Temporary Vessels of Manipulation
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Sample observation, from “Face of Smoothness” Page 66:
Tiny balloons can look big when they float right nearby. There is literally an infinite number of things around you right now that you either don’t know about or are totally ignoring because they don’t seem important to you, and there are a few things that pop into mind more frequently that might directly affect you more. Also, there are as many weights below your level as there are balloons above, an optimist only tends to look upward more and only look down to try to avoid weights from pulling down on them when they can be avoided.
If one’s vision is very clear, and can submerge sight (but not being) down below the plate of glass, the individual can observe the reflection of darker incidents approaching while still looking up. This is convenient as long as one can distinguish the difference between reflections and actual events. But if placing oneself above the plane to look only down, one could be fooled into believing a good incident is its dark reflection, and avoid it to let it slip away forever. Or one may only realize an incident is a positive one when it is too late to react to it. Very clear vision allows a person the ability to see through all of the obstacles to maintain focus on the most important events farther away.
There are three ways to handle an obstacle, plow through it, go around it, or backtrack and go a different way. When the obstacle is big and soft, the first choice is the best one. That is when the weight
Sample fantasy (from the standpoint of a crippled boy from the 18th century), from “Snowglobe” Page 227:
So detailed were the dream worlds everyone shared with me, it would take millions of years describing it all.
Some of the corridors had thousands of doors along them multiple levels high, like a large city street with doors along every face. There were all kinds of colors and smells, fabrics and sounds. The amount of ramps and stairways winding up through the storefronts was unimaginable. The ramps and staircases were pretty much useless since almost everyone floated most of the time, but they were more of an invitation than a necessity. Also, they were meticulously positioned so that the full breadth of the creator’s artistically designed imagination could be seen from the most perfectly accenting viewpoints. I clearly remember that at least one of the stairways moved. The stairs started out slow at the bottom and moved very quickly up through the middle, and then slowed down near the top. There was a convenient little landing, and the stairs moved up again into another direction. Even the effect of the motion enhanced the beauty of the surrounding creations.
Some of the larger rooms inside this large underground superstructure were completely round as a ball - floor to ceiling! You could walk up the curved floor until you were walking up the wall toward the ceiling. Then walk a full loop until you were back on the bottom. But where exactly was the bottom was a complete mystery even to the creator of this marvelous structure! Vivid colors melted all the windows of all the beautiful shops together. Bridges spanned over valleys of spaces between the long runs of storefronts. With all of the fun toys to play with, reality became a blur. There was such a warm feeling in every place that even the most timid stranger could feel at home. There were so many different worlds tied together that your head would spin after just a few minutes of flying around. Everyone was so nice to me, and wanted to take me on a personal tour of their very proudest achievements in their places.
One of my favorites was old man Harold’s tour. He was funny about everything he said, like my magic air-ship was probably an old mule, and I made it invisible so no one would have to see how ugly it was. His world was the most beautiful of the three I had seen so far. Contraptions filled with bouncing beads of light, and designs weaving through the air in flower like shapes. Through a tube of glittering stripes was an entire ocean, and inside a huge clipper ship was his
Sample of descriptive demise (about a suicide passage to a specific afterlife), from “Gateway” Page 258:
. . .arms straight out to the side and leaned forward. I could look only straight ahead again, and my heart was forcing its way up into my throat. Like the bird, I just couldn’t let a second thought come into my mind. I continued to lean until I reached a point where I knew there was no turning back. The weight of my body became heavy as I started tipping over forward into oblivion. The wind rushed past my body and brushed my hair back as I opened my eyes to see the soft colors of the valley melt into steel gray in the shadows below. I was almost horizontal when I pushed off a little with my feet, keeping my knees locked. The fear and regret were already pouring in like floodgates had crashed open. Adrenaline blasts to the tips of my fingers and toes as I am suspended for an eternal instant. The instant shattered a thin layer. The sound of the air grew louder as my body accelerated away from the edge of the cliff above. I kept my eyes fixed on the stone target below. Butterflies thrashed in my stomach.
I wanted to take in a deep breath out of habit from diving, but then remembered I would no longer need any air. My breath was taken away as I fell in scream filled with horror. My stomach jumped, and my heart was all the way up inside my mouth.
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About the Book
Temporary Vessels of Manipulation is a compilation of short stories offset with philosophical perspectives on the realities of civilization. All of the stories are fictional, and range in content from mild realism to descriptive fantasy. The main character that is built within each of the stories is the reader, and each story caps with a descriptive demise from a personal perspective of shock-inducing horror. Various writing styles are used to engage the reader’s awareness. The non-fiction, theoretical observations that elaborate on the stories, are designed to invoke reflection on subjects of psychology, expand the horizons, and strengthen the wisdom of the reader by emphasizing realms of darker experience the reader would otherwise never know. The observations are self-evident, and obvious aphorisms. The book has undertones of evil to wake the reader with the threat of consuming the soul through the very core of existence, while challenging the standard belief systems with proposals of alternate realities. The main intent of the work is to inspire the reader to gain an understanding for developing a positive rationale by learning a focused sense of vision through multiple vantage points on the ideologies of life.
About the Author
The author has over ten years experience as an engineer at a sheet metal, storage product fabrication plant. He has a BSME, which has helped develop his mechanical approach to the descriptions of the workings of the mind, and the methodical constructions of torment. The author has devoted vast amounts of time toward the study of philosophy, psychology, and physics. His writing goals lie somewhere near the scrutiny of Carl Sagan, the vision of Arthur C. Clark, and the soul of M.C. Escher. Temporary Vessels of Manipulation was started in 1989 with the goal for a book about elevating perceptive ability, but has since expanded in many facets though its completion. The author enjoys writing through a series of different techniques, and wishes to uphold that literature is an art that needs to be experienced on many levels to engage and expand the reader’s mind.