my darkest conceptions

the complicacy of existence, the eternal drama, subsists on the horizontal plane. the vertical is the purer plane, dominant and just. as the vertical altitude increases, the existence fades taking away with itself the filth of complicacy, which happens to be existence's conjoined twin. eternal peace is the zenith at which the existence finally flickers out like fire without air, with it go weakness and arrogance, which are the very essence of existence. left only is the sweetest velvety black of nothingness. there are clashes in existece, in nothingness there is just static, and tranquil, never flickering, never changing and invincible. nothingness is what existence 'exists' for, like a warrior in a battle for peace, fighting against the very consequence he set out to achieve. existence is in direct contradiction to what the finality or aim of existence is, which is immensely ironic. nothingness is dominant, overrides all the rules, and strikes down on existence as and when it pleases. nothingness is what the term "God" implies, it is Supreme, it is the finality of any existence.