Insinq Datum
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I'm an aspiring poet, author and philosopher. I run a 5000+ debating community on Discord and a couple of Youtube channels, one related to the Discord server and one related to my work as a philosopher. I am also the author of DMTheory.
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Circuses and Bread
There is a circus that is always in town and never seems to close its doors, no matter what time of day or night it is; I go there sometimes when I feel like relaxing with some pointless fun. At this circus there is available a very special herb bread which is rumoured to enhance the experience of the circus tenfold, with only minor ill effects as a cost. This bread comes in a box which bears a large, extremely visible warning on the inside of the lid of the box that informs the reader that consumption of the bread has a very mild addictive effect, which is 25x more intense if the bread is consumed outside the circus grounds. Once one enters this mysterious perpetual circus, one is quickly swept along in the fun and before one knows it, hours have passed. Only then does one begin to really look around oneself and the moment that one does so, the circus suddenly takes on an eerie atmosphere and the clowns, which you've only just noticed are located at all of the exits, start to look more sinister with every passing moment. The more you look, the more the smoke and mirrors of the carnal carnival become but a thin veneer on a disturbing situation: life wilfully spent without rhyme or reason, an existence empty of the meaning which sustains. At this point, stricken by a sort of soulful panic and feeling a little ill at what you have become involved in, you begin to search desperately for a way out but once again notice that the clowns bar all the exits, and now they look like guards standing to attention, or wolves looking in on sheep. You notice that in your hands there is a box of half-finished herb bread, and in your distressed state of mind you start munching on some as a way to distract yourself from the frightful situation, and it works better than you ever thought it could. Suddenly, the entire menacing atmosphere vanishes and it is as if you had fallen asleep for a moment and slipped into some dark nightmare, a parody of your real situation. The night wears on, but you are none the wiser for it.
By Insinq Datum4 years ago in Potent
Mountaintop Flame
I am a fire burning on a mountaintop that is able to transform anything touched by the light I cast into fuel with which I may feed myself, becoming brighter and therefore illuminating more territory which can then be transformed into more fuel, and so on. The valley surrounding the mountain is cast in darkness throughout the day because the different layers of cloud cover effectively capture all of the light from the sun, however the mountain rises above the lowest of the clouds and therefore, in the morning and in the afternoon, the angle of the light through the upper clouds is magnified to form a concentrated beam, which gives new life to the flame atop the mountain. If however the resources of the day have already been expended once the afternoon window comes about, though it may once more briefly light up, it will quickly dwindle and be extinguished for the rest of the night. When the flame remains lit, the heat which is emanated progressively pushes back the clouds cover surrounding the mountain, allowing the light cast by the fire to illuminate the valley. In this metaphor, consciousness is clarity is light; Light is the outer, projective form of the inner creative spark of Fire, while the mountain represents material progress, accumulated wisdom and growth in the element of Earth. The elements of Water and Air are also implicated via the cloud cover that must be pushed back in order to give the fire more space to breathe, thereby increasing the scope of what it illuminates and providing it with more fuel. The valley is both the unconscious self and the world in totality.
By Insinq Datum4 years ago in Potent
