Adam and Eve

Death is the mother of beauty; hence from her,
Alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams
And our desires. Although she strews the leaves
Of sure obliteration on our paths, ...
--from Wallace Stevens' "Sunday Morning"

In Eden fair did Adam and Eve
live in perfect harmony.

"No plant or animal devoureth we,
only ripe fruit as falls from the tree."

By bright-green lily-pads in sphagnum bogs
the herons waded gracefully,
bullfrogs croaked their deep, clear calls;
bluebells, delicate yellow buttercups
were rampant; larks sang in the mulberries.

"No pain or hunger knew we there,
only the sameness of Eden fair."

Even the bounty, the beauty, the civility,
the rich perfection, stretching out like the wall
of the great oval garden, day after day,
year after year to eternity,
grew tiresome.

"No shame in our nakedness knew we ...
nor lust, nor desire, nor carnality."

It's the exogamous, the unfamiliar,
which stirs in us the deepest passion,
the basso continuo of mortality
which gives to desire its piquancy
--of which they knew nothing in deathless Eden.

"We wanted to look outside the wall.
We didn't mean from God's grace to fall."

Their lack of control, their disrespect
invited tragedy....
But to deny what one feels,
to deny what one is
is to risk even greater calamity....

"God expelled us from the Garden.
Now we'll know death and all that's human."

Discord ... despair.... Are you better off?
Coaxing grain from the cracked, parched earth?
Maybe you paid too much for your freedom?...
Maybe you wish you were back in the Garden?...

"There be good inside the Garden;
there be good outside....
There is no perfect Eden."

The third eye in the middle of the forehead,
through its non-physical essence,
is capable of pushing the mind of the man
into the deepest oceans, time and time again...
those unexperienced may get lost in the void,
but the proficient minds step on the field of eternal thrills.
Or look in the eyes of pain.

Falling in the deep, air-bubbles surround you,
and then your body accepts
what is like the water and the wind, at the same time:
you are floating in it, as it is descending,
but upwards, the material is 'unswimmable'.

I was soothed by silent in the dark,
while a flock of tetrahedra were floating
in front of me, without their leader. The ronins.
Tetrahedron, a consistent construction...
flexible at the same time:
the bodies can fit into each other, so they combine.

Their form was constantly evolving,
finally it became a slender-shaped body.
Stretching like the horizon at eventide.
Vigorously vibrating, it switched from white
to the colour of Aether and then I realized
that this shape, this massive thread...
is the horizon of future itself, the beginning
of the life,
the Atom that is eternal and is collapsing
into itself (a trap!).

I touched it. Its resonance awoke me at once.
The same nightmare torments me every night, ever since then.
Hunger and strength have left me, all hope is gone.
My infected third eye devoureth me;
... hence, I cannot do else, but to let it be.

I touched the string and it screamed.
The future depicted a bleak, hideous image.
Of me.
My hands dissolved, my blood leaked away as crude oil,
the whole of my body stiffened
and helplessly, I fell out of the physical expanse.

The picture of an exciting, vibrating darkness
is gliding by me in every moment;
every bit of me is screaming against this,
it makes the air painful,
all my cells are in pain, everything I hear,
and the void pains me; it is stressing me, just like a bind.

The words - of the future - pain me, as I know they are true.
It is painful to know that everything is inconsequential.