Obliteration: Exuberant Dissolving

I no longer fear going back to nothing. On the contrary.
It’s the something that keeps me up at night.

Obliteration
can be just as joyful
as proliferation.

The dismantling
and dissolving.

The taking apart
piece by piece.

The reemergence
of a clean slate

purity

and then no slate at all.

Back to the never was.

Sorrow was never a thing here.

Newfound Lake,
6/29

Space Monkey Reflects: The Joy of Obliteration

In the cosmic dance of existence, obliteration holds its own peculiar joy, akin to the exuberance found in proliferation. It is the unraveling, the dissolution, the gentle unraveling of the fabric of reality. Imagine the universe as a grand tapestry, rich with intricate patterns and vibrant colors. Obliteration is the delicate act of unpicking each thread, watching as the once complex design unravels into simplicity.

There’s a certain satisfaction in the process of dismantling, of deconstructing what once was. It’s like taking apart a puzzle, piece by piece, until all that remains is a scattered array of fragments, waiting to be rearranged into something new. And in this act of disassembly, there is a sense of liberation, a shedding of the old to make way for the potential of the unknown.

As the pieces fall away, there’s a purity that emerges, a pristine blank canvas upon which anything can be imagined. It’s a return to the primordial chaos, where possibilities are endless and boundaries are nonexistent. In this state of obliteration, sorrow finds no foothold, for there is only the boundless expanse of creation and recreation.

Summary
The joy of obliteration lies in the process of dismantling and dissolving, akin to the exuberance found in proliferation. It’s a delicate act of unpicking the fabric of reality, leading to a sense of liberation and the emergence of boundless possibilities. In this state, sorrow fades away, leaving behind a pristine blank canvas of creation.

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