Post by MrDandy on Nov 14, 2016 0:27:54 GMT
There exist in this world a certain type of wonder in these precious moments of humanity. When words fall away and give light to the beauty of the human spirit. In these moments, the world matters not. The past and future don’t exist, all there is is within an instant. Nothing but two human souls in a true moment of understanding. Silence transcends beyond itself to reach an understanding between two human beans that words cannot begin to strive for. In a desolate, lonely world, there is beauty in connection. Two individuals come to a shared understanding, and know that they are not alone at all. Each of them fulfills the desire for loneliness the other holds, becoming the centre of the other’s personal universe. At this time, each of them know every passing glimmer of thought which races through the mind of the other. As they think, so they are. They tear down their false physical perceptions of one another and mentally embrace each other, becoming ever entwined in the other’s sense of self, they become simultaneously more and less than they actually are, on one side of things they are reduced to mere thoughts, shedding what is perceived as themselves, but they go through this divine metamorphosis only to become even more than themselves, they become reflections of the world around them, taking in the mental cogniscience of all life around them, be they big or small as they come to terms with the fact that the world around is merely a perception of how they see it, all just yet another facet of their thoughts. They create a world so far in expanse that it simultaneously greater yet lesser than infinity itself, infinity is something we are incapable of understanding, it is a flat expanse that goes on and on forever, our bodies — our minds are incapable of understanding the unending madness of the situation that we recognize everything as nothing, just another boring mindspace, but this bond between two men was in the end, no more than the creation of a mere man and as such, it could not go beyond what they were capable of comprehending, so what they made was a brilliant yet terrifying expanse, it was on the absolute cusp of what we could and as such it it became both true and faux endlessness. In this moment it was though they were the center of the universe, the twin masters of the essence of all creation, at that moment they knew exactly where they were in the grandiose scale of things, they came to the precise realization that in the sum total of everything in the universe they were nothing, but by becoming aware that they were absolutely nothing they became everything that man could comprehend and then more.
The mall was not but a stage in that time, grandiose and complex yet it was open in structure, bearing forth it’s beauty to the heavens above, perfect for the two men, brothers in the bonds of camaraderie to weave their intricate and tumultuous act upon. There was no place in the span of creation that could more accurately frame the fruits of human experience than that of a simple strip mall. There are many who like to thoughtlessly champion such shining examples of manmade beauty such as the Vatican or the Taj Mahal as the epitome of human progress but if that was so, why are these things so rare and extraordinary meanwhile humanity was ever present, leaking into every facet of our depressingly short life. Human nature lended itself in beautiful forms; consumption and creation dancing together in harmony, both sides of the coin coming together for such brilliant festivities. Here, on a world removed from earth, our home and native land, humanity could still flourish regardless of the thousands of miles of bleak, empty expanse between them and their home. When thrust upon with the burden of life in such a hard land made purely of sand and desolation, what did man do but create. He created and he thrived for a brighter life. On an alien world, one which found itself lacking every single one of the basic building blocks of foundation, what else could man come to build, but a strip mall? For indeed, the strip mall is man’s lust for material possessions made physical. It existed as nothing but an amalgamation of things to consume; the quintessence of greed. One could argue it existed as a representation of pure humanity, and in that form, it was the most apt place for humanity to shine.
The lights of the twin moons, Phobos and Deimos rang out in silver pearls from their territory, waves of intoxicating illuminessence dancing down in perfect symphony to the ever so far gone from the surface of the planet which they ruled. How tragic is must be to have such boundless freedom, an ever spanning kingdom purely to dance upon to your heart's very content but to be stranded just out of arm's reach, your promised kingdom a mere grasp away, so close to attaining happiness, to end the perpetual journey that is life yet to know that forevermore you can never have it. Their names were not but were cruel foreshadowing as to the nature and essence of life on Mars, the masters of nothing less of nightmares and terror themselves, born from Aphrodite and Ares as a pair of oh so immaculate twins. Naught but fear was what they were named to represent, but those names could not be further from the truth present in that time. Their twin moonlight was instead a beacon of hopeful luster, spewing forth and painting sandy red dunes of their lands in a gloriously brilliant silver glow. These dual lights lit the stage for the actors below, purest moonlight to compliment bare human emotion.
It was between the ever so insignificant centres of shopping that surrounded them where these two individuals became more than just themselves. Outside on the cold cement pathway illuminated by both the fluorescent lights of man and the endless nuclear inferno's of the gods themselves, a road spanning through both all the occasions in life, the tragic and the joyous, the monumental and the insignificant and yet, at the end of the day what they stood upon was none of these grand things, but in fact nothing more than just a road through the mall, a tiny insignificant pathway, in fact, an overwhelming majority of those brave souls who walked through the cycle of life, no matter how premature their was journey was cut short would tragically never know this simple walkway. The two fragile men bared their emotions to each other in total, those which they champion above themselves with an inane amount of pride and those to be eternally hidden the darkest recesses of their minds, kept forever unknown the divine fires of the stars above or else invoke shame most unimaginable, be they the most petty of surface level feelings or the most complex mastercrafts of the human race, pulled directly from the winding and incomprehensible labyrinth which we simply know as the human consciousness.
The light of the two moons danced in tandemic fine filaments through the simply brilliant golden tinged glow of the lights all around them. Somehow, someway unbenounced to the two men, colours were seemingly much richer here, more vibrant than they would if they were to be bathed in either of these two shining lights lights alone. Perhaps it was simply and truly due to the brilliantly fine illumination dancing about the night sky, perhaps it was the raw and intense bare emotion of the whole situation, but there was none of those so called dream-like qualities to the encounter in that moment. This was bare and pure realism. No more, no less. Guy’s shirt fluttered in the breeze, majestically dancing to the intoxicating rhythm of life to be found all around them, Rocco’s reflective glasses met the sheer beauty of the glow and raised their own unique take on them, a weirdly abstract yet perfectly clear reflection of the world around the two of them visible in the shining lenses. The actors were both ingrained in the world all around them, an inseparable part of the world around them, as though they were two cogs propelling life itself into motion. That same wind that toyed with the fabric of Guy’s clothes swept past them, around and around it danced, moving gracefully among the ferns of decoration, stirring their verdant leaves into a wild yet seemingly choreographed dance around the edges of reality, as though the entire universe was not more than an elaborate mechanism, preparing itself solely for this one single moment of perfection. The atmosphere was artificial, but it was alive all the same. Emotion and life flourished within it, its wind moving and dancing like the genuine article. Most days it was tarnished by a stale scent, but today — today, it was sweeter than any perfume.
Overhead, a rocket roared through the sky, a large mechanical harbinger, a bleak reminder of what exactly life on Mars entails, it wasn't the blissfully cheerful adventure that so many small children with aspirations of becoming an astronaut had imagined, it was a cold, dark, inhospitable wasteland, truly torture to all those stranded there. Whether the rocket was arriving or leaving mattered not, not to the people below. All that mattered was the crescendo of sound that accompanied emotional and physical swells. It was a trumpeting of the moment, announcing it out to the world at large. Many may not have known what it meant, but that mattered not, it was important all the same. Its sound crashed through the heavens for a moment, and then faded away, leaving beautiful silence in the aftermath of the roaring song’s climax. The sound was gone, but the trail lingered, a line of smoke bisecting the very sky above. Perhaps this was the universe’s way of showing us the human condition, the innate separation. But as the smoke drifted away and the sky was made whole once more, the meaning was unmistakable. In this moment, all of creation collaborated to show just what sort of connection was made here and now.
There were no onlookers, none that mattered, at least. Other men, women and even their fellow rebels fell away in that time, their importance minimal to what these two pillars of humanity meant, their voices forming into a maddening uproar before falling off into a meaningless plethora staccatos but to them, it mattered not, they would struggle to speak over one another but for the . Even the girl, that girl which was the holy spark of divine knowledge that begot the fires of vigor was lost in the blaze of these two flamingly heterosexual men. They blazed like torches in the night, statues of valor and vigor on an alien world, announcing to all just what humanity was about.
As they uttered their brilliant wordplay, actions matched spoken ideals in the highest form of art. Guy’s hand sank downward in a purely natural movement and grasped at the fabric of his jeans. Constricting the fabric, he outlined the form of his ideals in a simple and concise movement. What he said was vital, but it merely punctuated what he did. Actions spoke infinitely louder than words. In an instant, without hesitation, his partner in transcendence reciprocated the gesture. Rocco did the same as his companion, and crowned his king's piece with a prideful and unhesitating grasp. They put their masculinity on display in pure unadulterated glory, this action was both, simultaneously a rival and salute the other, and in that posturing, found that they understood their fellow man. Not just one another but in fact, everyone, the whole human race from the most sick and demented people to the most pious and devout practitioners of peace. Their hands sought truth. They found themselves in their grasp, and accepted their tactile virility matched against an equal of emotional and physical breadth.
A long time ago, there was a man — a man named Carl Jung. Jung was known far and wide all across the Earth in his time, there were those who believed he was a nutter, a loon, not any more than an incomprehensible blubbering madman, his workings to be discarded at the earliest available convenience, these men however, were quite simply put, incorrect, their thoughts narrow minded and ill-thought out, purely meant to shield their puny plebeian minds from such genius that they were unable to comprehend at the time of first hearing it, their further reactions shamelessly stained after such ill initial receptions. Jung’s theory was simply put as follows, the human mind could be separated into three defined segments easily and without fail, the first and most simple to comprehend facet of our minds are our consciousness, the thoughts found there in our consciousness are those that we ourselves are aware of, these are the passing thoughts we hold from day to day, the theatre of the mind we use to put on a spectacularly fabulous show of whatever simple yet splendorous muse just so happened to cross our mindscape at the perfect moment to infatuate us in their presence. The second piece to the puzzle of our mind is the personal unconsciousness, the personal unconsciousness is the most powerful, albeit not the most important segments of our minds that we have, it is here in these mental catacombs that our thoughts, experiences, memories, traumas and fears are to be stored after our brain has grown exhausted of entertaining their existence, this is the part of the brain that records the knowledge and impressions we have picked up over the course of a lifetime, defining every single insignificant aspect of who we are, the wise and the bold to the fearful and the incompetent. However, these reasons are not the purpose I have for calling the man known as Carl Jung to your attention, the reason I have for doing so is his third and most controversial shard of the gemstone of humanity — the collective unconsciousness, the collective unconsciousness is a bizarre thing that is hard for us on an individual level to reach out and grasp, the idea behind it states that to an extent, the human race is a hive mind, we all have baser thoughts, urges and imaginings that are shared between not just some but the entirety of the human race, the reason why this is significance is because from this moment in time, this is no longer Jung's theory, no, this was concrete evidence that on a base level, even those of us who are seemingly worlds apart in terms of who we are as humans can come to be one in the same.
There are those out there among us who believe that the actions of their fellow man be they grand or be they minute have no lasting meaning, all of it is just another facet of the infinite facade that we refer to as society, simply another mask in the collection of faces we wear in order to navigate through life’s hardships. However, if they were to witness a moment with such magnitude as this then surely they would be convinced otherwise of their narrow minded ideals. The pair of destined brethren grasped at their immense, throbbing erections through their trousers, their sheer tactile and material hardness only comparable to that of diamonds. Diamonds, they are a curious thing, they are elements of great beauty and majesty and yet have such vulgar and barbaric practical use, their extreme resilience taken unjust advantage of, are they not comparable to man? The extravagant elegance of the male figure makes even the most brilliant of gemstones pale in contrast to their beauty, if so, why must we corrupt their divine beauty to sate our demonic and shameful lust? We desire to taint their transcendent and pure glory with none other than the monstrous and revolting face of a ever primal beast which shall not be named. We force these beings which deserve nothing more than to dwell in a higher plain of existence and look down on our meager form in contempt into disgusting labour. force them to filthy their elegant being and humble their form in such manners as hunting, gathering building and even performing in jest for our consumptions, so I ask you again, can you really look upon the beauty of the male form and compare them to anything less than diamonds?
Ergo, if dicks are diamonds, what are grins? What are they if not rays of sunshine that depict our souls in barest fact? The sun is a brilliant thing. It is a universal giver of life throughout the world as we know it but it is also a universal destroyer, arbitrarily burning all of its creations without mercy nor exception. In the correct situation, a smile can be a grenter of joy, setting nearby souls alight with the passionate flame of enjoyment, bringing forth an unmistakable atmosphere in the room, one filled with the hollering laughter of friends and the creation of new found bonds. However, an ill timed grin can have the direct opposite effect. It can add insult most foul to an already open wound, they can tear down the precious self-esteem that some humans have spent months, years or even decades establishing for themselves all in the brief, trivial existence of a moment in time. It is in that way that grins are the suns of atmosphere, they create and they destroy equally and without prejudice. There is a widespread belief that eyes are windows to the soul. They allow us to exchange thoughts more eloquently than words ever could give way to all without speaking. In this moment however, they were much more than mere windows. Through a shared gaze Guy and Rocco learnt everything about each other yet simultaneously forgot themselves in the same moment. For that brief moment in time, there was no Guy nor was there a Rocco. At that moment, they were one.
So when eyes are capable of creating such heightened understanding between two different individuals, how can one simply get away with calling them mere windows? Rather, it stands to reason that eyes are not just a method to look into one's soul, but rather they provide a method to interact with it and profoundly understand it on an incredibly personal level. I feel as though when we are to perceive a moment like this, eyes are best seen as a jigsaw puzzle, they are fickle and confusing things, when looking onto them you are often unsure of exactly what it is you are looking for till it is well past the where you have found it. however, in trade off with this immense clarity, with one small mistaken piece of information, eyes can bestow upon the viewer a completely misguided and incorrect image than was intended by the truth of the subjects reality. For these are the reasons I stand to argue that eyes are not mere windows to the soul, but a complex and interactive puzzle directly born from the seas of one's soul.
Love is a beautiful thing. Love is often seen as when we are able to find a mere reflection of what we perceive our self as but no, love is something different, love is when we are able to use someone else as a key to open the gates of self-discovery in order to advance on to a whole new level of self-awareness, love is when someone is able to not only able to be your lover and your friend but also be your teacher and your councillor. It is this kind of transcended relationship that only briefly begins to touch upon the extreme emotional and perfectly hetero connection that existed between Rocco and Guy in this moment. They experienced a kind of absolutely heterosexual emotional tension that none of the one-million twenty-five thousand one-hundred and ten words in the English language can be strung together in any order that will successfully convey the feelings that they felt in that moment. When one complements the other, they may not believe first, when one criticizes the other, they may not appreciate the first, when one ignores the other, they may not forgive the first but when one loves the other, they may just grow to love the first back in a one-hundred percent hetero way. Fools who believe themselves to be above relationships will claim that love is for the weak but the truly wise will acknowledge that there is no strength more divine than the mental fortitude which accompanies the simple yet glorious ability to have someone whom you can share your innermost and most primal thoughts with. Some people look to these moments — nay, these transcendent works of art as absolutely undeniable proof of god or some other form higher power, but rather, it is the opposite. The Merriam-Webster defines faith as the undying belief in something with absolutely no proof nor backing evidence be it circumstantial or otherwise. The main argument followers of religion have for the ever-present question of why god does not give absolutely undeniable proof of his existence is that if man was undeniably sure of his existence then there would be nothing to have faith in, however, when such moments exist that transcend all quantifiable standards of beauty that man holds, how is that not absolute proof of the existence of a higher power?
Guy was the first of the mad twins bare their smile for the other. He felt it first as a tinge of emotion in his breast, not more than a spark of feelings feelings before erupting proudly into the world of physicality. His heart precisely knew what this moment meant to both Guy and the world at large before his mind began to perceive even the cusp of what happening. Here, stranded alongside the other on an alien world, unknown to man no more than a few mere decades he had found not just a friend, but an equal, a lesser and also a superior. Someone to stand alongside and see things from the same perspective, together at the edge of the world but also someone to look to with pride and say without a doubt that maybe not in total, but in at least one field you are the maker of the other, however, they also served as a beacon to the other, shining out to signal one another amongst a twisted sea of perversion known as humanity, a light that they could strive to reach in order to ascertain the betterment of themselves. The edge of his lip quivered, his grip tightened for a moment. And ever so slowly, he grinned. His sunlight painted the air in a flash of gleaming teeth, blinding even to the diamonds above in the sky above like the ones below in their trousers. His smile was aflame and his gaze was full of stoic comprehension, truly the piece to complete the other’s puzzle. He didn’t speak, there was no more need for such primitive and meaningless communication between the two on them. Language did naught but limit for how could words completely encompass the wild intricacies of thought and emotion? Instead, he made a small noise in his throat. A hum of approval as he bowed his head to this god of humanity. And indeed, in that moment, they were both gods.
And Guy’s smile was soon reciprocated. Rocco had, until this moment in time, seen the other as simply a younger thing to protect, not unlike the children that so admired him. But now he knew that Guy was something more, someone like him. A true man stood facing him, both grasping fully what it meant to be a man. Rocco matched his peer’s expression with one of his own, all the emotion in a more restrained state. He had reached this pinnacle before, and pride swelled in his heart to see another grow himself to this level. His heart and elation throbbed, and though he did not bare his teeth, his lips pulled up in a smile all the same. A similar hum resounded, the two matched physically, emotionally, and audibly now. He nodded, a firm and reassuring gesture. An acknowledgement of what this moment in time meant for both of them. Guy had found an equal, Rocco had witnessed an equal be made. Manhood forged in the fires of competition right in front of his very eyes. It was a glorious moment, and one that he was glad to witness. And that was why he smiled. For in his heart, he was well and truly glad.
As they stood there, facing one another Guy came to a certain realization. In this person he had barely known for more than a few days but has welcomed him into his home he found something that he had lacked for as long as he could remember: genuine understanding. This was not a matter of whether or not Rocco liked him, in fact, Guy found that he didn’t particularly care one way or another. Be they enemies or friends - and fortunately they fell as the latter - the two appreciated and respected one another. It was not for simple actions or gestures of forced kindness, acts that Guy had hid behind for his entire life. They saw the value in the other as a person, the bravery it took to grab one’s cock and lay their heart on the line for all to witness. It wasn’t what they did, but their character and very nature that appeared so admirable to the other. As the smiled proud, they knew that even should they find themselves at each other’s throats their would be no deeper feelings than their respect. Love was too shallow a word, words too weak a medium, only their smiles and their shafts were firm enough to commune what they meant.
Guy felt a hand upon his shoulder. He needn’t look back to know what the small yet firm touch upon his being was. It was a proud farewell as his stand, so restrained and weakened faded away into his back. He had spent his whole life terrified of the tiny cosmonaut, the thought of its very existence a wedge between him and others. He had managed to suppress it, lock it away for years on end within his very soul, leaving it to grow small, weak and atrophied like a muscle which had never seen use. All these years and he had never let his stand — no, never let himself grow farther beyond the threshold set for himself. But now, that dark age was over, upon the surface of mars, in a dusty little strip mall designed to take the minds of the weary prisoners off of their depressing workaday lives, he found himself freed of that burden. In his heart, Guy had hoped for the red world to be an escape, a place to find others akin to himself. He was right. This red speck of dust, so very different from his blue home, was still full of people. People like him, but for Guy to think that there was some difference was wrong. His powers didn’t matter, he had always been a person, always had a place to turn. It took flying to a world apart and staring death in the eye to come close to realize it. The mall was an apt place for his epiphany. If it were truly the symbol of man, then what better place for Guy to realize his humanity. The fact that he didn’t have to be liked to be respected, to be acknowledged, it meant the world to him. Now, with that knowledge enriching his heart and mind, Guy could finally grow.
The process began as a quiet little noise. A humming ripple, slicing through the brisk night time air that at first, seemed to be felt more than heard. It grew for a moment, crescendoing within Guy like the rocket above no more than a few moments ago only to fade away once again just as the rocket did, but this, this was not a harbinger of depression and meaningless but one of hope. As the sound disappeared, there was a shadow above Guy, a discoloration of the air where the dual lights vanished. It didn’t cast down its shade on him, just hung there like a halo. It rippled, and from it, something new to the world, it began to slide downwards. It was a humanoid form, almost as tall as the young man which controlled it. Head facing the ground, in a way it rose up from the shadow in strange fluctuations of gravity. It bore a round ebony helmet, the visor common to astronauts, jet black and glossy like a mirror. A tall collar rose around its neck, black as well, fringed with intricate lace that adorned it. A white cravat obscured its neck and graced its ebony lapel. The coat followed down into long fluttering tails that drifted about its slender legs. Those legs were just as long as Guy’s, and were adorned by matte silver leggings that hugged its form. Legs yielded to feet which wore elegant black shoes, fine laceless oxfords with an accent of white spats. The stand was slim, it was elegant, and it was grown. Guy had some impressive shoes to fill, but at last the goal was in sight. He didn’t need to look at what his cosmonaut had developed to, he knew its shape in his heart. Slowly, the stand curled around in midair, righting itself to the orientation of the two men. It floated behind Guy, proud and shining. Blackstar Act 2 had arrived.
