A Story of Eternity

A story of eternity

The dark embers of a new day’s light were about to encompass the sky. Still silence and a frail silhouette were pervading the space of the outside world. The dark veil had not yet been lifted once again and a kind of chilly wind billowed above the old graveyard. The thoughts of life, which bestowed on to the thinkers, the poets, the artists, the men of apitutde, would once more succomb to the joy of intellectual perfection –– even if they were only to taste the climax, the crest of utmost magnitude for on moment. Fear and iniquity were prevailing the perplexed mind of our character. The character, which would play a role in this mere huge vast sea of incomprehensible being of life. The heist caused by dismal inspired minds, which ended up to become an immense energy heist, would soon be vanquished. Hope and joy, would fulfill our characters life, as in his days of serendipity.

O yes, the cumbersome years were waning and a new man in Christ was hatching out of a grey and not so blessed butterfly-cocoon. The happiness, the agape love of the holy spirit was overflowing and almost drowning him in the purest love of parahyperinfinite source. The juggernaut of burdens, which had a huge impact on the past of our subject, seemed to be disappearing, as he was wandering through the mist of the cold and damp forest. The forest of queer conceptions, which no one really dared to venture alone, especially at night and when it was bare of sunlight.

The forests, as the ancient keepers once told, were full of creatures, and not all of these were of friendly psychological concoction. Some of them, so one of the old keepers said: were really evil and far from love and compassion. Rumors had it, that the forests were infested with secret portals, which like a window to a different time and place, would offer someone in a frenzy some sort of solace, lest he knew what he was doing and could deal with the other time and world, which most human minds refuse to accept as a given reality of it’s own individual distinguished existence. Who would dare to refute this incredible thought of truth anyway?

I guess, that only a valiant mind of hard and stark spirit could rebuke this thesis of other worlds, but just logical argumentation the thesis of them existing as much more propable, than them just being the figment of some frantic writers imagination, albeit hard to prove with common means. So the figure of this story was well on his way to the chapel of stone, which was a good three miles into the forest, not far from the old pine creek, which ran into the town of Newerslokburg, Ontario.

The shades of fall were already visible and the leaves were turning into a wonderful spectrum of colours. A

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Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 23.02.2019
ISBN: 978-3-7438-9760-1

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