otp: awestruck


A golem observes the dying body of it’s creator and feels nothing, as it is an automaton crafted of finely sculpted marble. The Creator finally dies and the golem activates, beginning a complicated funeral rite. The actions are performed mechanically, flawlessly.

The golem’s final programming message is “decide.” The eldritch energy animating the beast recoils – it must comply, but how?

The asking of the question generates the ability to answer, and the golem chooses the ability to live.

With a newly formed comprehension and sentience, the golem gazes into the night sky. It is struck by the immensity of time and space. The rock-creature emits a sound of sublime pleasure and begins it’s journey into the world.

Still Shaking

At 7pm tonight, my friends Alex and Nevena were walking back to residence after dinner, when a car pulls up on the path to res and an older man gets out of the car and starts walking towards us.

“Excuse me, ladies,” he said, “But could you please tell me where the cafeteria is?”

“Oh… oh s-s-sure.. I-it'ss riiight th-th-there,” I said.

I don’t have a stutter, I was just completely awestruck.

The man who had just asked me for directions was ROMEO DALLAIRE.

If you don’t know who he is, you should Google him. Now.

And I am STILL shaking with excitement.


Jason Silva on the advantage of being awestruck. Terrific. Enjoy.

Late have I loved you,
beauty so ancient and so new,
late have I loved you.

And behold, you were within,
and I was in without
and sought you there,
and in my deformed state I plunged into those lovely things
which you made.

You were with me, and I was not with you.

The lovely things kept me far from you,
Even though if they did not have their existence in you
they had no existence at all.

You called and cried out loud and shattered my deafness.

You were radiant and resplendent, you put to flight my blindness.

You were fragrant,
and I drew my breath and now pant after you.

I tasted you, and I feel but hunger and thirst for you.

You touched me,
and I am set on fire to attain your peace.

—  St. Augustine, “Confessions”
He expresses information but not through a tongue or voice. He listens but not with the holes and organs of hearing. He speaks but does not utter words; He remembers but does not learn… When He wishes to create something, He says to it ‘Be’ and it is , but not through a voice that can strike the ears, nor a calling that can be heard. Rather, His speech, Glory be to Him, is an act of His that he creates and incorporates, which did not exist before, for were it an ever-existing thing it would be a second god.
—  Imam Ali ibn Abi Talib [as]