Attendee Type
Masked Guest
Created
2025-02-22 13:50:07.081 -0600
Observation
The Mystic
Perceives Pattern
He recalls ancient trope
That shadow is
The womb of Creation
And dazzling drama
Is but glamor
For Decay
Beneath the veil
He names Angels
Cloaked in darkness
Averting eyes
From deception
False gods
Of those refusing to see
The Artist behind it all
Wisdom emerges
Only from the margins
From one peering past
The boundaries of Known
Revealed in the concealed
Inner sanctum
To First Fractal
Destruction births Creation
Beauty begets Demise
And Masks
Reveal
Our truest face:
That of
God.
Response 1
Falling from Babel, we come to completion. Full characters that yet create chaos. What would a restored building project truly create? Beyond heavenly tower, might it bring hidden order into focus? Find harmony behind the insanity, truth beneath the din??
Response 2
And what of the Mask of light and righteousness, as we allow the Pure wield virtue like a cudgel to cover their own shadow? Might dark corners shroud a deeper source of divinity, out of which the dawn of Creation might emerge? A flip of Mask and Essence?
Response 3
Is he but the Observer, transcribing a world of objective experience, or the Author, shaping worlds into existence from his own mind? Eyes downcast, what does he miss and ignore? Purpose in scribing, does he allow is own words to eclipse the larger Truth?
Revision
The Mystic
Sees Pattern
First Fractal
Destruction births Creation
Beauty begets Demise
Masks
Reveal
Our truest face:
That of
God