The New World of America was founded on the basis of several false pretenses that prohibit the natural operation of the complicated logic of things, mostly due to the efficacy claimed by the many distorted dreams, known to be the product of the common "Cosmic Delusional Effect" as it was first uncovered. But these delusions are out of the ordinary; they are characterized by many implications, to be composed of more than just the dreams held valid from the extreme passion of a person's motivated behavior. They are not a mistake, but they are induced from a person's innate faculty to dream. Most of these delusions create a unique path that is built from the available materials from the dark matter of the cosmos; these are magical illusions that were made real, as if it was a tangible thing from the very beginning. Lucifer the Devil knows exactly that magical tricks will be very beneficial to his cause, but the delusions are not free nor very easily conjured without hum...

 "When was the last time you saw the victim again?" the Boston police officer was asking a teenaged girl who has just discovered (and allegedly witnessed) a crime scene. "I was behind her from the same lane of the cashier at the Walmart just across the street. As I walked to the direction of my car, I noticed that she was having an altercation with a much older guy," the girl answered the question with a trembling voice. She was still visibly shocked by whatever it is that she has seen moments ago. "And then what happened? Have you identified the man she was arguing with?" "It was dark from where they are, so I didn't get much of his features. He was wearing a baseball cap that partly hid his face. Nike shoes, denim pants. Probably athletic built by the look of the sweatshirt he was wearing. They were both arguing in a hushed voice, but I knew there was something very wrong to begin with." The police officer was busy taking notes. "Why? ...

Darkness is a prison from which only light escapes. Matshona Dhliwayo Everyone has a prison they are stuck in! Words are the author's prison; the scenes the actor's prison; the fields the peasant's prison; love, lover's prison! Always remind yourself of the world outside your own prison so that the prison knows its limits and doesn't make you a slave! Remember, the perfect prison is still a prison! Never put your freedom at the disposal of anything or anyone, because it belongs only to you! Mehmet Murat ildan Obligation is a prison. To get out of it, we must serve our time. Kamil Alvi -o0o- To what extent, is this prison? To whom shall we want? An enclosed planet Full of air, waters, and fragile life An atmosphere that rages Within the storms, substance begin By visibly experiencing A torture of so much pain The labor of love The equality of thoughts Everything begun in scope Yet, emotions triggered The madness of man The cruelty defined Of so much pride, in hate A ...

"Only the imagination of a child can accurately contain an image of Heaven." -o0o- It is getting darker outside. The wind is cold, too. And the ambiance is generally chilling. Fear is everywhere. Even in the darkness, a certain perspective must also exist. There will be no concept of disorder if there is no definition of absolute order to begin with. Life is full of contrasts and nature must always agree to cooperate in the same vein of the semantics of reasoning; one must clearly derive philosophical enlightenment from all that is summarized by the academic inquiry of epistemology derived from the fullness of the natural world. Darkness or no, the cosmos is composed of the same equal yet distinct substances that is derived from the ultimate invisible quality that also make up the created form of the universe. Love. It is the primary verb. The power of the impetus. Everything is revealed through love, as well as in the tendency of pure passion to intercede; nothing can exist ...