PhorIndicator
Bluelighter
Of course, it varies from girl to girl, every time. No girl is the same.
But the best, by far
is the look in their Eyes
Total submission, total utter desperate NEED. Almost violent. Like they are hungrily vicious to devour your most immutable and essential being. Amidst these roaming fantasies and carnal cravings, though, lies the best part. A vision of their naked soul, alone. So alone, stranded in a world gone mad; helpless and savagely dependent.
In these moments of soulful vision lie moments of divine truth, when the soul is visibly separate from the body.
Not only from the awareness and inner vision present in the mind, which undoubtedly has its eternal aspects; but in physical, temporal, changing vision as well.
Its truth is both frightening and exceedingly clear. This clarity juxtaposes quite sorrowfully with the siege of the soul that seems to strike your perception with terrible cold rushing indifference. But the sorrow is what is most unsettling, and the sorrow lingers.
The constitution of a divine moment of truth seems to be the temporary meeting of both a temporal perception and a supernatural, eternal revelation. What is most unique about these moments is that the individual experiencing them realizes, on some level (and this level is not relevant to the truth of the experience nor the perceptual accuracy of the experience itself) that this revelation has not been happened upon; rather, it has been given, or, allowed to be introduced into both his/her’s consciousness and conception. This realization is the experiential sieve through which we can attribute an experience to be a divine moment of truth or merely something otherwise - i.e. most likely a chemically-induced or demonstrative perceptual distortion of negligible significance.
But the best, by far
is the look in their Eyes
Total submission, total utter desperate NEED. Almost violent. Like they are hungrily vicious to devour your most immutable and essential being. Amidst these roaming fantasies and carnal cravings, though, lies the best part. A vision of their naked soul, alone. So alone, stranded in a world gone mad; helpless and savagely dependent.
In these moments of soulful vision lie moments of divine truth, when the soul is visibly separate from the body.
Not only from the awareness and inner vision present in the mind, which undoubtedly has its eternal aspects; but in physical, temporal, changing vision as well.
Its truth is both frightening and exceedingly clear. This clarity juxtaposes quite sorrowfully with the siege of the soul that seems to strike your perception with terrible cold rushing indifference. But the sorrow is what is most unsettling, and the sorrow lingers.
The constitution of a divine moment of truth seems to be the temporary meeting of both a temporal perception and a supernatural, eternal revelation. What is most unique about these moments is that the individual experiencing them realizes, on some level (and this level is not relevant to the truth of the experience nor the perceptual accuracy of the experience itself) that this revelation has not been happened upon; rather, it has been given, or, allowed to be introduced into both his/her’s consciousness and conception. This realization is the experiential sieve through which we can attribute an experience to be a divine moment of truth or merely something otherwise - i.e. most likely a chemically-induced or demonstrative perceptual distortion of negligible significance.
