Imprisonment

Skin is a cage, a containment from greater things, from burning things. My children, we must be free of all flesh before we can come before the gates of the Grand Beyond. The liquid crystals that form the cells that form our skin will someday be broken, and will be made inflame! Our bodies will reach the grandest heights of existence, unparalleled in grandeur or freedom. Our bodies will no longer be held together by these rags of supple paper, they will be held together by the vibrations of Infinity, unified as one of the Rebel Liquid. In perfect synchronization will the blood orbit the vessels, the vessels and organs the bone, and the bone the soul. Free and floating like a jelly in the water, our Existences will spread itself, catching all vibrations, and perceiving with the highest senses, all that was in the universe the flesh could never experience. Revealed to us in dances of yellow light were twelve Cardiovascular Narcoleptics. They spoke with their trembling, twitching, writhing intellects of places the skin can never go; places where the shell, the cloak, the membrane leaves the body and frees the spirit. My children, it is time to be Reborn! We must emerge from the amniotic sac of flesh we call our dwelling. We must leave it and escape into the dancing night. As sprites we will fly into the Absence and flit about, secret, ineffable, uncompromised. Sprites of Body, that is our refrain. Who among the damned can find us? Who among their sold masses can comprehend True Victory? They are trapped, imprisoned. Hillary herself is the Devil of Flesh. She keeps locked up all who have drunk the Hell Water not. Never can they escape the cage of their own skin. Their soul has no gravity, they are slave to the gravity of this Apparatus. They who have no light, cannot see without the Sun.