I wonder? What is the true meaning of The Beginning of The End. Is it a new beginning, a new end? It’s something that our mind always gets caught at any moment. Some say yes, some say no. Some accept the new beginning, while others don’t. Some accept the end, but others don’t.

  Just like truth and lies. There would be those who will accept the truth, rather than believing a lie; there would be those who would accept a lie rather than believing the truth. Reality is rough, such bastard’s, idiots and tricky we as whole are. Why do we judge? Why do we act or try to show off depending on the situation, and who we hangout. In short, who are we to think what we are doing is right?

  Like good and evil. Both concepts may sound different, but they are in the same coin. Not everyone is good and evil, just because they do in camera or not, or in other places. Doesn’t automatically make them good, as well as evil. What we should know is... What is their goal truly mattering the most, rather than what they are showing in front of other. That is how reality works.

  Whether to trick other or not, they use these concepts to achieve their goal and purpose. Whether actions and words, like smiling. It heals those who needs it. But sometimes, those smiles could be illusion; misleading them into believing into false actions. When we love, why do we love something that we don’t actually love? If we say or act, it’s still the same way we always have been doing.

  Sometimes love is manipulation, until the time comes. Waiting for the right one to come. But even then? There this question that we always ask ourselves? Are they the right one? No, not just that but all things are manipulation. We can never comprehend things the way we are. Always healing and breaking. That’s how stupid, idiot, evil, we are. We as a whole, as all living things from hierarchy, possibilities, alternative, parallel and time are not perfection.

  We can’t say nor promise the things we do. That’s why we all have our own dreams. Since life itself is freedom having our own goals that we want to do in the future. We move on. So let our dream, may all of creation, be with us till the end of our life. Because wherever we are in life itself, it would bloom like wings of angel’s or crumble like destruction. That’s how the system works, because sometimes something's are manipulation.

  In physically, spiritually, and mentally. Shattering fate and destiny, would always come back alongside our past memories, whether good or bad. No matter how strong or weak we are. It would affect us deeply or not.

  But then again? I always think to myself? Even Perfectly and Ultimately, Principles and Anti-Principle, everything falls into the same rule. If something that’s Perfectionists and Ultimately, that's duality in all framework, conceptual, mathematic, metaphysics, idealism and all.

  That means, not everything would always last forever. Whether metaphysics or pataphysics, weak or strong, mortal or immortal, concept or meta-concept, dream or reality. Everything wouldn’t matter no matter what. It’s just like galaxies. Even though it lives for billions and billions of years; or like universe that live for finite or infinite number of years. Having companies and companion within. Just like stars. That hovers and shines through the dark-empty void. They would eventually die, and be forgotten. That’s how everything works.

  Overall, I'm not downplaying, looking down on it or anything. It is as they say, Max Tegmark, Brian Greene, Plato, Hegelian Absolutus/Actus PurusI, Albert Einstein, Nikola Tesla, and others. What they say are true. As well as all other Historical, Religion, Mythology, Theology, Idealism, Dreams, and all have said. What Nominactive Determinism means, what our name means.

  Because the name, are very important to all. A name is a given at birth, a name taken by people throughout your life to identify you. You don't ask for a name, but it follows you to your death. Because it paints a picture powerful, empowering, and sweet, in a way. Allowing and given to us all, tasked with using his God-given authority and creativity in order to name the animals.

  -GENESIS 2:19

  19 Now the Lord God had formed out of the ground all the wild animals and all the birds in the sky. He brought them to the man to see what he would name them; and whatever the man called each living creature, that was its name

  Though the question come. Are we the only ones? Such angels and demons, spirits and such exist. And the fact that the universe or what those names I mention before say. What they say were true. How many things do we have to uncover. How many entities and deities exist out there, what kind of possibility and impossibility exist.

  It's true that there are entities, objects and all other things. That are eternal, self-sufficient state of creation and destruction, that is greater than all of being, capable of doing any and everything, metaphysically and metaphorically. Such as them doing crazy shit like creating ontological perfection, and ultimate realities. Breaking laws, logic, illogical and so on. Being that absolute transcendent one after another becoming unimaginable, like utterly ineffable, completely undifferentiated and so on.

  As well as those things I mention before—I understand that they cannot be affected to or by anything else but their pure existence, they can't be affected by anything as it is their own existence, being the source of all being. I'm just saying that if something is perfectly and ultimately such as the right side. Wouldn't the left side be ultimately and perfectly as well? Yang and Ying, Tao, Kabbalah, Nirvana, Good and Evil—and so on... It just... Complex... Hard to imagine and think as human beings or as lower-dimension. Even infinity or absolute infinity higher-dimensionality entities, would have a hard time to gasp those who are even more absolute infinity higher than them, since those entities transcendent over them.

  Perhaps the most important thing in our life is to approach these questions with an open mind and willingness to explore different perspectives. Slowly and steadily. Not just by close people that we know. But other that have way different experiences, and perspective. Being open minded help, us go engage with diverse ideas and challenging our own assumptions in different ways. We can expand our understanding of the world and our place within it. In duality, philosophical, idealism and spiritual systems. The interplay of opposites, such as light and darkness, good and evil, yin and yang, is a fundamental aspect of our experience in our young age.

  Because like I said, life... Is hard... Some wouldn't mind and live their life at it is. Ignoring war, politics, theology, religion and so on. They would rather learn and do things that got them interest or got inspired. Something to help them and their family in current and future situation.

  While other think of... complex ideas. Such as myself... Well, not always but sometimes when I'm very very bored. Things just pop up one after another. Sometimes dark history come up, which makes me want to kill myself from embarrassment and regret. While sometimes normal and kind history of my past would pop up. Wanting to relive those good time. Hearing the mourning dove.

  We all have regrets and embarrassed moments. But we all have the best moments of our past. That's why we have present and future. Having more possibilities and time to step in and change. Yes, the road would be hard with our addiction and all. As well as being scare, fear and embarrass if we made the same mistake. But it's very worth it. Just don't give up, and do not think too much. But balance it.

  But again, I have to remember that human understanding is limited. Our minds are finite, not absolute. Our perceptions are shaped by our own experiences and cultural biases. From young age, and since that age some would keep thinking that way. While other grow up and adapt to other things. It's possible that the ultimate nature of reality may forever elude our grasp. Nevertheless, the pursuit of knowledge and understanding is a noble endeavor, and it can lead to profound insights and personal growth as we grow up and adapt to other if we are willing to understand and listen.

  So, in short. No one is ultimately and perfectly. Some care for themselves and their family. While other care for other. Which is not a problem. Other believe what they believe. Just don't force it on other. Things like theory and all do exist, but we as a human being, and lower-dimension cannot understand it nor imagine it. Which some write or draw it for hobbies, or to try to understand it. No being and entities, has truly transcendent over everything and anything. Yes, there are those who did, but they are still bound by all. Since other are equally or above them. Like fictional characters who are unbound by all but get trap by narrative or something that are equal or above. Which means, there is only One Creator. One God. One Being that truly transcendent over everything and anything.

  Which is something we call Negative Theology also known as Apophatic Theology, or Ineffable, Ineffably, and Ineffability. The theology tells us that God is something but isn't. Something that perfectly but not. Something that absolute infinity but is finite. Something that can't be imagined but could. But Ineffable and such tell us. We do not know, neither do those from above and below known.

  So funny, things that are Apeiron or Absolute, something that cannot defeat another the same, yet it was. Thing that transcendent concept and meta concept, with new one being created with pataphysics. Yet are all bound. In short, all being that transcend these things did, but are still bound within the cosmology. Which mean, only one being, that is the true ultimate and perfect being, exist outside of all cosmology and hierarchy.

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  My name is Iska Fuyu. Or so I thought? Honestly, I do not remember much but for some reason I do? Where am I? Who am I? I do not know. It feels like I’m outside of the liner of all time, reality, space, metaphysics. Something above meta-metaphysics, such as Pataphysics.

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  Does it make sense? I’m confused. But for some reason? I have another name. Memory? normal young-kind boy… Who had a normal life. A Christianity, as well as his parents, who believes in Christ. But why?

  Is because a God exist? Or a Concept of God? No, it more like… A God does exist. That, even I actually do believe in God. Who knows, there are many ways to share or spread his gospel. Huh, gospel… Sharing? More memories flooding in like storm… An otaku who likes to read, and watch a lot of fictional and such.

  One was where the protagonist had an adventure to capture some sort of entities with a sphere tool. There’s another other somewhat similar story but it has cards before throwing a tiny ball. While the last main protagonist fought many dangerous beings, in different worlds, that changed his hair color when he transforms.

  Am I… Remembering something that shouldn’t, I think “Why do people use or trick others.” I don’t get it? All these memories, stories I’m seeing as I’m writing? Who knows... All I could think is the Meta-Concept of Cover. Uncovering the cover lies deeper than any existence where metaphysics and pataphysics cannot gasp. Where new set and impossibilities are being made. Every time? Second? or I don’t know, thing such as concept do not matter or things of existance or such realitys.

  Though I do not know why did I mention these. It probably about life. I sometimes get people that talk behind my back, people that’s back stab me, whether they’re friend or not. I don’t know about love. I don’t trust it much.

  There was this one time in high school, I fall in love with this girl in class, she had long blonde hair, red eyes, and a thin body. (Who is she?) I thought to myself? But when I fall in love with her, I thought it was love, but it wasn’t.

  It was a blind love. What did I do? We became friends, we hand fun, we hang out with each other and all. But it wasn’t like that. One day, when she asks me out to meet her in a random place. I thought it was a date, but at the same time, I felt it wasn’t like that at.

  So, I arrive and waited there, for hours and hours on a bench. Until the sun went out, as the moon came out. I had a feeling that this was going to happen.

  Iska fuyu: *sigh* “Love is blind… I didn’t even care now.” *sigh once again, this time more tired and annoying, as I took out my phone and check what time it was* (9:50 pm. So late, I do not know why I’m still here?)

  Feeling retarded. I decided to go home. When I got home, my gaze suddenly landed on a table, there on top was a bible. I ignore it because to me I felt annoyed and didn’t like reading. Reading books felt so boring and annoyed. (Huh, even though I read novel.) I thought, then shrug as I walked past it.

  But for some reason, I felt something… Something I cannot explain? There was this feeling that I have to read it, it like it’s telling me to read the book. Something uncomfortable, even just by looking at it. I felt annoying.

  Iska cross his arms tapping his right foot on the floor. He continues to debate himself if he should read it or not? It was like… It felt like it’s speaking him. Telling him to read it, open it, and read the first page when I open it.

  Iska: (Why are you telling me to read it. Isn’t my damn choice? Whether I want to read it or not? Why force me into something I don’t want?)

  Suddenly, Iska realize something. He felt like he stops breathing, though he could feel the air coming in and out of his nose. It felt like he ran out of energy, trying to gasp more air. (?! Why is that?) What I felt was... Many emotions, peace and sad at the same time, and many other emotions that I’m holding it.

  Once again, he glances towards the bible and thought for a moment, walking towards it and grab bible taking it to his room. Once he enters his room, he felt nervous for some reason.

  Iska: *mutter* “Why the fuck? Do I feel nervous for?”

  Too many emotions fill his chest. But quickly shook his head, he didn’t think too much and went to his bed. As he sat down, Iska looks at the bible he’s holding, before he strokes and caresses it around. Feeling the heavy weight.

  The cover is made out of leather it seems, it feels rough but smooth. Iska flips all pages from both sides, from right to left, to, left to right. Each pages felt thin and smooth but what caught his attention. (It's very thick for a bible.) It seems it is around 10,000 pages?

  Iska rubs his eyes confuse by what he saw. Being distracted he shook his head sideways before randomly opening the book. "Hm? John 3..." It landed on John 3. (Out of all the pages, it landed at that? Oh well.) Not thinking much, I read the whole two page. So, it seems. Before I notice, the sun has raisin and chirping could be heard.

  Checking the time, it was already 6:20 am. I looked down and saw end of the page. I close the bible and lay on my bed. Knowing that I do not have school today I decide to go shower and finally sleep.

  As I lay down for bed, that verse continues to pop out in my mind. Why? Its like fate and destiny following along...

  ...Ever since that incident, that day I fought her at school. I drop out of school and went in my own path. Learning the questions of the world when that very same word, the verse that never left my mind.

  Not just that, it got me thinking what else should be questions even if the answer has already been answer or not. In order to defend myself, and my family, and other people who needs help. I need to become stronger. Not just that but to gain knowledge.

  Days passed by; I met a few old classmates that I didn’t want to meet. Mostly her, just like that day when the class avoided me, and when I look at them, they run away from me. I don’t know why they’re avoiding me, but it doesn’t matter.

  But just like them, she too never looks back at me. Though that never had stop me from gaining knowledge. Whether it be official, fictional, ontology, etc. People in this world are selfish; they only care about themselves. Since then, I couldn’t recognize her or anybody else since then. Other than my age and family who has left this world.

  At the age 22, a pandemic happens, a disease that make your body to have fever, fatigue, shivering, vomiting, and that stops the muscles of the body, for the body couldn’t walk nor move around, and that stop you from breathing. Now that disease has spread around the world, many have died by it. When I got the virus, I was sent to the hospital. And just like everyone who got it, was hospitalized.

  Second. Minutes. Hours. Days. Weeks. Months. Years. I try to survive when a sudden news hit me that I’ll die in 2 days. When I heard it, I was afraid of dying, but accept it. They had found the cure, for unknown reason it does not work for me.

  We try it again and again, even test others who got the disease from me. The cure works for them but it never did to me. A curse so to say. The day came. I was looking out the window, the clouds were dark, it looks like it’s about to rain on that day.

  I’m tired, so damn tired that I felt my eyes heavy, I couldn’t move any of my body parts, I knew I was going to die today. I may not remember my past, but I felt I had both good and bad memories of it.

  Small tears ran down his cheeks. (How selfish was I? Why the fuck did I… About this? Why had I...) His view started to blur as his eyelids felt heavy. “Why are you ignoring me.” Iska saw a white figure, he couldn’t gasp what it is. But it felt... mystery. (...An ...angel...?) He thought before shutting down.

  Like death, in those very few seconds what felt steady. I wanted to know. But I didn’t care, I’m dying either way. But why does it feel familiar, yet unpleasant. “I cheated on you on that day. Carrying his child in my womb.” Those word. Why does it have to come now. “...I... I’m... Sor...” I heard what seems to be sobber.

  In a blink of an eye, everything turn dark. Something... Nothingness... Then a flash light explosion. When Iska woke up, he saw what seems to be... White... Iska eyes toss around, looking up, down, right and left. But wherever he looks, his sight doesn’t focus. Not thinking straight, always confuse.

  ["Concept of Good and Evil are the opposite, duality. Living in the same non-dualism. If we do not know what's good and evil, viewing different perspectives, who are we to judge what's right and wrong in an unknown outer space."]

  His mind and thoughts are empty. His body feels weak, like waking up from a long nap after exercising. Sore, numb, pain and laziness. Feeling like a feather, cover in cotton candy all over his body. Closing his eyes, not thinking about anything else for a moment before he reopens his eyes. “.....” Turning his gaze back, but the letters that were there disappear.

  Time past, nothing happens, only silent and still. Like sound never existed before. Nor any concept, construct. It felt like all of creation never exists before. Iska finally opens his slightly-filching heavy eyelids, his vision was blurry once again. Time past, not knowing how many seconds, minutes, or hours had passed. As he stares straight while laying down. He mutters to himself.

  Iska: *mutter* “...Ah ...Am ...I ...Alive?"

  He moves his head to the left, then to the right slowly. After sometimes looking around, comprehend and gasp what's going around for a bit longer. He mutters to himself once again. "I thought... I was dead?... Where am... I?” His index finger jolts.

  Open my eyes fully, I move my hands slightly, a zap runs through the whole body; I move them slowly, recovering from the numbness. Until something landed on my view, I rob my face and looked around. Confuse I rub my eyes once again, and look.

  White-snow-like fall from the sky. “Is it... Snowy?” Move my head sideways, I didn't think much about it and ignore it.

  The Truth Untold

  Plushie