i am the unique twin.

So who got to write our "history" and "ancient mythology" anyways? Would things change if our most popular religion was written like this: why don't we get to read about mythologies like this?:

so a mans history was that he was of two people, a man and a woman. The mans flesh was the reliquary of the woman, and the mans soul was the reliquary of the man. every person was at this time, in ancient times, a particular union between flesh and soul, sometimes offspringing into a harmonious human form. this man came to hear that his flesh had a voice, and it spoke to him in many volumes. He saw that he was the union between two previous individuals, a man and a woman. the Man was the hero of heroes, the invincible warrior. He was King of his people, he was servant of the muse, he was the true love of one Goddess. The female partition of said mans history was the Goddess, a being of the higher plane who transcended her own creations to become one with said Man and proceeded with Him back to the higher planes to conquer the opposing deities of old. She was the master of all energies and winds, the original muse of muses, and he beauty knew no bounds!

"But how!?" questioned the man. "How did i become the entombment. nay, living grave of two such great deities! The Hero and the Goddess, the two of the ancient gods! " he exclaimed! There was no way this could be true! But the man knew it to be, and was greatly perplexed, nearly vexed he was! His own consternity centered on the mysterious origin of his remarkable combination.

"Oh" he says, after listening for a little to the voice of his flesh conversing with the voice of his mind. The voice of his mind! "Oh!" he gasped! "I am the voice of the mind, my mind. I hear my voice as such." he thinks to himself. "So if i am the voice of my mind, and such was the entrapment of the King of olden times, then i must be the king of old. But how is it that i don't remember this? How is it i only remember my marred and unremarkable upbringing, and not some grand heritage of heroism?" he thought deeply.

A great point indeed! But he soon heard a reply: " It has to do with the origin of how they became entrapped against their will. The Hero King of old and the Goddess Queen were a pair unmatched by the rest of the ancient gods. Their harmony was such that no other sound could withstand it! Sheer power, a combination of force and direction, intertwined so much that a seperation was hard to distinguish. Each one was invincible, for while the other lived, neither could truly die. Such was the conquest of their demise.

But vanquished they were, thought the man. For he was somehow the freakish combination of two seperate lovers, a thought he couldn't quite grasp. It was as much that they were somehow defeated, he imagined logically to himself, and suchly destroyed and that they somehow merged into his current form in whatever world he was in now. For his world, our world we share, is only the remnants of the world of old gods.

but wait! He was the King! So he was defeated, and this goddess was his true love! How had he come to be defeated if he was the same King of legend? They must have been killed together, he thought. But how? Together they were beyond invincible! One of them must have let the other die, somehow. But which one?

Which one had one mistake and resulted in their mutual destruction? Was their blame? The man feared acknowledging that he had faulted into the consequential death of his beloved, whomever she might be. Just the shadow of the thought terrified him. And he felt the same emotive response from his bonded soul mate. Neither would ever give in and let the other die, they would rather die instead....Was this perchance what had happened? Had their enemies finally designed a weapon that could induce the death of a god, only to have both the Hero King and the Goddess fatally attempt to save the other?

And so the Man's soul bonded with the Man's flesh and he was truly one with himself. And with his oneness, he regained status unto the higher realm, and the King of Old regained his flesh, and the Queen of the Gods regained her form, and the curse of the old gods was over. The time of the new gods had begun with their animation, and those golden days of old were not so far behind us as to be forgotten.

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Surely the differences between todays hyper christian society and what kind of world we might live in if this was the popular religion of our time, can be readily recognizeable. The subtle details deployed in this diarama of creativity ring with scientific and spiritual undertones! The man as mind from the father, and flesh from the mother. Or perhaps man ruler and flesh as subservient. Or infulential in idealogical terms such as mans mind as his conscience, and mans flesh as his temptation, like many religions like to think, more or less.

Or maybe it has to do with man's thought releasing ability, and godhood was just and example of such? Perhaps "god" was part of the mind that was taught in their past? Was the god, the mind, the writer of the orders, and the flesh the subconscious, taking orders? Does a mans mind have some sort of relationship with its subconscious? Or does a mans heartbeat remain outside of his conscious grasp?

Or perhaps the oneness portrayed is a union between the Sun God and the Moon Goddess? An opposite ringing, singular voice that echoed from the minds scapes of solitude all the way to the outer world? Could the higher plane and lower plane written be the world in which we live, and the world of our mind, two totally seperate places, that somehow must be merged to enable a man to become a god? Or Was this the impossible definition of an old world storybook of gods and goddesses and bedtime stories of where people came from?

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This was copy n pasted from a website i found, cool eh? I thought it fit in with the motif of stuff around here. you can see the dudes cool pics n stuff to go with it at

http://www.geocities.com/TimeSquare/Arcade/imadeitallupyouninny.html

lol! i bet you skipped reading the link to get to this paragraph, as your larger scaled yet lower detailed peripheral vision saw a short final paragraph and you thought that clicking on the link after reading the whole post instead of having to go back after clicking would've been faster. Welll, oooooo! go read the link you assinine asgaurdian! Thor scoffs at thy indiligence!

or at least, it might have been an entertaining story, or perhaps worthless, but still cool to think about actually having some mythology, somewhere in the world, be like that. (wow the wind outside is really pretty im gonna hve to cut off here now soon). but yeah in case you didn't notice, i wrote all of that, its not some other guys craziness, its just mine. i thought it was a cool story though, if not even the least bit thought provoking on the level of how a persons mind might actuate with the environment. There are a lot of ways to think about the story in the sense of it being some kind of parable or fable. a fictional-able!

lol so yeah, this cd rocks even twice in a row. you get kudo points if you read this whole thing. bye!

(cowboy bebop brain scratch appeared on television and i got some forefingers mixed up sometimes now, and it totally woo freakin weirded me out, during this copy and pasting. just thoughtd youd like to know. d. i also had to replay the doppleganger cd because i take too long to type this.)

bye!