Imagine a temple. Imagine a temple in the middle of a vast expanse of land. Imagine it being close to other temples of different sizes and colors and architectural styles.
Speaking of architectural styles, imagine that this one temple in particular had none; that there were steeples and traces of altars knocked down, their foundations left in one place because they were moved to another. Imagine that this temple looked like in a span of 30 years, it had more than 20 contractors, more than 20 sets of builders working on it. Imagine that they all had their own ideas of how the temple should look like, but they never really committed to finishing what they started.
Imagine, therefore, that there were odd placings of windows and doors, murals and paintings - one color on one wall, and a clashing tone on the other side. Imagine that the designs started off good, but never really made sense because the big picture of the one who placed them there was never realized.
Imagine all these contractors tried to impose their own styles. Imagine that there were some builders who tried to tear down the whole temple in order to start anew, but ended up just making changes. Imagine that there were some who tried to make sense of the current state of the temple, working with the design, only to never really finish because of distractions, or tragedies, or just events that would render their work forgotten.
Imagine the temple built with extensions here and there, in different colors; imagine how every builder had their own distinctly unique concept. Imagine how they all had only two things in common - that they all wanted the temple to be the best over all the other temples, yet all they ever achieved was to make the temple look 'desperate' in the sense that any changes made were shallow.
Imagine how this temple was built to stand out. Imagine how this temple rose in a peculiar way, to a height that could be seen from several miles away. Imagine how even from that distance, a form is visible, but its overall theme was never realized, only giving way to the casual observation that it was first 'desperate', and then 'confused'.
The temple was a mess. It was no longer a temple exalting an entity; no, placed beside a perfect structure it was just short of crumbling down on its own, being a target not of worship but of abject ridicule. It was a building that was pathetic, hopeless.
Imagine a single minute drop of blood falling from the skies, blown to and fro by the winds and hindered by the clouds. Imagine that though all these obstacles were present, this drop of blood still managed to make its way to the temple...
Imagine how the blood splatted onto what looked like the very top of the temple...
Imagine, then, how in the instant the blood hit the temple, the temple exploded into a million million million pieces, absolutely shattered into oblivion from the inside out! Imagine how it was as if a great explosion with the power of a billion atom bombs ignited all at once emanated from the deep center of the building! Imagine how all traces of the past design were literally erased from reality, the very identity of the temple and all it stood for completely invalidated by power beyond power!
Imagine a cry from the heavens, a loud, infinitely majestic tone yet so deep and gentle, a cry, 'TETELESTAI!'
Imagine, how where the temple once stood, there was only light. Light that was life. Light that overcame darkness. Where this temple once stood, there was only peace... Peace that went beyond comprehension. There is only light. There is only peace. There is only truth.
The old has gone, and behold, all things are made new.
"And he that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new. And he said unto me, Write: for these words are true and faithful."
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