If you can't tell your own story, you have none. If you have no idea about yourself, you're nobody. But the truth is that we have to stick together to find ourselves again, because we are here.
The truth is covered in both directions. Knowledge and belief are strong and very similar glasses through which we see things. There is no truth in the unspeakable. But it's there. In the darkness all is possible and nothing that can be verified.
The invisible. It's there.
You are there.
You are here.
Close to yourself.
an elephant said to a microwave"why aren't you fly away?""i am lovely captured in that higher sense to serve my image.
A stepless ladder to the sky."
"isn't it beautiful?"
€urOPER 1 ACT Emptying / 1 PART CLEANING - THE RITUAL
Being born privileged and surrounded by billions of tempting chances, a well feeded mind leads you to a complex scenario that seems to be covered by a shining impassable curtain. A sparkling curtain, knitted by the fairy dust of capitalism, success and society role models. By deep tempting it creates strongly desires that builds up a big hole inside of you, nearly a you hole, expanding to give space, 3 dimensional floorless, to suck this desire and make it a warm burning eternal flame that we start falling into love, a love that turns into a need, a need that never stops and creating an idea of ourselves, an empty depending love, showed to- and made by- the believers.
The tribe behind the curtain, squeezed by the curtain, self dissolving, disappearing … What seems harder to take than the tears of the privileged, that raises a shining monument that undresses a dream that leads the believers to a created border control, that turns to a role switch that made the clown into the viewer, understanding that the whole play he made is made by others.
Heavy chains, that as well can seem as a railing, as an protecting society uterus that allows us being not responsible for anything, that gives us an idea of meaning within this game and therefor settle a strongly needed value. Empty. Its hard to take this only possibility of being a nobody, while playing individual all the time, struggling and creating own images and models of our self roles. We can't escape. And the last and biggest challenge is ourselves. The Self is the greatest obstacle, the unbearable problem we have.
Whatever, by living and being born inside this great spectacle, the opera already begun. Surrounded by the big play the roles seems settled, or at least the scripts for possible roles seems already written down, captured in a huge library of the european cosmos. We are part of, we are born into, and now we first have to empty ourselves to see what is the vessel is about, what alternity it helds, or at least, we have to find small gaps of real creation, of Co-determination, to break through the old and given roles and implement some self chosen aspects.
What is the Opera about? The Opera of our Time, the tragedy we are raised by, the Role Play we have to choose and go through, the conflict of the clown that's a spectator itself, understanding that even his freedom is manipulated, is dependent, captured and prewritten.
Dependence becomes a desire, we are looking for the leader who tells us where to go, who suggests a sense that carries us, that gives us strength, a place in the big game, who opens the curtain so that in the end we remain just a nobody, but a nobody who had something to say, surrounded and strengthened by the Syrians of their own ideas, endowed with unimagined magical powers and fairy tales, powers that the vessel already has in it, a vessel that it forbids itself to be used and wants to shine, deeply buried. And the guide becomes an archeologist, who carefully brings up these beautiful vessels with small brushes and makes them visible, creating a pure culture in its entirety. The vessel itself is the true treasure. Of course it can break, of course it is empty and only seems to be there to carry something else.
€urOPER 1 ACT Emptying / 2 PART UNCERTAINTY - THE DREAM
After the great exertion, God, disappeared. and the Monument falling into a long journey of an infinite Dream. a great Uncertainty colored the whole Horizon. In infinite circles, he pulled all elements. good and bad, that now populated the horizon. filled with sorrows, unchained fears, desires, and the big wish for counterparts, that creates Strength. and Security. And suddenly those that had been one were now pairs.
the individual elements became great wholes. one became two. two parts of a whole. two wishes that became one. two longings that merged into one. grief took love. sorrow took sorrow. uncertainty took uncertainty. longing took longing. wound took pain. imperfection took acceptance. and nihilism took confidence. merging back and forth into one organism.
let's create shiny couples
twins of a one, that divides into disliking each others parts
that's fun, so they needing each others just to be, even tho they absolutely don't like the other part that makes themselfs, so they could think they create themselves while creating their opposites in the same way, hahahaha
the hand that is grabbing after one thing, gets the absolute opposite, wow, thats a lot of meaning and a great confusing, the more you do the less you can do with it!
its secure that you will reach nothing, or better all that you want and don't want in the same time, what we gonna do about it?
Ignorance! Oblivion! Envy! Needs!
Brilliant, the game can begin
The Ruler needs to be carried and is depended on the believe
Overpower can only be reached with empty, weak and stupid followers
The inside is confirmed and directed by the outside
Little senseless obvious differences will dividing the natural belonging unit
Abstraction shape the believed real so its getting invisible and over layered by an order of nonsense
Emotions create fantasy images that could never be found with your eyes and leading to a desire that is strongly connected to a value systems of rules
Freedom is not given, you have to take it
Advantages can only exist because of many disadvantages
The opera already begun!
Pairs. Couples. Uncertainty.
The need for love.
Searched in the other.