But let the frame of things, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly. Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy." - William Shakespeare, "Macbeth"
Theseus' Dream (1) a dark night so dark the stars refuse to shine they hide in their hovels fearful of the coming storm the people feel it see it fear it they know it comes and it does the storm shows no mercy it kills men women children no compassion no mercy only death destruction the extinguishing of the light of the life of All high above seems so simple so plain a bright globe the container of All embraced by the Life Serpent but it is different dark at the edges growing consuming the Serpent swallows its tail constricts the globe chokes it suffocates it smaller smaller still impossibly small inside strife turmoil in the center war death blood betrays blood a mighty army marches upon itself they shoot forth thunder countless fall their screams quenched by darkness death man on the mountain keeper of the order faces his enemy ignorant unaware the true enemy is behind above hiding the doppleganger stalks its prey a thunderclap the man of the mountain falls gone to join the fate of so many others high above the Serpent eats itself so little left even less nothing it disappears swallowed whole the All with it nothing remains but the Nothing An open hand missing All gone