On beauty and the reality of image

[Aeylyeaelle Elvin King]

"How all reality comes from dream, fiction, and from prophets, any reality comes from a Prophet, be it powerless realities, empty realities, dead realities, as beautiful realities. "

"there is no ethics that would n't be otherwise based in an affect of a person equal to the person who corrupts that affect, which is in his turn this affect"

"If commerce decides that anyone at all deserves anything at all, then it is not treu value does n't exist, then the merited and the ones who know nobility and esthetics deserve an infinity more then that."

“That everything or a divine being is n’t there, and you choose as a divine point, is just a choice crystalizing. It serves no other purpose. So to make a religion out of nothing, out of basics, out of survival, and a bleak dogma. There should n’t be any surprise that it leads to a bleak world. The equivalant of metaphysics is courage. Pride, and the furthest you can reach with the imagination; That you reached beyond and then saying we have but a world split in millions of different points is merely to make the world creators blind and to make the prophets numb, or to be one self a prophet of blindness. What one believes individually will be his own delusion perpetually, a sacred delusion. For one to promote to others a sacred delusion of nothingness falls short of a sacred creation. The “average” will always crystalize if you do not have exeptional but an average, or the “Nothing” will always crystalize if you believe it?! And what is religion or faith then but a word? We see a divine constellation of images that are beyond the natural world, in every case man oriented, even aliens are deformed human species. So man central to composition was never gone, but deformed, and in atheists and satanists God was never gone, mere deformed. Its a premise you can not escape. But if you reason without form, or sane bound to poetry, you would in every case thus, produce a language without images, or looze touch even with that. The serene form, in any given case, majesty, the plot of civilisation, the unusefull considered, the mover of our whims and the searching faculty and mystery of our future is God. The constellation of deities and angels considered serve him as algebraics of our senses and beliefs. And everything we can hold dear. And then they considered nothing was a worthwhile consideration? Because did not the masses make religion ill? So that the thinkers need to free before resume? It seems they dug the grave of civilisation with their words like tombs for 200 years, notan ounce of life or life giving consideration. But as there is no time, there is no limit to the depiction nor of the faith of the beauty in the future.

In any case were are now the lot of forsaken children who have to solve it all, and have been given by the wise of the past 200 years nothing but owh there is no point we don’t have anything in common beauty is not universal and so many others, and as good children, we have to ask them, now why would n’t there be any point to life? We deduced that from the philosopher who said we were all broken apart? Then still it can be my own opinion to deviate, but somehow it had to be treu for all people that we were pertually lonely and could n’t prove anything right? And now we see this world? Are we not digging up all that we could just as well create or innovate? Are we not building the same esthetics all over again? Do we not all have to agree and seek to agree, snug and comfy as it would be, to destroy the point of life, and if we’d agree on that, we’d be so happy. So forget about subjectivity. If it was the only that makes us comfortably to agree on just that. Then there is no subjectivity!!