u/Used-Piece-7041

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Acrylic/Paper

Our ancestors tell us that any being with sufficient understanding of the universe can create whatever they desire, as if they were a god.

 

For this purpose, human beings possess a formidable mind, but we are limited by primitive forms and senses that only reveal the surface of reality and anti-reality. This often leads to misinterpretations, requiring colossal efforts to understand even the slightest complexity.

Time is also unhelpful, for at the beginning of our existence, it claims every instant for itself and never returns it, ultimately keeping everything we could have learned.

Therefore, for the expansion of human knowledge, it is necessary that the knowledge accumulated by an individual in their lifetime be transmitted to another. This is inefficient and does not guarantee that the learner will achieve an intelligence superior to that of the master, or that there will be a willingness to exchange critical information.

 

However, there is an extreme method, which I don't know if it can be replicated. And I was able to play the part:

One day, in what seemed like a dream, I found myself in a strange place, and that creature appeared. In an instant, it materialized before me a magnificent creation: it was pure beauty, accompanied by pure terror. I couldn't move, I was paralyzed, and then, just after, I saw eternity, and understood absolutely everything.

The discovery brought me death. Although that didn't prevent me from waking up, again.

 

Eternals, Chapter I,

Discovery.

Pastel on cardboard.

Acrylic/Paper

Acrylic/Canvas

It was a night like any other.

I was going to rest, the next day awaited.

I was going to dream, perhaps I wouldn't remembered.

I was going to close my eyes, my mind exhausted, bewildered.

But the hours passed,

and my conscience was restless.

Why I was, so concerned?

...

Midnight, and the situation turn unsettled:

An endless dawn,

broken into hundreds of flashing words,

prophecies, memories, all disconnected,

all, incompleted.

Then, as I turned my gaze toward the exit,

the strange being lay relaxed.

So close, yet so distant. What did he wanted?

I suppose to drive mad, to ruin my life:

I haven't been able to sleep since that time.

He stole my dreams, my promises,

my fantasies.

Because now, I am a slave of wakefulness.

Eternals, Chapter I,

Insomnia.

Pastel on cardboard.