Catch ThirtyThree

Chapter Two (Imprint of the Un-Saved)

"The scattered jigsaw of my redemption laid out before my eyes

Each piece as amorphous as the other. each piece in its lack of shape a lie"

The drawings before me were all completely unrelated in every apparent way, shape and form. Scribbles hastily jotted down next to near-perfect parallel lines were out of place, but I was indeed the creator of this chaos. I could almost smell the stench of discovery, of the ultimate understanding. I knew that somehow, every single thing I had written in this notebook was related, and I was determined to find out what the common ground was.

But what if there was no correlation? What if my attempts at understanding only further clouded my mind, fogging the lenses so I may see deeper into the chasm? I refused to believe this trickery, this hidden lie. I wrote the notes, I must understand them, for are they not mine own creations? My brainchildren? My offspring?

Each scrap of ink, each streak of graphite had a meaning. A deep meaning locked within each one, the humid stench of knowledge reeking forth from every locked scribble. How might I further understand the indecipherable? How might I unlock the unlockable? Is it that it is not meant for human minds, or is it that the sweet nectar of knowledge may only be tasted by those worthy of it?