Zero Edge's blog: "Philosophy"

As we venture through the Elysian Fields and to the holy abysmal depths of hell we begin to see the message. The message that was said to have been lost eons ago. As we present this message that’ll shake this world it will be but a figment of the imagination since nothing presents good news than subliminal messages in the ear. These messages that we saw was part of a script that we shall proclaim it with exaltation. In exaltation we say: These beginnings of an ending are so unclear yet these endings of a beginning are so unclear also. Although this could be understood or misunderstood like an idea. Therefore we compromise the ideas that The beginnings of any beginning are clear-and-the endings of any ending are also clear. To such an extent thy can be so clear and nearly precise that the slightest provocation will not cause a flinch. To such an extent they can be so blurry with muddled obsolete that disorder and chaos are friends. To such an extent there is that ball that rolls back and forth like a memory that flashes back and forwards. To such an extent that this ball could go up and down like an unstable emotion of the imperfect life. Remember these kinds of subliminal messages that we transmit can be translated into babble with no accounted measures to look back at such a statement for. Although any individual being longing this kind of conversation will be lead into perplexity and awe perhaps death. A wrath and condemnation in which this world begun its rotational rational force and withholding every heretic that we now know which is everyone. In everyone we know that we’re not from the center but a part of the universe in this role-playing game called life. As we look upon this essence that begins to leap forward as if the movement itself was the greatest decision it has made for we have seen what was beneath us. In which it were the moment of truth, the ultimatum, and the last words of the solid honest being named life. Thus skipping the obstacle to victory. We live in a world of wrath as if every single emotion has been pieced to a jigsaw puzzle that turned out to be a microcosmic part of the mosaic. A mosaic that was designed generation after generation as we seek to find its creator and know its purpose of why was it created only to be viewed by the simpleton name Life. Perhaps the other pieces will lead us into solitude but continue delivering us this heraldic news spreading the message in response to this perplexity and awe that we now live in this universe. Somehow this was better than I thought or was there that thought to begin with? Somehow this essential thought that was pulled from me came from another entity. Somehow these beginnings that I write in form of old tongue are so unclear and illegible.