A perfect beginning. Will the end make it worthless? Let's stop now. Let's wait. Let's stay at the beginning. It's so beautiful here.
I found a diamond. A diamond covered in mud. I can get the sense of it. I know it is there. But will I wash away the mud to find out what's underneath? What if it is a piece of glass? What if? The pointless questions that plague the mind. The questions that should never be asked because they do not matter. But will I stop asking them? No! The mind is an entity different from me. A chaotic bubble of steel. It can burst but not easily.
The diamond remains covered. I treat it as a diamond... this mud covered blob. I spread rumors of its magnificence. I turn it into a holy object. It is now revered. More precious than any diamond. Songs are been sung about its beauty. It has been said that a mortal's eye cannot stand its brilliance. That its beauty is for the Gods. They call it the God's stone. I now have my diamond and much more. I am the keeper of the God's stone. One step below God. Ah, the world I have built for myself. The lie made real. So real that it cannot almost pass for the truth.
It has been days. I must know. I cower in fear. The mud has dried and caked around my diamond. Is it a diamond? I must find out. The need to know. As the first cake of mud crumbles falls apart beneath my trembling fingers, the knowledge of the my stone shines through. I know now. I don't need people anymore. I disappear.
I found a diamond. A diamond covered in mud. I can get the sense of it. I know it is there. But will I wash away the mud to find out what's underneath? What if it is a piece of glass? What if? The pointless questions that plague the mind. The questions that should never be asked because they do not matter. But will I stop asking them? No! The mind is an entity different from me. A chaotic bubble of steel. It can burst but not easily.
The diamond remains covered. I treat it as a diamond... this mud covered blob. I spread rumors of its magnificence. I turn it into a holy object. It is now revered. More precious than any diamond. Songs are been sung about its beauty. It has been said that a mortal's eye cannot stand its brilliance. That its beauty is for the Gods. They call it the God's stone. I now have my diamond and much more. I am the keeper of the God's stone. One step below God. Ah, the world I have built for myself. The lie made real. So real that it cannot almost pass for the truth.
It has been days. I must know. I cower in fear. The mud has dried and caked around my diamond. Is it a diamond? I must find out. The need to know. As the first cake of mud crumbles falls apart beneath my trembling fingers, the knowledge of the my stone shines through. I know now. I don't need people anymore. I disappear.
1 comment:
It's odd how a diamond even when it is covered in mud gets so much attention, while what could be a useful piece of glass, is shuddered upon. When will the ordinary be appreciated just for what it is?
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