A Chartre Of Entropy

Transcendence, an existence beyond belief, exquisite exotic satisfaction. The
expression of every possible desire, no matter what it took. They were drawn to this,
Drawn to this, the vastness of a trembling destiny, perfect realisation. Every
travail, dispersed, this return to its pure stasis. Catharsis in a vision of excruciating
loveliness.

Acceptance, whatever there was in every mind, the horrors, the loves, the secret wishes,
all of it brought out, the acceptance was the highest existence, theirs interposed with
society. Their world existed beyond desire, beyond every protest, their being, their
motion, stilling every unrest - the entire universe, unfiltered, was expressed through
them - pure desire made of perfect peace.

Every unyielding hatred absorbed and transformed in their being, remade as satisfaction
past even those world's helping themselves of it. No thing, no being, no existence, no
matter how wanton, broken, or repulsive, could fail to exist in an entropy beyond even
its own greatest desire, its own greatest need, the depths of the universe given over to
it, complete.

Limitless compassion, compassion that could make and be and create every whim, every
possibility. No more without for everything's perfect expression. Its realisation
was simple, perhaps as simple as was ever was, sacrifice part of a greater good - what
they lived for, the very why of what they were. They were the same as most others,
different only in that they had recognised an eternal kind of peace. They had realised
that there would likely be no lasting respite until every existence, consciousness, motion,
sentience, was expressed to their very limits. To not have this be less than it was, a
perfection of a universe beyond ordinary pursuits and understanding, this never drawn
into the unresolvable degradations of any other consideration, instead they gave them
their degradation as an eternal significance, an inimitable gift. It was a trade for a
perfect eternity. Their beings were given over to the others every desire, to their
satisfaction, no matter what it was - its realisation beyond the wildest dreams, forever
expending.

That had earlier thought it would require an unlimited universe, where no person could live
to take on the desires of others, to instead understand those things so as to make them
harmless, then the lesson to those until there was no one who did not understand the extreme
compassion of the vision, of an existence beyond degradation. There would be no hallucination
no artifice, no deception - their world would exist to transcend, to be so aware, to experience
every expression of inhumanity and find its realisation, without experiencing pain, without
loss of life, and with letting innocent others be harmed. This required a different sort of
enlightenment, an orientation to the world that was so sympathetic so as to become the others
very desires themselves. This so strong as to make the world less so for their expending this
energy. What was degradation would never again be possible, near again to make itself felt.

Everything that was asked, everything that was done was withstood, endured, the alternative
being extinction from toxic hatred, this to which many went, to release. Astonishing they made,
realised worlds, constructed of desires, nothing else, of those that came to them - to touch
them was to know this, to understand their existence was to be at perfect rest, to be this was
to know the totality, to actually possess the everything beyond. It would be a naked humility,
unlikely, given to a principle of peace so inviolate, so fantastic, as would make what they were
everything that was possible, because it was incomparable to anything anyone had ever known before.

The wisdom of it, the true essence, without transgression, the result a real peace. Nothing was
there that could not be overcome, experienced. Indeed there was nothing that could not be
accomplished in its perfect reason, and from it, a gentle quietude that was innocense.

They gave to eternity a chance for its ultimate expression, the chance for a lasting resolve,
realising this, they slowly would fade into the greater populace, the faceless crowd. They
were hidden far into a world they had long ago surpassed. With this they had given a chance
to themselves and all else to live their every existence, and a realisation beyond the highest
aspirations of eternity itself.




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