da smalla tha body; tha smalla tha pain.

Life exists ta n' fro; a gangbangin' form n' faculty, as above, so below.

All up in one; one up in all.

Da ghetto aint a thugged-out design; fo' it is incomplete. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Such is what tha fuck make our asses feel, incomplete.
Da ass yearns - tha ass oughts.
Da dome wants ta know - wants ta have.
Da ghetto is empty, n' so we, too, is empty.

Personalitizzle is game.
Personalitizzle is color.
Personalitizzle is form.
Personalitizzle is.

A mirror dat is clear n' unprecedented, is no different than a mirror dat is painted black up in blindness.
We peep ourselves up in both.
One has form; tha other do not.

A rock is not a god damn thang yo, but personalitizzle liveth within our asses giveth tha rock something.
A rock cannot move, n' yet it moves when we ought n' yearn fo' it ta move.

A dawg cannot flip n' do tricks on its own.
A dawg is but a thugged-out dog, n' yet it is mo' than a thugged-out dawg when we ought n' yearn fo' dat shit.

Human experience, is mo' than naught of what tha fuck it already is.
It aint nuthin but pimped outer than itself.
Yet it aint pimped outer than tha Universe.

Da Universe communicates up in mo' than one language.
Da human communicates up in mo' than one language.
Coincidence?

Dogs had liveth prior ta humans.
Dogs revere ta humans.
Is it dog?
Or is it suttin' more?

Life is, without bein itself.
A myriad livin up in perpetuate stringz of vibrations n' projections.


So is we - without what tha fuck we are.
As a cold-ass lil child, unbeknownst ta our asses bein all dat is.
We liveth without knowledge - without meaning.
Personalitizzle - be all dat was.


Why ought - why yearn fo' a mask?
Why fight - why start fires?
Why stand - why reach?
All dat is - all dat can be
Is.


Liveth not all up in yo ass.
Liveth all up in tha ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass.
Da ego aint self.
Da ego is tha unself.
Da ought - tha yearn of what tha fuck cannot be.


Be empty - yet be full.
Drink without expectation - up in experience; not of.
Look round you - do not veer away.
All dat is, will come, is ghon be - always.


Make a realitizzle outta yo' trips - not a thugged-out trip outta yo' reality.
Speak fo' what tha fuck you do not know - not what tha fuck is thought ta be known.
Remember mo' of what tha fuck you have yet ta remember - before you remember what tha fuck you already can.
Liveth not fo' what tha fuck can be - liveth fo' what tha fuck is.


Da ghetto is naive; benign - not kickin it, not being.
All dat is gained, can be lost by what tha fuck is gained.
All dat is lost, can be found by acceptin what tha fuck had been lost.
Da ass can only fall, when it clings.
There is no lettin go - there is only holdin on.


Da ghetto outside of us, do not care - yet we care fo' dat shit.
Da ghetto inside of us, do care - yet our phat asses despair dat shit.


Do not climb - crawl.
Be weak.
Be vulnerable.
Be fearful.
Not ta others.
To yo ass.


Embrace what tha fuck never could be.
Embrace nothingness.
Embrace darkness.
Remember when tha lights was out.
Remember when yo' ass was lost.
Remember when yo' mind was not yours.

Forget not what tha fuck is.
Forget all dat was thought ta be.


Forget yo ass.
Remember what tha fuck yo ass is not.


Yo ass speaketh as nuff lyrics as tha ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass.
All noise.


Lend yo' handz ta others.
For you cannot use such ta git freaky wit yo ass.
They will restore yo' love.
Yo ass will remember.


Others not bein playas - others bein tha partz of yo thugged-out ass.
Let it be - don't fight dat shit.


Da shadow yearns n' oughts fo' all dat you've given up.
Yo ass yearn n' ought fo' all dat you've made up.


We is gods; we is voids.
We are, without being.
We are, without seeing.
We are, without needing.


All dat is discovered - was yet ta be ta our asses yo, but always been ta what tha fuck is.


Da seein - tha unseeing.
Both, equally disparaged.


A blind eye - a keen eye.
Both, equally abused.


It do not matter what tha fuck our crazy asses have, or don't have.
What tha fuck iz - bein not what tha fuck aint, is what tha fuck we cannot have.


Da human experience, aint ours.
It be fo' tha Universe.


A lock of hair, is only ours when itz a part of us.
When such is severed, our phat asses disown thereof.

Our asses aint a part of - we is up in part.
Our asses aint bein - we is tha result of being.


What made tha dinosaurs, made dawgs n' birds.
All dat once was, still is yo, but is no mo' up in form of what tha fuck was.


Da gin n juice dat is, is mo' than what tha fuck appears ta be.
It be reflection.
It be consciousness.
It be flow.
It be emergence.
It be form.
It be game.
It be personality.


Da mo' you piece yo ass together; tha mo' tha ghetto falls apart.


Lest you obey tha masterless.
Lest you let go.
Lest you grill tha shadow.
Lest you escape tha light.
Lest you escape yo ass.
Yo ass have failed personality.
Yo ass have failed reality.
Yo ass have failed corporeality.
Yo ass have failed humility.


A mackdaddy of not what tha fuck aint.
A mackdaddy of what tha fuck is.


Da imagination is form, like water.
It aint tha cup.
Da cup is tha Universe.
Without tha cup - there is no form ta dat cup.
Realitizzle is.
Imagination be all dat aint.


Idealizzle is irrelevant.
Realizzle is relevant.


What we feel, aint what tha fuck is.
What we feel, is what tha fuck aint.


What we know, is nothing.
What we be thinkin we know, aint.


Everythang dat is, was once a singularity.
All dat is, came from a singularity.


A ass so complex, came from a singularity.
A society so constructed, came from a singularity.
A ghetto so cogent, came from a singularity.
All dat is given without beginning, cannot be.


Da Subatomic God, aint one.
It aint nuthin but not a thang.
It is.
It aint nuthin but form.
It aint nuthin but young.
It aint nuthin but up in tha makin of.
It aint nuthin but constant.

Everything, is not a god damn thang of what tha fuck aint.

Nothing, is every last muthafuckin thang dat aint.

Da only puzzle dat can be mo' betta understood when left up in pieces.
Da mo' you try ta complete it, tha mo' it cannot be.


One cannot question theyselves without dissin tha Universe first.
One cannot reflect, without a outside force.


Da Universe is our mirror.
Da Universe is our ass.
Da Universe is our mind.
Da Universe is our game.

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Charanjaydemyr wrote:

...Was hoping there'd be links to designer handbags or maybe kitchen improvements in this thread. Disappointed.

same.this is real though.this is very real my friend.

Wow just finished this. Thanks a lot

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The Universe communicates in more than one language.
The human communicates in more than one language.
Coincidence?

How does The Universe commnicate in more than one language ?

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ScrotieMcB wrote:

No, it fucking isn't. The game you apparently enjoy and the very forums you are posting on would not exist if it were not for the oughting, yearning, fighting, fire-starting, standing, and reaching of a dedicated team from New Zealand. It is precisely because so much of what can be isn't that people are driven towards greatness. Your grand solution to life is to succumb completely to the status quo and be placated by an utter lack of progress. Your philosophy is as evil as it is grandiloquent. Get the fuck out of here.

There's a difference between wanting, and accepting what is. We are colonizing in our own way by creating societies, virtual worlds, gangs, etc. We grow like bacteria grows in immunity towards diseases. There is still a lot of unhealthy psychical aspects involved, which is what I wanted to express in my poetry. You not being able to break down the fundamental form, does not mean that you're making a point. You just have to understand how life wears a thousand masks - and will wear a thousand more.

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VaultzInex wrote:

Wow just finished this. Thanks a lot

You're welcome.

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How does The Universe commnicate in more than one language ?

Noise, reaction, and relation.

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Deceptionist wrote:

You just have to understand how life wears a thousand masks - and will wear a thousand more.

Maybe. Maybe not. The future is not predetermined. Life's continuous existence is not guaranteed.

And allow me to make this clear: we are life. We are not merely matter. When (or if) all life is dead, so is everything we have ever stood for.

such wisdom.much wow.

Now,i think this belong to offtopic