The Myth of Where

Written by MacT09

One nail digs into flesh and spirit out of five talons that could pierce all flesh down to the depths of any soul. Where is the question that haunts the homes and realms of countless creatures across the expanse of... Where? Water and sky converge upon countless horizons, yet where does the sun truly rise and set? Moreover, where are all the other suns that sing across the skies of life and death? Stars illuminate the lands of so many worlds, yet where is the true light of reason that understands these wonderful mysteries? Where is seen by eyes, yet is it ever really seen? Where is heard every day, yet where is the sound of what is truly Where? Energy flows with limitless potential, yet where is it all coming from? Where am I, and where are you? Smaller Wheres pass by through larger Wheres that remain, yet even these giants of existence will eventually end. Where do we stand as we fall into the abyss of a dying land? Insanity ruptures all the footing that everyone thought they grasped as everything stumbles into the truth of where we really stand. Despair and hope collide in a maelstrom of salvation and judgment as the new Where takes us away from the old. A false where becomes two wheres that stand forever. One Where gives peace to all questions, while the other one sulks every heart in endless riddles of torment and misery. Where we are now is nothing next to where we are all going. Three comes to four, thus making seven. Seven unites into a new Where, while others perish into the blackness of nowhere.
Where are we?

Summary

Clouds often look solid until something flys through them to reveal nothing but mist and air. Are not so many worlds the same as the clouds that form all around Carpus and her twin skies? Where you are can be insufferable and glorious in of itself, but where other worlds dwell can leave a heart shrunken at its apparent meaninglessness when compared to the grand design that dances in so many skies across the expanse of countless universes. It is no wonder that some would consider their homes to be nothing more than mere works of fiction.

Spread

Where is all around us, yet did it ever really exist? Countless thoughts and dreams come and go through our hearts, yet are they any more real than the waking world we find ourselves in? Perhaps Oculus can guide your heart to the answers you seek, for reality itself is never that which the mind wishes it as or could be.

In Art

Are not all things smaller stories wrapped together into a larger book? Are not all drawings and paintings merely a smaller piece of a greater whole?

"A clamoring choir of ignorance shouts into the night sky for answers that can never be found. Will you run to other worlds to escape your past, or will you face the hard and soft truths that make up our home? Where can be a refuge or a prison, yet I wonder if you ever think of such things as this?" Tyler Berthoff

Soil and water meet at boundaries that can never be crossed by their own wills. Fire and air coexists in a harmony that never transgresses the other unless moved to do so. Where we are is not determined by our own wills, but rather the will of another.