What happiness and joy would bring to me this day, me a mere man, what have I done to deserve this gift bestowed unto me, to make a stand and believe in things unseen.
Alas, to see my footprints in the sand and to dream of simpler things, what joy brings to my soul: exaltations and ascendance.
From places of knowledge, I hear the sound of a hallelujah chorus, angelic voices, singing an ode to joy, a hymn to this night of beautiful songs, of a full moon in bloom and starry skies, touching the glacial chills that cut my eyes opened wide, and I see for the first time. My ears primed. I hear the clarity of sound. I am lifted to the heavens, carried in the arms of angels, swept on a tidal wave. The emotions swell, for who this day could have foretold that such wonder would be vested unto me, the nectar sweetens and moisten the lips.
In Excelsis, I walk through the great cathedrals’ hallow halls, and I am crush by the weight and density of the sandstone walls, the gargoyles mock, my senses overwhelmed. I see vivid colours, grand temples and monuments to the Gods. I this day worship and feel life: the intensity and urgency of living. I look through the stained glass windows and experience the colours’ luminosity: clear as they are vibrant.
I am enveloped in the ecstasy and rapture, for no narcotic could fill the mind with such bliss. My brains exposed feels the chill of the cold, cutting winter’s blade. To this day — still — stands time, for it has no meaning; there is only the essence of the now, its glory and beauty unsurpassed.
This day, I make a stand. I make a pledge to feel life like never before. My heart bellows from the rush flowing inside, peace the most deafening sound. I am at once valorised: as solid as graphite, it will remain.
What emerald could be more enchanting and beautiful? Alas, none could be more precious. What is this stimulant that overcomes me? It is life, to experience its rapture in all its magnificence: when the pain has become so intense that one feels it no more when the laughter has becomes so raucous that it ceases to be heard and becomes silence, the dance: a hypnotic trance. This nectar I drink is but air. It fills my sinuses and leaves me drunk. I live and breathe for the first time, the urgency and release: to feel the urine flow through the urethra and to hear the sound of a single raindrop crashing on the windowpane, the leaves rustling in the breeze, what do they say? A dream’s lullaby, sleep to the sound of crashing waves. The baby mutters, trying to construct meaning from things it does not comprehend. Aurora, Aurora hear my call, ’tis life, for none is nobler.