Wonders of Heresy (Bendy and the Ink Machine)

1- It's Familiar

"The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately sick; who can understand it?" - Jeremiah 17:9

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Do you know what it feels like?

There's a warmth that shakes your heart and tickles up your throat, placing its tender hands decisively upon your shoulders. It fills you with both uncertainty and assurance. Of what? That depends; sometimes you don't even know. And even if you don't know, it's somehow still okay. You're so scared and somehow, it's okay.

What are you supposed to feel about a feeling, though?

It becomes a winding cycle of languor, leaving you more loose-footed than before. Why is this acceptable? Everything seems wrong. Why are you so calm? No, you aren't calm at all. Why is "calm" the only word that conveys the right experience when it's so very mistaken?

The why, why, and why's take over your psyche no matter how hard you try to push them back. Attempting to answer them digs you deeper, doesn't it?

And so you're swathed in this newness, too struck to say even a word of what prowls the core of your essence, even as it pulses so forcefully that your lips quiver.

Even as the answers lay by your side, contained as lambent ghosts in a lantern. It's all right there...right there...

The power that drives your spirit cannot do the same for your voice nor your body. It is a grand display of the supremacy of your own emotion, the control it has over everything inside- a betrayal of what little it can do in the outer universe without its cooperation.

Do you believe in astrology? Even if you don't, a simple bit of research quickly shows how confusing and vague the stars seem to point with such conviction.

From the angle each of these two had, their hands were positioned to meet between them. Would you be surprised to hear they didn't dare to touch at all? It was merely an optical illusion as they remained side by side, weary visions fixed upon one another.

It was symbolic of an estrangement so close to being broken if only one of them was brave enough to reach; something as small as a twitch could have jumped the remainder of their gap.

Were the heavens aligned in perfect doom or benevolence as the disciples sat so close? "Both" is probably the nearest answer to the truth.

Creatures of light and darkness drifted into each other's spheres, the grey they crafted trickling slowly but surely until it went beyond their perceptions and began to tint their very beings.

Do you know what it's like to be lost in a feeling, with everything and nothing to be done all at once?

That's where they were, resting together in recovery after seeing the face of God.