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Poem
Prooemium
Enigma
Inanis Poculum I
Inanis Poculum II
Inanis Poculum III
Inanis Poculum IV
Inanis Poculum V
Inanis Poculum VI
Inanis Poculum VII
Sui Generis I
Sui Generis II
Tabula Rasa I
Tabula Rasa II
Tabula Rasa III
Cupiditas Libido I
Cupiditas Libido II
Cupiditas Libido III
Cupiditas Libido IV

There was never any beginning....... not like you would know it. Sometimes there doesn't have to be a beginning....... or an ending.......... sometimes, things in this universe just seem to come out of no-where........ to go no-where......... only to come back again.   How to, in the limited scope of a human's feeble comprehension, may we explain this? We just cannot. It is not something we are endowed to do. A limit that stands insurmountable before us. In the length and breadth and depth of our being there is but no way to conceptualize our vast ignorance..... our vast insignificance..... and so, we made God.  A being that would enable us to pull the universe neatly around us. A means to measure our greatness. A security blanket for the soul. No. There can be no beginning. There can be only the here and the now. Yesterday holds only faded memories. Today is fleeting. Tomorrow comes too quickly. Come..... look out over tomorrow and see where it may take you. Broaden your mind and look out over the edge. Leap out into the darkness of your ignorance and bathe in the glow of knowledge. Embrace your pain and your passion and your love and your hate...... and know life....... and know death. For this moment, like all other's, is fleeting.

Prooemium