Our hope: that the other sky will show through. That others will see it too, and realise. That they’ll awaken, like us. That they, too won’t be fooled.
Our hope: that we wouldn’t be alone with this knowledge. That we could hold what was shown between us, this non-knowing, this nothingness. And that it wouldn’t be nihilism, but the antidote to nihilism. And that it would cure us of nihilism. And that we’d be lifted from nihilism.
Our hope: that others would see through it all, too. That others wouldn’t be fooled. That we’d share the secret. That we know what was hidden. And that we’d laugh at it all: the fiction of the world. The lies of the world.
Work in Progress 