It’s the moment for truth and the moment to lie
The moment to live and the moment to die
The moment to fight
~30 Seconds to Mars~
Should my thoughts continue to remain an entangled web clouding my mind, as intellect and academia – rationale and logic – struggle to wade through the baggage of repitive thoughts.
Memories coincide with fantasies, thus creating a blockage disabling logic and reason from performing its (ironically) profound miracle in aiding ones’ reality.
For if these thoughts do not find its concrete and immediate release, I fear the invasion of the inner over-throwing the robust frontier in which many a year was taken at its construction. For if the irrational, impulsive and impatient inner being over-takes the secure, confident and decisive stronger being, all bricks fall to dust and the Greater Wall of China no longer defines the relationship between love and hate.
Intellect has always been my greatest virtue, but when it becomes any less, there is an obvious indication that the poison of emotion is becoming to take over. The fact that one years to be controlled rather than controlling means the surrender for each and every aspect, not just the fantastical.
Thus should this be a final decision, to surrender to will rather than reason, the bare consequences must be bore.
For if one is to continue on their lonely path of security, safety and concrete values, perhaps there is something definite and tangible. But those who seek higher knowledge will forever be alone in a world of their own knowledge and experience.
Yet to surrender to the futile yet obscured and incandescent power of the inner being would mean risking the soul over-taking the mind: the abstract over-taking reason.
And in matters so abstract, perhaps its best allow reason to determine its due course rather than leave fate in the hands of something so fluid.
For this is the first time in a very, very long pause in history where the soul and mind engage in a head-to-head (or dare I say head-to-heart) battle for its position in physical life.
For the physical to manifest, both sides must first battle.
This is war.
It’s a beautiful lie
It’s a perfect denial
Such a beautiful lie to believe in
Everyone’s looking at me
I’m running around in circles,
A quiet desperation’s building higher
I’ve got to remember this is just a game.
~30 Seconds to Mars~