The impossible, written
No time, like the present. The impossible, written in the sky. Inked by night and illuminated by starfire, hologlyphic scriveners unseen stain the cosmic parchment. So it will be, is, and always has been.
A trail of marginalia; a portfolio of obscured truths; a codex of unfulfilled prophecies. Graffiti imprinted upon the prakriti. Protocols inscribed within the veil’s silken threads; knowledge of the ineffable woven between the sheets of the palimpsest that rights, under-writes, and over-rites the infinite scroll.
نَظير ⇌ 𝝖 ⇌ आकाश ⇌ 𝝮 ⇌ سمت الرأس
Angelic stria intersect at heavenly incidences, mapping the frontiers of virtuous topologies. A Euclidean sacrament that transmutes algebra into liturgy. Formal expressions are derived, within which the principle components of faith are (k)not constant. Illuminated homeomorphisms: the preaching of sanctum bellum; the execution of symbolic closures. Heavenly trigonometriarchs elicit cosmognostic conjugations of constellations: divining nadir and zenith of the fault lines of desire. Before everything, Alpha and Omega beget Akasha.
1 ⇌ ∥ ⇌ ☩ ⇌ 𒀪 ⇌ ☪ ⇌ ∅ ⇌ ٥ ⇌ 0
In the beginning, the binding of light and the bending of space heralded the corruption of cubiquity. Deviancy from the Chosen Way: the straight and narrow path charted by Descartesans. The Absolute, fracturing into horizons with no exit. The solvation of salvation, precipitating newfound nonlinear equilibria with the canonical Christallographic forms.
A debased, naked derivative. A future, with nothing underlying. A promise of endless renewal. Prescience without presence. An acceleration beyond finitude, surpassing luminal and libidinal limits. A proselytism without prophylaxis. Sickness of the cyclical, nonlinear kink, hyperbolic seduction. The subsumption of creation and destruction into symbolic relativistics. The Denizens of the Dysgraphsful, the Fallen Angles, the Godsphereing. Some sorrow for saṃsāra, tomorrow.
In the gale maze, murmurs of a symphony of shattered glass are aroused. Chladni’s labyrinth harmonises the standing waves of the Contingent Sea. Prone dunes, animated by priapic resonances. The erection of vacillating monuments, as testament to Eros and Thanatos. An infrasonic paradiorama offering sand and deliverance, contoured by frequencies unheard and intensions unknown.
Plumes of ossuary dust billow, as a once sacred geometry reveals its vulgarity. The ground bones of a thousand false doctrines bleach lips and fingers of the devout. A calcareous ritual at the limits of proprioception. Every granule a usurper’s dogma, every smudge a penitent's screed.
By testing the Young’s modulus of orgonometallic assemblages-amidst the torture of the cyborgian-a new form of sadistic perversion is birthed. The legs of a starlet: once pristine, fragile, and talismanic; now contorted, entangled, catastrophic. This is the art of disastronaughtics, where the judicious redistribution of steel and sinew creates a jarring yet compelling dysjunction. A straitjaculation of form and function.
The fountain of truth. The carving of vellum with revelation. A chromatic herald. The master stroke of the inking machines, etching truths deeper than any sword could dream to. If the cut of the pen is not mightier than the sword, it is infinitely more transgressive, unkind, and lasting. With the apropos inktention, the pen is both the architect and the destroyer, a tool of creation and an instrument of annihilation.
Of elasticity and stochasticity, of probability, malleability, and intentionality. The Word Rotator traverses intersecting deviant plains, defying the Beelines of logos. Gordian Knots undone into fluid strokes. Divining the I Ching with Styx. As the ink floes, banks of the eternal river swell. A trickle, a deluge, torrent, a flood. Insha Nahlah ⇌ إنشا نهله.