{"id":452,"date":"2019-06-15T08:32:25","date_gmt":"2019-06-15T15:32:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/discardme.com\/blog\/?p=452"},"modified":"2019-06-15T08:53:44","modified_gmt":"2019-06-15T15:53:44","slug":"forbidden-knowledge","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/discardme.com\/blog\/archives\/452","title":{"rendered":"Forbidden Knowledge"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
You are standing in a library, the shelves silent and wary of your presence
\nThey ponder upon the actions to be taken, the arm to be outstretched
\nWhat binding will be caressed, which embossed letter tentatively outlined
\nWhat feather light nock of a fingertip in the curve of the binding gap
\nPulling the book out of alignment slightly, the cover glanced upon briefly
\nAnd suddenly disregarded, shoved without grace or care back to its place<\/pre>\n\n\n\n
As you walk down the aisle, the lights reaching only the spines
\nEyes flickering up and down, back and forth, looking for something
\nA special thing, a hidden thing, a thing that belies its existence
\nTells of it from far away, a spoken whisper of a secret carried by the wind
\nThe scent of a loaded cast iron skillet humming away on its stove
\nSizzling, the popping, the hiss, aromatics being carried to every corner<\/pre>\n\n\n\n
The knowledge is floating on the wind, the words, the secrets, the power
\nIt caresses your cheek, as your four fingers brush the shelves as you walk
\nThe smells of paper and parchment, leather and string, folded press works
\nBetween it all the effervescence of the new thing, the strange thing
\nThe book that hides its secret, sitting on a shelf unreachable
\nIts binding is black, with no letters, no marker, plain and simple<\/pre>\n\n\n\n
True knowledge is plain and simple.  It requires no magic of its own
\nIt is built upon the things that came before it, the shoulders and shelves
\nOf other works and other obvious things that required only understanding
\nThis black book is such a thing, risen above your shoulders, riding a precipice
\nAstride the gulf of learning, one foot planted in ignorance, the other, more
\nQuestions waiting to be asked, and felt, and explored to other questions<\/pre>\n\n\n\n
Somehow, you manage to climb the shelves, starting with a simple stool below
\nAnd relieve the black book from its wary sleepy sisters and brothers
\nA fine coating of dust slipping from its compressed pages, the silt of time
\nAnd books that came before, explorers alone, looking for their new secrets
\nYou flip open the hard earned prize, and find the words you felt reaching 
\nOut to you, they are open to you, they are yours for the taking<\/pre>\n\n\n\n
Experience begets satisfaction, then it delivers momentary relief
\nLike an insatiable lover that can never be truly pleased, the need is 
\nAll consuming, and pushes relentlessly for more, for more, for more 
\nThe exploration of this new knowledge blossoms within and starts to consume
\nIt brings sadness, it brings guilt, its own presents that were not obvious
\nOr expected, but that does not make anything less real for the recipient <\/pre>\n\n\n\n
Hands are shaking, pupils pin point like an opioid addict ignoring the pain 
\nThis new experience is not what you wanted, but yet it is, this dichotomy
\nOf split facades between what was and what is and what shouldn't be
\nThe burden of your new knowledge is not the insight you sought, you craved
\nIt is not the release you were looking for, or the answer you needed
\nInstead it is all the things you wanted to avoid in the first place by looking<\/pre>\n\n\n\n
Irony in the forbidden knowledge as it suffuses your person and shifts
\nYour views, shattering in slow motion, cascading like a waterfall of reflections
\nInferred, but not seen, observed, but not measured, taken, yet let loose
\nThis terrible curse rides your shoulders now, a jockey on your neck, slapping
\nA crop against your cheek, jeering and kicking heels, waiting for movement
\nAs you stand there, riven, paralyzed by the wisdom that you should not have looked<\/pre>\n\n\n\n
The audacity of the seeking is rewarded by the damning of your past self
\nYou now know that the future self is tainted by the currency of the moment
\nYour mind trading information with it's own states in perpetual shame and fear
\nThe whisper of the books is taken from you, the smells fade towards the light
\nAnd you still remain, the fingers clutching the edges of the black book
\nThe stages of grief becoming all the more real by the moment, acceptance <\/pre>\n\n\n\n
It is yours now.  This thing.  This thing you wanted and sought so dearly for
\nThis bit of madness wrapped in plastic, shrouded like a corpse of something
\nDesired and rejected, lusted for and replaced, desperately sought and never
\nForgotten, will it ever be?  It cannot, since it is now know, it is in the light
\nThe kings and queens look upon thee, and weigh, measure, and have found wanting
\nThis is the dark fear, the deep one, the one that compels to all action<\/pre>\n\n\n\n
It pushes on you still, a fire behind and below, the pinch of the pitchforks
\nThe steam, guttural and pitching, upwards as the pressure increases
\nThe scream touches off, the whistle of the engine announcing its birth, its 
\nPresence in and of itself, the dangers of the fire contained within, maelstrom
\nRage is there, yes, Fear is there, undoubtedly, the dangers of this simple
\nThing is not simple, it is not measurable, but it will crush you under itself<\/pre>\n\n\n\n
You hoped for something else this time, something different, but it does not
\nChange like the seasons, or like the tide, or like a temporary event, it is 
\nNow, present, here and now, but behind like your solemn chanting footsteps 
\nAnd before you, a lit path of stumbling rocks and hidden holes, evergreens
\nOn either side, encompassing you, the dark of the trees, their whispered secrets
\nAnd this is your library, these are your shelves, and they judge not<\/pre>\n\n\n\n
Everything is temporary.  Even this.  Even now.  Everything is forgotten.
\nYou scream, you fight, it matters not.  You rage against the dying of the light
\nBut this matters only to the shadows waiting to build encompassing dark
\nAnd then something extraordinary happens, like the moment a black hole is born
\nOut of nothing, something, a raging inferno of energy, a fount unlimited
\nHope becomes, Hope builds, and Hope exists because everything is temporary.<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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