Skeletal Structures

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They were skeletal structures built up to the sky and then beyond. I can still see them as clearly now as I did then. The inhabitants of these skeletal structures, these skeletal monstrosities, were skeletal people. Not quite skeletons but it's basically what they were. Only a thin layer of light butter-colored skin was the only thing that differentiated the two.
     These Skeletal structures were built for the purpose of housing these skeletal people. A superficial structure is always built for a human structure. It's always built for the purpose of one. But a structure like these skeletal structures, built to stack up on top of one another, like skeletons taken apart and then put back together diagonally just to stretch its limits and its purpose. A purpose that God or nature or perhaps a b*****d of both had designed, and them our blasphemous, adulterous, murderous, and heinous, monstrous, and underneath it all, skeletal hands had to try and perfect.
     But our views on perfection are skeletal; our views are far from naturalistic and far too naturalistic to be god-like. Skeletal is just part of the view, and since it's our favorite way to view then our views will go on to be skeletal. In the skeletal view you will now understand the god-like and the naturalistic, but only in a functioning skeletal way. Only in a way that you can relate to. An attempt at perfection; an attempt to be god-like; all in a rambling skeletal view. And so you fail to grasp both.
     God-like and naturalistic views may be hard to reach given the skeletal view, but what about their opposition. How about the devil or demons, or the darks nature or the black nature? Would these views be just as hard to reach? Yes and no. The skeletal view says no. It only wants to function on the skeletal level. But for the first time it doubts, and somehow when the skeletal view cracks, the view begins to free up. The demon view or the view of the dark nature begins with a few gazes. Now for those who do not believe  in the soul can substitute this word for the enthusiastic consciousness that savors the enlightened unconsciousness. This part can be torn and then it can be gazed into.
     Let us now take our gaze, it wont be a deep gaze, for too deep too fast might go too dark; might cause extreme confusion. So our first gaze is slightly unpleasant, because we think that we are doing something bad. Our morals and their skeletal systems compare the two to a peeping tom. That it is the same as staring at a girl while she gets dressed in front of her window.
     Then it hits the skeletal view that another view has already begun to take effect. And the skeletal view starts to express extreme morals at this point:

'Don't view it, don't
It is the same as
Looking at your sister
naked while she showers.
You are sick, you are perverted.
What is wrong with you, huh?
It is the same as watching
people die with morbid curiosity.
No, it is the same as watching everybody die
How could you!'

     So what did we see? What was so bad, and it couldn't have been that bad or we wouldn't be wondering what we saw. So we closed our eyes and we took a little journey, and then we see it. The soul, the enlightened unconsciousness in the void of us. We've been told not to, but oh well, we tear it just a tiny bit. Just enough to see inside. At first it's too dark to see and then we think we see something smiling in there, but before we see anything else it heals back. We are stunned and we are in awe, and we realize that it's the closest to God that we've ever come.
'How dare you!'
     When we go back again, to tear it open and look inside you find that it's a little tougher this time to get open.
     "I could help you", says a little voice.
     The little voice scares you so we ignore it and you keep trying to tear at it more and more and harder and harder.
     "Let me help you, please", says the little voice.
     "Who are you?" you ask. How am I able to hear you?"
     "Ah friend", says the little voice. "I am pure love, and you are always able to hear pure love."
     "Pure love is a human ideal ", you tell the voice. "I'm guessing an old judeo-christen ideal, so outside of man's consciousness, the building block of the skeletal view, pure love doesn't exist, especially in the void."
     "Then you are calling me a liar." says the little voice. "So what do you think I am?"
     "Since I'm looking with a demonic view, I'm guessing that you're a demon. Is this right?" you ask.