Bashaw Steel

Nature of the time loop is such that regardless what we do to remind us would be good for nothing. Time does not rewind itself to the beginning of the loop but rather resets, so any means of cheating the message would not be possible. If i plant a tree in my garden during that time interval in which i am aware of time loop, record whats happening, leave cryptic stuff or even kill myself, none of that would matter. Plant will not become a seed, record would not exist or any other stuff i left behind including my death. That is because behind itself does not exist. Time loop is not a line of time but rather a circle. If you guys like the night sky like me you also like the stars. Thing about stars is that most of those we see are actually dead. What we see is actually a picture hundreds of thousands years old, if we teleport somehow to their place in an instant, there is a good chance that they would be dead. Time does not travel faster than light but rather have the same speed and light of the stars we are able to see is actually and literary-past. So, to send a message to yourself one must send it in far space with speed of light and make it somehow come back. Breaking from the time loop by actually becoming part of some other time and coming back into the time interval we are aware of our time loop would break the "curse" and allow us to see whats really happening As a side note, time loop is, by far, a greatest punishment one`s councessnes would have to endure. Being aware, even in an instant, that your existence is bound in time loop, even if your future self probable exist outside of it, is brutal:D

Da b day wishes, yay!:D Have a good one, Kiley, and the rest of them too:)

Happy b day, thon:) May you remember it by heart

Indian philosophy is often centered about ideas that revolves around many aspects of the same thing. Tough pill to swallow if you yourself is not compatible with such beliefs. Philosophy of ancient wisdoms are indeed a good read. However, it is smart to avoid such finite paths of thoughts because they are, well, infinite. They stretch without end and you cant step beside that path because there is nothing to step on. So you just go on and on and each time you take a new path, you start from the beginning. If you have a spark in yourself for such things, dont force it into molds of already made philosophy. Let it guide you instead, not lead you:) If you cant resist Indian truths, i suggest you read the works of Antonio de Melo. That guy is like a One Punch Man in that world:D

Lava Arranging Watersprites:D

Thanks! I`d like to say how i think carefully to make them deeper and more beautiful but its just about feeling:D

Some say that our flesh is more of a prison to a soul than it is a home. Sometimes, however, spirit refuses to bend and burns ever stronger through the iron bars of our lives. Sometimes, its not about flesh, its about host... This one was/is for you, kid:) May you rejoin MD better than i ever did.. Who has the soul full of tiny cracks Through which golden sheen flows Who has within those unborn stars …In space of guilty and remorse I see the sky, full of footprints A shining traces of once daring child Leading into mountain carved in Steel A home? Or a prison, for its golden sheen… Where beats heart that is one with the Sun Somewhere deep, hidden and enclosed Where is the child that stands for her dreams And golden sheen flows…

I cant believe this old shiny still stands:) Well, guys, you made my day. Guess its time to appreciate and enjoy some verses:)

happy b day!:)

happyyyyy!:):)

happyyyy b day EE, may you remember it by wishes coming true:)

happpyyyy:)

happyyy:)

i salute!:)

happyyyyy, may it bring thousands smiles:):)

you guys need to try forged blades, not cast ones:P:)

happy b day folks:):)

this is not something to "open your eyes" or point to something you like or dont, just to remind you:) i`m looking forward for some comments, especially from some people:D:) Iron Rule Magic of this realm stands largely upon the will of real characters who created a MD personas to be all that in this realm, what he or she want in real world. Most people use MD as some kind of escape mechanism, or hiding place, or just a place to dream unbound. The difference between them in real world, and them as part of this realm is seen by me as “Iron Rule”. That is the gap that prevents people from falling into a trap of exchanging their real life with that they created in MD. Why “Iron Rule”? Because iron is heavy but painfully soft metal which weights down all those who wish to fly here, and as such, is prone to all kinds of damage and destructions, while rules tend to be broken which boosts the already unchained sense of freedom here. Ironically, the more we are free here, the more we are bound in real life. Which makes of us more prisoners than free people. The awareness of this gap can vary from person to person. Some willingly embrace the escape while trying to forget things that awaits for them in real life, making them, in time, hard to draw a line where their real self begins, and MD persona ends. Some other people, however, always keep in mind in which world is meant to dream and which one is meant to live in, these people often possess extreme strength of character or their lives are not something to flee from as much of those in first group. Iron rule can be measured by complexity of MD persona from which a part of creativity is deducted according to connection between their minds and souls. Some people have deep and complex characters based on amount of time they spent making it, while some others spent little time but poured their creativity into what they want to be, and of course, countless shades in between them. This all makes Iron Rule visible to me, or not visible at all. Some people often get a feeling of being defeated if confronted by “young” individuals who often claim that MD is just a game, a “game” nothing more. This is largely because they know how right those young ones are. It makes them feel almost worthless because all they made and all success they achieve are made and achieved in MD, not real life. Then someone came and tell them “this is only a game”… It makes everything they have worked on good for nothing. Which is not fair, its not nice to remind people of this just because of the fact of being right. If people want to live in dreamworld, and to dream in real one, let them, they need to be gently awoken, not slapped many times where it hurt most. Souls of these people, are aged beyond comprehension, and while they appear smiling and cheering, know that somewhere deep inside, in some corner forgotten by love, crouch a child with thousands of pains as its playing mates. To be torn apart between young years of body and mind on one side, and aged old soul on the other, and still appear as cheerful and happy, is indeed worthy of every respect. As simply as it sounds, MD is indeed a game, but for some people it is also much more. Although this “rule” is not written or even acknowledged, that does not make it unreal, on the contrary, it makes us even more vulnerable to its grasp, no matter how many times we break it. In the end, it wont be the welcoming feeling of Marind Bell or sense of fear in Necrovion that will greet us, no, only the cold touch of real world that will shatter that strange emotion of belonging we have in MD. Because, in truth, MD is made to add magic to our lives, real lives, not to “make” it for us…

heppyyyyy:D:)

ahh, to make a story on the spot, now that is something;) MD helps me to keep my mind open, but its people can inspire me as they did and will continue so, i hope:)

ahh, i know this one, sun:):) its bursting from you,even now well done..

suit your taste:) but poetry can never be as strong as in language in which it is written seek poems of your people, before moving on some other:)

prefer your native, ack, in terms of poetry;)

i like the lyrics and singer`s voice:) i find it hard to connect her voice with verses you posted earlier is the author and translator same person, or?

strikingly strong verses, if i may notice:) however, translating a poem will greatly diminish its "power" translating a translation of a translation of a poem is admirable but often futile, because such poem in the end can hardly be the same, even similar to its original soul..