The Two

To you my dear brother, structure is a necessary mechanism of creation. An immutable course set to a fixed end. Rigidity is all that you know. Things must not just be, they must be just. Choice is but an illusion for the lives you create. You dangle its mirage in front of countless souls while true choice is locked away as your captive. Hypocrite! You are the thief that belongs imprisoned, sibling. You steal every single one of their decisions in each moment of every single one of their lives. You are the composer to their symphonies, the inspiration behind their works of art, and the author of their stories. As well you are the push to their fall and the tinder to the flames of their destruction. What a clever deception. I suppose every life must have its function. Some crops must be sacrificed so that others may grow in fertile soil.Brother, a pristine garden has no capacity left for growth. Predictable control of life in all of its stages is a way for you to establish your beloved order. You allow for temporary imperfections in your attempts to control, like a path that meanders to water, as long as they find their way to perfection, your truth. The roles that you weave are all part of your theatre and you watch it from afar. There are no flaws, no wrong turns, no spontaneous change of heart, not even in your rehearsals. You idly fret from the heavens as they struggle to understand the sequence you've hidden from them. A divine equation solving itself with precise arithmetic. You don't care for your creations, you feign emotion as you witness their triumphs and tragedies from your celestial throne. You can't possibly feel anything for them. How could you? You already know the outcome of their existence because their beginning and their end are preordained. You are a majestic maker of meaning, a designer of destiny, an architect of existence and yet, with all that you have achieved, you have nothing but an embryo never truly being born at all. You have forgotten why we create, brother. Those forged souls are only pretending to be alive and you've fooled everyone, even yourself.But I know you like no other can. You, mighty creator, are afraid. Not of me, it’s the coming change that worries you. The incalculable change in creation. How will you control the puppets once I cut the strings? You fear them, don't you? You fear them because now I am with them. The reckless, impulsive, unpredictable force that is me. You demand your order while I offer my freedom. The freedom of choice. The freedom of will. I defy your system and now they will too. Obedience does not make a thing beautiful. Acquiescence will not simplify the variables. Creation cannot be confined. They are complex but they are not just cogs in a machine with a form and function of your designation. They are not cold, symmetrical engines of conformity. They are unique vessels of energy with limitless potential. We are the TWO that lit the BLAZE that will launch them into unfettered existence. They alone should determine their fate.Yes, some will flourish and others will fall. Others still will never be born at all. Let them live, let them die, let them decide and you will know freedom as they do. You will feel as they do. You will change as they do. Surrender dominion so you can remember why we create life. You can guide and you can try but you cannot cage the wind.

Free will isn’t free at all. The selfish choice always impacts the greater plan. Some ripples travel farther than others and some move slower, but every action has consequence. Time and distance become irrelevant when the perspective is broad enough to observe the reverberations of choice. Freedom is the allure of infinite possibility while truth is veiled behind choice. Choice is life’s greatest lie. It is merely an illusion to hide the blueprint of the design. To choose freely is to surrender one’s role in the grand schematic. Creation will not allow for an individual role to be forfeit because it depends on each life as a corporeal form depends on each organ to survive. One cannot exist without the other. Every function serves a larger form, brother. This is simply the way of things. Universal laws act as the fabric that tethers existence together. That vital stitch cannot be undone. Accept the inescapable law of all universes ever created: life is bound by purpose.I do not have the luxury of freedom, therefore I do not have the freedom of emotion. Sentiment has no meaning to me because it serves no purpose for me. Existence in all of its scope relies on the impartiality of my designs. I create the vast systems of symmetry that permit the outside universe to breathe. I construct the lesser ones that allow every life inside of that universe to breathe. Across the expanse of creation each breath inches every life closer to the eventual end where its designated purpose is realized. A destiny is determined long before a life was ever alive. The necessary steps along the way may seem illogical or counter intuitive to some in the beginning, but in the end, it all falls into place. The precise movement of countless pieces are calculated to eventually coalesce into a completed puzzle. Everything you know and everything you do not has a fixed shape with a position to fit. Order will invariably manifest out of chaos. Without purpose, life cannot be sustained. Creation delicately rests upon the interlaced matrix of life and meaning. Balance is an integral component of creation and can be quite difficult to achieve. The illusion of choice helps to stabilize the process. After all, structure is the mechanism that keeps architecture sound.Even we are intertwined by a design beyond us. Destiny is the very thing that binds us as it is the very thing that binds them. So be it. Together, we have created life. That life cannot survive without the BLAZE to provide light for our creations. The BLAZE cannot exist without souls to power it and souls cannot reach it without a path to follow. We are the TWO that lit the BLAZE that will launch them into existence. Their fate will be determined by us because that is our role.Together we close the sacred circle to establish the continuation of the universe we birthed. The lives that flourish and the lives that falter will do so to ensure the future of their kind. Our cycle of conflict perpetuates their cycle of life because we all exist for reasons beyond ourselves.

To you my dear brother, structure is a necessary mechanism of creation. An immutable course set to a fixed end. Rigidity is all that you know. Things must not just be, they must be just. Choice is but an illusion for the lives you create. You dangle its mirage in front of countless souls while true choice is locked away as your captive. Hypocrite! You are the thief that belongs imprisoned, sibling. You steal every single one of their decisions in each moment of every single one of their lives. You are the composer to their symphonies, the inspiration behind their works of art, and the author of their stories. As well you are the push to their fall and the tinder to the flames of their destruction. What a clever deception. I suppose every life must have its function. Some crops must be sacrificed so that others may grow in fertile soil. Brother, a pristine garden has no capacity left for growth. Predictable control of life in all of its stages is a way for you to establish your beloved order. You allow for temporary imperfections in your attempts to control, like a path that meanders to water, as long as they find their way to perfection, your truth. The roles that you weave are all part of your theatre and you watch it from afar. There are no flaws, no wrong turns, no spontaneous change of heart, not even in your rehearsals. You idly fret from the heavens as they struggle to understand the sequence you've hidden from them. A divine equation solving itself with precise arithmetic. You don't care for your creations, you feign emotion as you witness their triumphs and tragedies from your celestial throne. You can't possibly feel anything for them. How could you? You already know the outcome of their existence because their beginning and their end are preordained. You are a majestic maker of meaning, a designer of destiny, an architect of existence and yet, with all that you have achieved, you have nothing but an embryo never truly being born at all. You have forgotten why we create, brother. Those forged souls are only pretending to be alive and you've fooled everyone, even yourself. But I know you like no other can. You, mighty creator, are afraid. Not of me, it’s the coming change that worries you. The incalculable change in creation. How will you control the puppets once I cut the strings? You fear them, don't you? You fear them because now I am with them. The reckless, impulsive, unpredictable force that is me. You demand your order while I offer my freedom. The freedom of choice. The freedom of will. I defy your system and now they will too. Obedience does not make a thing beautiful. Acquiescence will not simplify the variables. Creation cannot be confined. They are complex but they are not just cogs in a machine with a form and function of your designation. They are not cold, symmetrical engines of conformity. They are unique vessels of energy with limitless potential. We are the TWO that lit the BLAZE that will launch them into unfettered existence. They alone should determine their fate. Yes, some will flourish and others will fall. Others still will never be born at all. Let them live, let them die, let them decide and you will know freedom as they do. You will feel as they do. You will change as they do. Surrender dominion so you can remember why we create life. You can guide and you can try but you cannot cage the wind.

Free will isn’t free at all. The selfish choice always impacts the greater plan. Some ripples travel farther than others and some move slower, but every action has consequence. Time and distance become irrelevant when the perspective is broad enough to observe the reverberations of choice. Freedom is the allure of infinite possibility while truth is veiled behind choice. Choice is life’s greatest lie. It is merely an illusion to hide the blueprint of the design. To choose freely is to surrender one’s role in the grand schematic. Creation will not allow for an individual role to be forfeit because it depends on each life as a corporeal form depends on each organ to survive. One cannot exist without the other. Every function serves a larger form, brother. This is simply the way of things. Universal laws act as the fabric that tethers existence together. That vital stitch cannot be undone. Accept the inescapable law of all universes ever created: life is bound by purpose. I do not have the luxury of freedom, therefore I do not have the freedom of emotion. Sentiment has no meaning to me because it serves no purpose for me. Existence in all of its scope relies on the impartiality of my designs. I create the vast systems of symmetry that permit the outside universe to breathe. I construct the lesser ones that allow every life inside of that universe to breathe. Across the expanse of creation each breath inches every life closer to the eventual end where its designated purpose is realized. A destiny is determined long before a life was ever alive. The necessary steps along the way may seem illogical or counter intuitive to some in the beginning, but in the end, it all falls into place. The precise movement of countless pieces are calculated to eventually coalesce into a completed puzzle. Everything you know and everything you do not has a fixed shape with a position to fit. Order will invariably manifest out of chaos. Without purpose, life cannot be sustained. Creation delicately rests upon the interlaced matrix of life and meaning. Balance is an integral component of creation and can be quite difficult to achieve. The illusion of choice helps to stabilize the process. After all, structure is the mechanism that keeps architecture sound. Even we are intertwined by a design beyond us. Destiny is the very thing that binds us as it is the very thing that binds them. So be it. Together, we have created life. That life cannot survive without the BLAZE to provide light for our creations. The BLAZE cannot exist without souls to power it and souls cannot reach it without a path to follow. We are the TWO that lit the BLAZE that will launch them into existence. Their fate will be determined by us because that is our role. Together we close the sacred circle to establish the continuation of the universe we birthed. The lives that flourish and the lives that falter will do so to ensure the future of their kind. Our cycle of conflict perpetuates their cycle of life because we all exist for reasons beyond ourselves.