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[mefuselah]

из-за vigdi_ss вспомнил стишок, случайно прочтя который влюбился в крейна, что вылилось аж в пару сайтов.
http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/God_lay_dead_in_heaven
вот хоть убей, никак не мог понять себе и для себя - почему он спит. как? зачем? и совершенно внезапная мысль постепенно снизошла потом (ога, это у нас грамматический оксюморон, хуле). он потому и спит, что понять это невозможно. потому что осознать не дано. никому, у кого яица. это как-то неясным образом блокирует перцепцию на определенном этапе. не то чтобы вечная женственность, викка и славься дэнбраунщина наша свободная. но нечто в отчасти несколько подобном роде.

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[(Anonymous)]

When God logs off

Insomnia taunts me, I turned on my T.V.;
Rapt in the arms of a galaxy spiral.
Heard a sea-shell hid it's secret as well.
This nexus is key to our planets survival.

One precious moment it all became clear;
Brain-cloud-haze lifted by euphoric fear.
To the unknown my mind's eye directed;
Beheld every mote in creation connected.

No more Hereafter, eugenics our master;
Sectarist lecture mere witless hubris.
Humanity's blunder was ceasing to wonder;
Why are we here; what's the meaning of this?

Virtual church without actual sages;
Souls under scrutiny, rats in glass cages.
Enigmas deciphered are no longer needed;
Lost words of warning unheard or unheeded.

One precious moment it all became clear;
Brain-cloud-haze lifted by euphoric fear.
To the unknown my mind's eye directed;
Beheld every mote in creation connected.

We're all hooked-up to the vast karmic internet;
Each of our souls on the end of its fibre.
One sacred fact that we can't download yet;
The truth is we share the same service-provider.

The atheist plays whilst the orthodox pray.
Fundamentalists freak-out as humanists scoff.
A headlong collision 'twixt science and religion;
There'll be Hell to pay when one day God logs-off.


(M.Walkyier, 2000)

[mastermason.livejournal.com]

When God logs off

Insomnia taunts me, I turned on my T.V.;
Rapt in the arms of a galaxy spiral.
Heard a sea-shell hid it's secret as well.
This nexus is key to our planets survival.

One precious moment it all became clear;
Brain-cloud-haze lifted by euphoric fear.
To the unknown my mind's eye directed;
Beheld every mote in creation connected.

No more Hereafter, eugenics our master;
Sectarist lecture mere witless hubris.
Humanity's blunder was ceasing to wonder;
Why are we here; what's the meaning of this?

Virtual church without actual sages;
Souls under scrutiny, rats in glass cages.
Enigmas deciphered are no longer needed;
Lost words of warning unheard or unheeded.

One precious moment it all became clear;
Brain-cloud-haze lifted by euphoric fear.
To the unknown my mind's eye directed;
Beheld every mote in creation connected.

We're all hooked-up to the vast karmic internet;
Each of our souls on the end of its fibre.
One sacred fact that we can't download yet;
The truth is we share the same service-provider.

The atheist plays whilst the orthodox pray.
Fundamentalists freak-out as humanists scoff.
A headlong collision 'twixt science and religion;
There'll be Hell to pay when one day God logs-off.


(M.Walkyier, 2000)

[mastermason.livejournal.com]

Нечаянно нажалась кнопка... :)