I have a lot of questions in my head. Swarming streams in rage: confused kitchen in heaven: prepare my thoughts with some more spices. Confusion occurs when we mistake our understanding of things with the things in itself. Confusion of eternity. Two lives. One forgotten; the other going to forget. One that I live here, a chance approval of nature. No super being only us. The sick dream. The other, the one I lived before I was born and the same that I shall live after I die. Was it longer then this? Did it last only some years and then I was thrown in the dust pan of a womb? Guttered out into this dismal reality of obsessions and mirages. But the other has a serene nothingness, a silent spectator through one eye. All eyes see the same, not boring, just nothing. No chance there, no consequence either. Unparallel universe. The eternal question though remains to be…
What are you thinking? She asks. Cold eyes, stern jaw but a voice that pleads the softness of disaster. Don’t make her ask again she means.
…Broken.
— Snap out dreary soul
Snap out of that confusion
The unreal beseeches you.
Nothing.
That is too feeble a reply.
—The monster seeketh a mistake.
Pounce.
Jab.
Tear.
Feast.
What do you mean nothing? Of course you were thinking something. I saw you thinking. She raps.
Aa.
Prolonged voice of confusion. The fall of man, the sound of his fall. Eden of thought lost forever. Bright light, sweet air and a stooping god: blotched. Confusion. Is this is bad dream, or is it something that in itself isn’t.
Why is she looking at me like that? Is she anything? The thing in itself?
Why do you have to lie to me? She screams. If you don’t want to tell me, you might as well tell me.
Devouring princess, seamstress of dark voids, she engulfs. If I cant tell her I should tell her. Confusion. Confusion of life. Expectation: the birth of confusion, not understanding.
Why is she still looking at me like that? Do I have to reply. Is this the second life that I am living. No, the first. Truce.
No honey I was just thinking how gorgeous you look.
The sword falls. All drapes are sliced. Savage with her eyes, splits into the other. Moans. Gorgeous this second world.
Deceiving and deceived.
Turns out this thing takes about 13 minutes to render on my system, so if was to simulate a fog/dust of 100 frames, it would roughly take me more then a day or so. (when it says 13 its never 13)...100 frames...shit!!!...how will i ever render a film...wanted to simulate it into a video, that becomes more effective but...may be when i sleep then. till then here it is...VOLUME LIGHT RENDER...pretty neat according to my standards..
