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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2015 8:50:02 GMT 8
Something that I've pondered —because I'm mental that way — is what the state of mind must be for a cenobite.
Every "newborn" cenobite endures some unimaginably painful twists, tears and rearrangements of flesh, screaming eerily through time and space, until, at last, that moment of ebon clarity where consciousness crystalises into a depthless black jewel. It is the personal apocalypse; the unveiling and extinguishment of the soul. There is no abyss impenetrable, no sin indelectable, and no pain undesirable.
At least, that's how I imagine it. They are the sentinels of pain; the agents of insidious delight. Do they tarry the planes of Hell and Earth in a state of being that any of us would consider intolerable to the point of mental collapse, channeling it through some psychic void into terminal ecstasy?
I think Clive Barker should write a short novella from the perspective of a cenobite, telling the tale from his moment of harrowing salvation to euphoric damnation. If he won't, I will. Yes, I think I will.
The second book in my dystopian trilogy is currently titled This Ebon Clarity, but I think I may apply it to this instead.
“This Ebon Clarity: Memoir Of A Cenobite”
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Post by Ativan Prescribed on May 2, 2015 2:48:54 GMT 8
That would be interesting. Many of us go through different kinds and levels of pain. I well imagine that taken to it's extreme end without death, this is where it would end.
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