Justice: Zi - Empyreal Dialectics, #1

ZI 1

EMPYREAL DIALECTICS

JUSTICE

CARITAS Z. VELTROCCASUS

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CARITAS Z. VELTROCCASUS

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CONTENTS

Empyreal Dialectics

May

June

July

August

September

October

November

December

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EMPYREAL DIALECTICS

Zi, 1.

For those who often find themselves pondering over the many mysteries of life, existence, and the human condition, Empyreal Dialectics is a candid exploration of the deeper nuances, ideas, and phenomena pertaining both society and the impossibly multifaceted state of individual being.

Existing as an experimental serial recount which utilizes memoir style to narrate the dramas, tragedies, and comedies of thought genesis grandé, Empyreal Dialectics may be said to be an artistic exercise in existential free association.

While being a fluid, semi-fictional pseudo-narrative which articulates allegorical consciousness by form, the ideological and philosophical sentiments that Empyreal Dialectics all the while presents are tangibly relevant to the times.

With its heavily speculative orientation, Empyreal Dialectics exists as an incitement of philosophical and existential deliberation for the contemplative who regularly observe the many parallels, paradoxes, and contradictions of thought and ideology. It most prominently serves as a source of inspiration for all of the deep thinkers who often find themselves contemplating novel and unorthodox angles and ways of thinking pertaining society, the world, and the human condition.

MAY

XXIV.V.MMXV

They are difficult, these ‘destiny,’ ‘fate,’ and ‘love’ things. As much as they grant and carry beautiful, unparalleled happiness and inherent joy, they also carry the flipside in those evenings and nights of intense loneliness and melancholic depression such as this one that has just passed.

I hope that we will be brought together again sometime soon. For now, perhaps, I will seek out good company and spend some quality time with other kindred souls. I only hope that fate won’t keep us apart for too long, and she comes around before it is too late.

XXV.V.MMXV

Everyone was their own ordinary, typical self even in light of the approaching sentimentalities of putting this entire episode of our lives eternally behind us. I still do wonder what Candice thinks of all of the things she sees around her. Those who do not quite fit into the picture are always those who are truly unique; not to say that they are more so than others, but only that it is a more apparently observable phenomenon.

A telephone media interview followed near high noon. It is so odd how the ‘achievements’ of an individual within the commonly recognized social context draws so much more intrigue and mainstream attention than exposure of the true elements, motivations, and evils which surround our society. Perhaps that is because such exposure often compels and entails action, and humanity is conversely predisposed to being a bystander. That is a generalization, though.

XXVI.V.MMXV

Acknowledging the cleaner’s admirable diligence, I made an effort to keep the area squeaky clean; and it is in those moments where I feel like a harmonious humanity based on considerateness is possible.

And for that evening, much like that day in those gardens, the world embraced magic and love, and the heavens smiled upon their earth, feeling the spirit that they had for the longest time lost. I can never do anything but adore souls like Wonder and Faith. There is just something magical about the way Wonder talks about existence, the stars, the skies, the world, nature, and people with so much passion, emotionality, happiness, and joy. Similar to the way Faith so genuinely and passionately proclaimed her love for space on that one afternoon.

What is love? Like life, something which is just so big and wonderful that it exists definitively outside the realm of our perception and comprehension? Fate, morality, existentialism, dreams, death, life, souls, gods, heavens, emotions, rationalities, personalities, teleologies, philosophies, humanism, society, inconsequentiality, relationships, intertwinements, cultures; the entirety of entirety was our conversational subject and vessel.

The stars aligned for that evening to take place. It is in moments like those when I am involuntarily forced to believe in fate for lack of a more apt explanation.

XXVII.V.MMXV

A day of rest, as most Wednesdays have been.

There exists no story as vivid as the life you live.

XXVIII.V.MMXV

Always holding onto these slices of life; a grasp in vain ‘fore the torrentiality of time rendering episodes like these nothing more than fleeting dreams.

The whole air about the day had a feel of bittersweet, as a last day with a dying friend.

We took some photos for the media release with Wonder’s help; a fine bunch on a penultimate day. And then I was left behind for afternoon tea after some miscommunication, left in the common room to observe and listen to amusing gossip and idle chatter with Winsome over candy treats which quite disappointed.

Some music was heard and a few tears were shed before and after dinner as we pondered in depth the form of the future. Discussion was had with Raven on the concept of rudeness and I found myself intrigued by the temperaments of the two good friends Raven and Wonder as they interacted; one naturally inclined to fix, and one naturally inclined to heal.

As fast as it came, it was all over. A few more sweet moments of melody and strife were had, and then I was off to another deep sleep; one more bittersweet day to go.

XXIX.V.MMXV

The first part of the day was quite somber. There was a little bit of surrealty prevalent in the place as we all went about putting off our goodbyes.

And so there we sat again for the last and final time, in the back row, as we had done how many times in the past. Final goodbyes were delivered by mentors who in doing so demonstrated one last time the respective essences of their own distinctive characters.

It seemed that Candice had definitively left the place while I was ‘out getting my Vitamin D’ by way of sunlight exposure, as termed by Winsome who amusingly preferred to stay in the dark.

There, I pondered all the sights and sensations which would eternally be lost to time and memory; for everything passes and nothing truly remains in the same form. For the next time I would visit this campus, if ever I did again, both the context of time and the constitution of this place would have changed to an irreversible extent.

It must be so tough to feel as intensely as she does. Retrospectively, I regret not informing her of just how captivating and special a person she is, even if she may not see herself in the same way.

It was really a melancholic moment in time earlier as the few of us who remained silently reminisced in an empty, fading world which had once been so vibrant with buzz and activity. We were the last testaments to a world which was gradually vanishing into a distant memory; fading into a fleeting dream. The stillness of the place was saddening, as we slowly embraced the inevitable.

The fondness present in everyone’s eyes as they each bid farewell to departing friends was beautifully heart-wrenching; as was the clear, express finality of said goodbyes. The cycle would move forward. We would leave here, the staff would eventually welcome a new generation unto this slice of existence, and it would be as if we had never been here at all.

I looked around and appreciated the souls around me, as they were themselves how they precisely were in this moment in time for the very last time.

Farewells which did not do justice to their gravity were passed, and hugs which spoke best of the people who gave them were given, and these souls who had been together for the life of this chapter went their separate ways. The world vanished. The story ended.

I walked the city streets alone again as I had always been, but was reminded that the closing of this book was merely the conclusion of another preliminary chapter in the grander fable of life.

I passed by the closed doors of the cathedral as I jadedly pondered sunrise, sunset, and the final twilight. I recalled with fond nostalgia all of the souls who came and went under the sun and stars, the characters and the intrigue, the joy and the pain, as I looked up to see a million stars vanish in the night sky.

XXX.V.MMXV

A day of reflection upon the week which just passed. It was emotionally heavy indeed, almost leaving me drained, as the reality of life moving on set in.

A lot of time wasted in idleness and worry.

Will I be laughing or fretting at this same time next week? Only time will