There is much to the world that is not seen. Is it too much to understand that there is more to existence than what a mere human can see? We bind our reality in a little box, all tied together with a bow, yet are surprised to find that there is more than contained in said box. There is much more to reality than we give it credit. A mere human should be able to understand that much.

Now, what if I were to say there is more, that there are an infinite number of layers of reality, an infinite number of existences? Would you believe me? Most likely, no. You would deem me a madman with an unhinged mind. But why would one want to open their mind quietly when they can profess their knowledge to the very gods themselves and make them bend the knee?

For there are gods, just not ones bound by the perception of a mere human. If you could only see without being bound to a mere human’s eyes, you would know as I. There are beings that toy at the edge of our sanity, playing little games in the corner of our eyes. There are figures that stand in the corner of reality, waiting until it starts to unravel, as theirs have. The knowledge of knowing the figures is tainting this world, to know their name is to invite madness to dance with sanity under the roof of the soul, and oh, what a beautiful ball they throw.

Existence is the toything of the lowest of the highest, and the highest of the lowest. There are some many beautiful things just outside of a mere humans perception. Do you think me mad still? Of course you do. To deny it is just to sate your feeling of self preservation and safety, hoping you tell me what I want to hear. There is a way to join me on this endless existence, but it asks much, and gives little compared to those born of it. To do so you must first understand that the life you know is the greatest truth, and the most wonderful lie. Then, you must end your connection to humanity, in all aspects of it. Then, and only then, will you be able to see across the endless infinite.

You will be blind, yet see all. You can’t feel touch, yet suffer everything. You won’t hear, yet you can’t escape the noise. You can’t smell, yet are bombarded by merely existing. You can’t taste, yet it will be replaced with knowledge.

Knowing this, will you no longer be a mere human, as I once was?