And there she lay, a gem in the sea, and a gem just for me. The wreckage had blatently overtaken all reminders of order that those in power had feigned. The incredible havoc of noise that had been hammered into their ears and subconscious memory still rung painfully, clearly not aware that the sounds creators had ceased. And the lovers? The stars were clearer than ever, as was their love. A mountain is erected to obstruct a journey, but even the greatest mounatain can be traversed upon. And so it was, the symbols reigning upon the open wounds, transmuting eternal power of an older world, but those who could and did painstakingly decipher the ancient riddles found the worthless, and thus were unable them to broadcast them to every radio listener worldwide. The spirit of dead humanity still lingered on, and though it had weakened with age and hardship, it was felt in every dead bone and whispered breeze. The boy kissed his girl, and in her he felt all that was incomplete in him, filled, and in him she found all that was incomplete with her, filled. Amidst the dusty rubble of the crashed cities, a waterfall still flowed, and all who were secretly aware of life knew of it. One last faun flitted quickly past cement and bank notes to drink of the magic waters, its tributaries stemming from the last creeks of youth, and the last streams of Eden. All was well in the simple mind of the faun. The sun was hidden behind clouds, but clouds of stone. You see, in between the earth and sun floated the moon, an arrogant body that refused to be moved. The moon cast a cold shadow onto earth, freezing the slow thoughts of the lesser creatures. The earth is a survivor, and even now, on the threshhold of the apocalypse, it refused to give up. Whatever God there had been fled to another planet for a resurrection. Fire is useless when there's nothing that burns, but it will always remain a powerful and fascinating tool. The boy couldn't quench the immortal fire, and so he flew away from it, biding his time until death or until the fire came to him. And if you extract nothing else from this incessant babble, let it be this lesson: Lest you forget, evil is everything ungood, but good isn't everything unevil. This cosmic decreeance lay emblazoned in the iris's of every man with an able mind. Power does not corrupt if you are strong, and in that case can be used quite benevolently, but few mortals are strong enough, for few among us can defy gravity. Every molecule in my body can be decoded, but I am shamefully aware that I'm not positive what any of I am, and why not be soulless if you can't understand yourself, and are therefore at risk of betrayel? Technology is not evil, excess is and will forever be. Behind this "technology is evil" postulate I can easily hide, blaming every trouble and sorrow, but that would not be honest, and if I'm not going to be honest I might as well create and dwell inside my own imaginary world/prison, The fable and prophecised lovers were there to watch all life turn away from their ways and be absorbed into whatever fanatics and evils those in power may force upon you. Think for yourself, faithful one, don't be afraid to question authority and whats established. The message is closer, can you feel it?
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