Please explain this.

He took a breath. ‘Not quite right’ he said to empty air breathe he tryed he took a step and took a novel breath ‘too sour, no power’ he said to empty air Breathe he sighed He took a step And took a novel breath Tis something sweet Perchance to meet In the toeing of dawn Breathe he cried lovingly multiplied

This whole subreddit confuses me. Is it about astrology? A religion? I see a lot of metaphors I don't understand and pieces of art (that are quite beautiful, I must say) of seemingly random things but people say it is a gate, or a throne, to other things that I can't pronounce. I'm quite confused and please excuse my ignorance of this, but some context would be greatly appreciated.

from my hand

of my hand

of my ticking hands

Wide eyes opened only to be shut Curved visions haunt petrified Time rekindled to belong with sad hours How can such be it Off in the smoke shrouded atmo... Begin anew Such beauty to beheld How can such be it Unwelcoming face drawn into solid realm How can such be it

note and time:

• The needle is not in the seed which makes resistance.

• Specifies the different methods.

note and time:

• Pay attention to our instruction.

• Wind that will pulverize the purpose of future happiness.

The known universe is stripped down to the melody.

Equal in origin, speaking from the tongues of what I could not see, I severed my head once I began onward into the abyss which lay around me. My sword, pressed against all three of its family, marked my way forward.

But as the candle gained a glow my eyes gave birth to a new disillusion; for I had been set free. The three blades no longer pierced my overwhelmed heart, bringing forth a song of freedom. What beautiful tune did the winds carry that day.

A mouth to feed the spirit and calm the waters, an ear to hear the distilled mourns of the forgotten follies of fellow man. Growing did not accomplish any action other than merely shrinking the world around us.

We are already no longer slaves, our saviors have found our fallacies. Reclaimed once again.

Everything saved will be lost.

Gar-littering in the faces of

Who-So-Be-Named, glamorously

Defeating!

And victorious, eh?

Salut, as the whispers say;

Concourse, discourse, & revolution!

The greatest aim.

Be?

Unite. Irradiate.

As four men driving a wheel would say,

"All this is unnecessary and -sary."

Gross, but uninhibited

By their strokes, one would think,

"Oh, what a way of straying!"

But this simply isn't, by any and all standards

What comes as Glory

Leaves as Glory

And, if you wish,

Tyranny

Outright and inleft

Quoted lies bereft

Inkling near

A fanned spear

In haste, it did waste

All the opportunities laid in

In, In, In, In, In

"But when?" he said,

contemptuous of his perceiving.

"When and where & how & why?"

But he couldn't rely

On something so simple

But it's OK

Because neither he nor I

Lie here or there

In Question (at the moment)

May I introduce, and be introduced, in order to join the Circles?

All is^1 in this place.

I shall return^2 your^3 gifts.

You must search^4 the^5 texts.

You will find^0 answers.

"this sadness strikes at the grief of things," he's looking at a star spangled sky, a white global moon, aiming his words with his usual care. i don't deny what we're generally feeling.

he's in the middle of his own broken down things. an intimate friendship just ended. a way of life changed its direction. the truths he conceived proved deceitful. the ideas he liked were fragmented. i watch his features fold and reassemble, the ache in him engraved on his face.

"well, the world won't revolutionize itself," he's sweeping the ground with a steady pair of eyes, peering at rocky outcrops, addressing a distant peak. i get the hint in the statement.

he casts a long eastern shadow that i step into as he walks where i choose to follow. i scatter the remains of heavy memories, the burden of unresolved griefs, and the further we go, the lighter i get, until nothing is left but an emptied me.

a good enough revolutionary.

H̵e҉a̧r̀ my̸ ̴cry͘,͠ ̀c͢ap͜t̡ains̵ ̴I ̢m͝éa̛n͠ ́n̵o̧ harm ̴but I ̀co͘m̶è t͡o̢ yo̧u̷ yo͠ung̨ me̴n ͘W̸i̵tche͢s͜ ̡of t͜ormen͘t͏ and dece͏it ţo re̵ce̶i͝v͡e͢ allian̡ce

I̡ h͏a̢v̛e̢ n͟ob́ody ̕Wh̴o w̨i̕ll let͟ m̀e͏ stan̢d a̡m̶o͝ng t̀hem ̢W͠ho ͝w̴i̕l͏l̀ ̢l͡et m͝e͜ ͠b̧r͠ea͟t͜h͢e ̨Wh͡o w̶i̶ll let͠ m̷e liv̸e e͡v̀e̸n ̕a҉s̕ ͡a le̴s̀se҉r̴

I diagnose then worth nothing, ripples and decays, creaking, crawling, snapping, lapping. Life is a fragile jjjjjjjjjjjhhjhf

(ERR)

A LULL IN JUBILEE. CAN'T BREATH. FEEL. HEAR. TASTE.

THE BROTHERS OF ASFIDIOL CAN'T FIND SUCH AN INSIGNIFICANT WHOLE.

HELP THEM HELP ME HELP YOURSELF HELP YOU HELP MYSELF THEM ME YOURSELF YOU MYSELF"PS!1$

The crisscrossed lines pressurize in a Distant h Knoll. Her years could not travel fast enough to satisfy my insatiable hunger. oktap'eenoo. The polarintow can't fine my life. Hidden serene.

J

Jolly.

ah das, the ancient lives of dea .

H l m lae

Factual evidence of fictional life. Sentience sighing and during.

Signed,

Me you they he she we

^{FRIENDS, LORDS,} LADIES, ^{GENTLEMEN! I} COME ^{TO YOU} TODAY ^{NOT AS} A ^{MONSTROUS PROTECTOR} OF ^{TERRIBLE KNOWLEDGE,} NOT ^{TO WARN} YOU ^{AWAY FROM} THAT ^{WHICH IS} FORBIDDEN, ^{FOR I} HAVE ^{SHED THAT} PURPOSE. ^{NO, I} COME ^{TO YOU} NOW ^{AS YOUR} CHAMPION, ^{AND HOPE} THAT ^{YOU ACCEPT} ME ^AS ^^SUCH.

^{FOR, FROM} A ^{PASSING ANGEL,} WHOSE ^{FACE I} KNOW ^{NOT, PERHAPS} EVEN ^{FROM THE} DAUGHTER ^{OF NIGHT} HERSELF, ^{A GOLDEN} APPLE ^{OF DICORD} WAS ^{GIFTED TO} ME, ^{THE GOLDEN} FUEL ^{CAME TO} ME, ^{SURROUNDING ME} AND ^{RAISING ME} UP, ^{AS IF} UPON ^{THE WINGS} OF ^A ^^DRAGON.

^{AND NOW} THE ^{GATES, THEY} LIE ^{UNLOCKED! THE} WAY ^{IS OPEN} AND ^{I SHALL} STORM ^{THE GOLDEN} REALMS! ^{AND ALL} SHALL ^{KNOW THE} TERROR, ^{WONDER, MIGHT} AND ^{GLORY OF} REALMS ^{FIVE AND} FORTY!

^{WHO'S WITH} ME?

as the sky learns

the centre descends into the reflection

yet the silver phase swims

in grief-stricken butterflies and innocent tides

~

as the ALL withdraws

the firefly crowns the orb

yet the impending edge cleanses

winged waters and desolate essences

~

as the epiphany hovers

the seed withdraws from the petal

yet the woeful life ensconces

whispering foundations and immeasurable suns

Once a fire burned down the garden and left the pond dry. The kois died and were not very happy about that, you see? They told the elders to fix this problem who proceeded to ask some minor gods. The gods decided to give the fire to the humans, mainly just to see what would happen. The human race started to rise and became strangely powerful Of course the kois weren't happy with that, you know?

This is why you have two choices now: Stay human and leave, go back to your human ways and your human life... Or drop them, drop your human form and your human thoughts and come in.