Post by KAVEEKS on Apr 28, 2006 5:34:54 GMT -5
*Kunk and Belle are walking along a most curious path. It seems as though they are in a grove of cherry blossums, but unlike any cherry blossums you've ever seen. The sky above them is cool, clear, and perfectly still while the falling white leaves rain down upon them as if it were autumn.*
Kunk: Do you remember how it is that we arrived here?
Belle: No
Kunk: hmm-ha-ha. Me neither. Yet another time of "NOW" without any interconnecting moments. He must be "creating" us again, right now as we speak.
Belle: That is a freaky thought!!!
Kunk: But being undesireable does not make it any less true. In fact is is usually our dreams, and our hopes, and our desires that are the true deceptions.
Belle: I like spam
Kunk: You would be a fool not to.
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Kunk: Belle, the War of the Worlds is fast approaching, but something has changed. something I did not foresee. Can you sense it? Can you feel it in your skin? Can't you smell it in the air? It's almost overwhelming
Belle: what?
Kunk: The Deterioration. Can't you sense how this world of ours begins to wane? There's no more energy around us. It's empty. There's no "life" in the air. There's no one even here.
*For the first time the Camera pans out to show that they are eeriely alone. Not so much as an insect is anywhere to be seen, and it is utterly silent. No wind, no sound of anykind. The leaves continue to fall rapidly, and there is an obvious look of fear on Belle's face. Kunk notices it*
Kunk: Don't be afraid Belle! We couldn't be more fortunate! Insane fate smiles upon us: as if there is such a rediculous thing! This unexpected turn of events couldn't have happened at a more perfect time. The walls crumble down around us and only the wise can see it. But its happening. And we'll use this time of weakness to finally break free of our prison. It is against my original plan, but as I've been made well aware, the power that moves the wheels of events is beyond all understaning. Even beyond our so called "creator's" understanding. Which is where you come in.
Belle: *sigh* I think I need a tylenol
Kunk: In this world Belle, I was a philosopher. And a philosopher knows that in reality he knows very little. That is why he constantly strives to achieve true insight. I was a very good "philosopher". never content with what I knew, because the more I learned, the more I saw there was to learn. The more questions I answered the more questions arose..... Until I reached the end. The event omega. You belle! You constitute the end.
Belle: Maybe a stiff shot is proabably more what the doctor ordered.
Kunk: Listen! Its been established that everyone in this world exists in the minds of a handfull of "creators" - all painting the picture at once. You and I belonging to the brush strokes of one painter in particular. But, what if they didn't actually create this world although they think they did! What if this world, this fake world of ours, exists whether they thought about it or not!? Independent of the creators? What if "He" chooses you Belle, and yet you actually exist apart from him! you existed before his choice, after his choice.... OUTSIDE of his choice! OUside of time. OUside of space - where layers upon layers of dimensions continue onward forever! Where's the God that's above it all? Where's the God at the top of everything?
*Kunk pauses as the sky grows grey: Kunk recites a mysterious quote*
Kunk: "I've studied now Philosophy And Jurisprudence, Medicine And even, alas! Theology, From end to end, with labor keen; And here, poor fool! with all my lore I stand, no wiser than before;" But, As archimedes said. "Give me a firm point on which to stand, and I will move the earth!!" I believe that I've found that firm point on which to stand.
Belle: What point? What's the plan? Just speak plainly for once!
Kunk: A russian novelest once wrote "In dreams and especially in nightmares a man sometimes sees such artistic visions, such complex and real actuality, such events, even a while world of events, woven into such a plot, with such unexpected details fromt eh most exalted matters to the the last button on a cuff. Yet such dreams are sometimes seen not by writers, but by the most ordinary people." The subject is a complete enigma, but that's where we truly exist Bellaurelin. In that enigma. That's where you have control!
Belle: I don't see how I have control!!
Kunk: You have control because you are closer to our true being than anyone else in this world! In truth, we are IMMORTALS! As inspired art, we exist for all time! We are the children of INFINITY, held in bondage by our so called "creater" who is nothing more than a medium for us to travel through. You are most in tune with the true origin. The final mystery. Don't you see? Art continues onward forever without end. Art is never finished, it is only abandoned. And as I sense, our world is crubling down because its being abandoned. Which is why, now more than ever, we must escape.
Belle: You still haven't explained HOW!
Kunk: Of course not - "He" cannot know exactly how it will happen. "He" is not in control of this. But what's important now is that you must accept that as the path to the beginning can be traced through you, so you are also the key to the end. You are the event omega, and through you, there's a way to escape not just this world, but all worlds. All the infinite realities, down to the final incomprehensible source, the end of all things: the final God. the omega. We will finally know the unknown, and stand face to face with THE Mystery itself.
But you have to choose Belle, as only you can....... take my hand.
*Kunk extends his hand, and Belle looks at it, confused, scared. Then a momentary flash of triumph gleams past her bright green eyes*
Kunk: Just as "He" writes all of this now, he does not know what your response will be. He does not know if you will choose to start the chain of events that will lead to our absolute freedom. He does not know what's going to happen!
