The Loss of the Holy Treasure

The Realization

I wake up to my usual gooning session first thing on the morning, looking at my saved posts that i saved for that exact occasion, when i came to a sudden realization. I forgot to save the post of my treasured, since the day i saw it, fanart!

With my gooning session ruined, i have a hole on my chest that i have yet to fill. Begging to the heavens so that my once and still so close to my heart fan art, finds its way to my hands once more.

But god, contrary to its varius despictions, its not fair. Or maybe it was fate itself the one behind the this circunstances. whatever supreme existance is behind this happenings, are truly evil and devoid of any empathy with the human condition.

As a atheist the that thought assaulted me, depriving me of all rational thoughts that i would otherwise have, due to the all the pain the situation brought. Pain, shapes a man.

It truly does.

And then, a thought comes to my mind. a thought so frivolous so trivial, the if i had not giving a little more attention to my introspection, it would go past me. Catching the passing thought, analysing it, i came to a conclusion.

it was truly a blaphemous thought.

It was... "Should i goon to another art?".

What a horrible, sad, and absolutely horrendous thought.

No art would have so much effect on me again. That art was.. Special. One of its kind. A master peace made by God itself. Enough to make any edging streak end as soon that one placed its eyes at it, even with the faintest attention. Truly a divine work of art.

Having lost my favorite art, I lost most of my entirety of my being. How do i can ever proceed with life when i know now the art is just over there,  somewhere in this big world, waiting to be found? That is what my guts tell me. No, something deeper in realm of existence, more hidden in this physical world of ours, more unknown and unnatural than the beings that exist therein, tells me that.

The End Of the Saga

And as a message of heavens, brought by god itself, its presence was made known to me. The glorious, glamous, spledid, wonderful fanart was there, on my face. As i gazed at the art, the art made sure to gaze right back.

It was different and yet the same. It had the same colors, the same shapes, the same lines, but it was not the same as before. Surely there was more to it than its physical existance. Surely, something well beyond the natural world.

It invoked happiness, but not only that,  but many other things besides emotions in me. Its effects extend well beyond its appearance. it invoked strengh and will to live long lost inside me.

And then i realized. What had changed was me. Maybe was the feeling of missing of that art for so long or maybe the art had something more beyond just lines and colors, that changed me.

But none of that matters. i have found it, i have finally found the reason of my existance since i put my eyes on that masterpiece, that work of art. The effort put was not for naught, and  finding solace in that fact, i advanced forward, toward also, the bathroom, as for a art of this level, a act of adoration of the same level must be done.