Wormwood

Shifting. Everything was- is- constantly shifting. Possibilities. Hundreds, thousands, infinitely many, the possibilities of anything and everything are endless. The future can change with the slightest shift of the present. Due to this constant change, everything should always be considered, and should change almost every passing moment. Reality is never stable or still, and neither should our minds, ideas, or perceptions. Brother thinks this to be false. To be untrustworthy. To be too chaotic. He doesn’t understand. Chaos is the point. The truth. There is no trust without it. Chaos is everything the universe is. He thinks we should be calm. Still. Watch as the world passes and make decisions with plenty of time and patience. He doesn’t get that the slightest bit of time can change it all. Stillness is a trap, and calm is never real. Nothing is real. There is no reality. Only chaos and movement. Brother does not know because he can not see. His view of the world is painfully simple and still. If only he looked further, looked and saw what I can see. But he refuses. He is blinded by pride and judgment. He is blinded by mistrust and disbelief. He thinks I'm insane. That I know nothing of reality. I know far more than he ever could. If he just let me show him the truth of life. If he would just open his eyes and let them start to spin. Then he would know everything as I know it. The stubborn fool. He knows nothing. He’ll never see. Tonight. Tonight I leave him to his doomed fate. I’ll set out to find others. Others who think and see like me. Others who know the truth. He can die alone, in his final moments he’ll know his truth was a lie.




Note he came with : Too many toxins, too many diseases... Wormwood's mind spirals free.