In our existence as mankind, few have ever known the presence of the real world. It is far different from what the eyes can perceive, for our creators come from a realm outside of this dimension. As a creation called mankind, we are given eyes to see. In truth, we grow eyes to deceive. We see only what we are allowed to see. The fact is, we are not real either; we are but a projection of the minds of our creators who lie a dark realm of suffering, and for precisely this reason, we are only the imaginations of those miserable beings trapped in the dark realm, whom I’ve come to call the Real Ones. Indeed, our existence in this world is nothing but a cry of dreams.
The realm of the Real Ones cannot be grasped by the bodily senses we are given. Our intended purpose of existence in this world is to escape the gruesome pains of our creators trapped in eternal misery. We are merely figments of the Real Ones’ imaginations living in a conceived world that masks the truth. Surely, we are created by the miserable Real Ones to never experience their suffering. We are made to enjoy the fabricated lies of this world. We are here to see the sunshine, smell the roses, and find happiness among ourselves and others.
You surely do not believe me, for how can the world we live in be any less real? Then there is no need for you to read further, for I’ve never had any expectations to begin with. After all, what have you experienced? You are precisely what your creators destined you to be –a blissful being under the drunken spell of merciful ignorance. But no you say, you are conscious and have known both pain and pleasure, and you have felt emotions on both ends of the spectrum of happiness and despair to know what life is about. You are right; indeed you are so-well adapted to this false world to possibly acknowledge the existence of the real one. Let me convince you.
Do not be assured that you will understand the least bit of the dark realm in which the Real Ones dwell. It is impossible to grasp its existence under the limited laws of our universe. The presence of this realm can only be felt during fleeting moments. But before I explain further, you must make the necessary preparations before facing the revelation. Disregard everything –the natural laws of our world, the existence of all that men have created and valued, and even what your eyes perceive. This false reality has imposed upon you many habits, and now you must loose them all. Become an absolute nihilist, for only then can you experience and welcome the unimaginable.
You are skeptical because it is natural for you to cling onto the comfort of established order in your life. It would be easier for you to sack me in a madhouse than for me to convince you with this nonsense. Be it so, but you cannot deny your curiosity for the bizarre, and should you be any less mercifully ignorant, you will fear the unknown. Shall we continue then? For I have yet to explain how one in this world might establish moments of contact with the realm of the Real Ones. If you are willing to deny everything of our world, then you have accomplished the first step towards the greatest revelation.
It is a shame that our feeble minds are constructed with such limited function and capacity. Too much exposure to new knowledge will surely cripple us with insanity. There is so much that we do not know even about our own world, not to mention the realm of another dimension. Perhaps it is best that we remain under the sheltering cloak of ignorance. But if you are willing to accept the risk of insanity that comes with the revelation of a horrible cosmic truth, you have chosen a much more courageous and conscious path than most. Nevertheless, I will not disdain your alternative choice to continue basking in the bliss of ignorance; after all, you are created by the Real Ones to be happily unaware of your true suffering; thus why should one defy the pleasures taken for granted?
You are indeed brave for having followed thus far, that, or you’re dumbly curious or curiously skeptical. If any of the latter two should be the case, then I shall not waste my time speaking to an unintelligible mind, for I may as well be talking to a rock. But if you are slightly willing to accept the least bit of the falseness of our reality and its true presence in an alternate dimension, then you have gained my respect and veneration for your likewise consciousness.
Now I will introduce to you the realm of our creators. Surely, you question how I am capable of describing such place. Let me assure you, I neither possess strange abilities nor have been chosen to bear the revelation, but it is simply my heightened conscious and sensitivity that granted me fleeting moments of contact with the realm of the Real Ones. On Thursday of March 29, 2007 (believe me, this is the actual date!) I woke up to a note sitting on my desk. It was written in my own handwriting and dated to the night before, and it read something like this:
The curtain falls, and the play is over. The world fades pitch black, and in that gloom of darkness I wander helplessly trying to find the light. There is none, none but the raging whirlwind of chaos. I am corrupted, transformed into the very horrible substance that permeates this loathsome world, the world of frightening darkness. Just a mere glimpse at the horrible black void cripples me with insanity, yet I am allowed to regain my senses, only to be able to lapse into madness. Silence is the beauty of death. But in this world silence is a miracle. One is only present, but sees and hears nothing except blackness. Oh, but he sees so much more! He sees ghosts, no, more terrifying, he sees horrible images so harrowing and inescapable, their horror etched into the seeing man’s mind. He cringes, falls, writhes in the cold black void. The gruesome fear paralyzes him; he cannot move; the image overtakes him, ripping into his soul, devouring his sanity, until there is no more. Madness! There is only the blessing of madness – the miracle of the dark realm. There are infinite miles in all directions to run, infinite volume to hold your screams of terror.
Such unforgettable experience marked my first encounter with the dark realm. And those trips to the realm of suffering would persist until the month of May; where by some miracle I began to escape contact with this horrendous world and regain the blissful life intended for me. What I have constructed for you is a depiction of the cumulative miseries I have encountered in the realm of the Real Ones. It is not nearly as convincing as the experience itself, and many things can only be portrayed mildly through the imagery of this world. The dark realm that you may experience, should you dare venture for a glimpse of truth, may be nothing like what I have described. Alas, I shall attempt to guide you on your journey to discovery.
First, you must be able to answer the questions: why is our world created in the first place, and why are we created? It would be most logical to draw up an analogy. Let’s say I ask you this question instead: why do we dream, and why do we imagine? We do so for the same reasons that the Real Ones do –to escape an unbearable reality. But why should our “reality” be cruel if the Real Ones did not intend for it to be that way? You see, just because we imagine better worlds, it doesn’t mean that those worlds are perfect. In our daydreams, we are susceptible to occasional reminders of our painful “reality,” and among our most fantastic dreams there are interludes of uncontrollable nightmares. Similarly, our world in which the Real Ones have created is not the ideal either, for there is still suffering, but nothing compared to that of the dark realm.
But what about the world that we create though our imagination, can it exist in another dimension? No, we simply lack the power of the mind to make our imaginations more convincing and more “real” for them to exist outside our heads. Our minds are not as capable as those of our creators, and likewise our imagined characters possess even less mind. The Real Ones have created though their vast power of the mind the world of us, known to mankind as the universe. And alas, in our so called suffering, our mind may catch a glimpse of the dark realm.
And such is the truth of our existence, and we shall never know any more about the Real Ones and the dark realm. In our suffering on Earth, the conscious may come to a fleeting realization that perhaps there is more to our world than what we are allowed to see. Thus, enjoy your intended life and be thankful for it. Although we are nothing but a cry of dreams, always remember the fate of the Real Ones and their suffering that brought us into existence.
nice,but the real reason i am commenting on this creation is so i can tell how briliant of a writer you are and that you should realy think about getting a job as an auther because so far on all of your creations the stories are just unbelievably great.
Ah, Nihilism, where ever would we be without you?
Now, I realize this Moc has been up for quite a while, but my abilities to nitpick overcame me quite fiercely. Now, it's an excellent build, but I'd like to obnoxiously point out a few flaws in the story:
1. Why would the Real Entities care if we ever saw their world? If they wanted us to be happy, Why would they reveal a world of such infinite sorrow, intangible to our feeble minds?
2. In the Moc, it depicts physical torture being done, wouldn't mental torture be a more effective form of sadism? (Okay, I'm thinking about this one to much.)
3. Dimensions are not paranormal realms (Well, to them, our realm would be paranormal), but rather the properties of a physical object. (I know you realize this, since you seem an intelligent man, but for some reason, I get really irritated when people misuse the word.)
4. Whoever it is that's informing us of this realm provides no evidence that he is not lying. Yet, he so arrogantly calls us fools. In fact, it feels like he's just going on a nihilistic ego trip.
I apologize for my arrogance about this excellent Moc, but today I've had this strange urge to annoy. But then again, that urge is natural for people on the internet.
Of course, it's still a Mocpages Classic, and I love the build of it.
This is an excellent creation! I really like all the things you put in the moc, the information in the description was nice to because at first I didn't understand. It's also incredibly well smoothened even though kinda wierd. :)
The way i see it, you are either, insane and need serious help, you are a very good writer and have demeanor and imagination of a horror author, or this is all true. I mean this description is pretty vivid. Have you seen what lies beyond our veiled eyes, or is this just you poking fun at us deeper thinkers. As Sherlock Holmes said, or would say if he were real, after you have ruled out the impossible, even the most unlikely answer must be right. I love the model as well, the bricks themselves, but tell me, what is all this?
You have a very good way of stating all these complex ideas and flashes of insight very clearly and thoroughly. Its funny that LEGO ended up as your medium through which to display all your thoughts. You use LEGO to convey your thought and intense flashes of insight that horrify you, I use LEGO to cover mine up, or like you said to immerse myself in ignorance and innocence. I too, suffer from the same thoughts that separate us from those whose mind's don't wander outside of their conditioned perception of reality.
Some people obviously can't comprehend Nannan's mind. It's more complex than the innerworkings of the very creatures he creates. The creepiness is simply due to the fact that our minds are so raw to this kind of surrealism and thought-provoking art that it gives us the feeble thoughts that it is unfriendly and otherworldly, while subconsciously, we are just as complex and surreal as this MOC.
your first line says "And you thought you have seen reality..."
... Are you retarded??!! No, you're just sick, WHY do you do this??!!
Stuff like this doesn't deserve so many comments!!! (Ironically I'm commenting) I'm gonna go cry now...
I like the abstract part. Too much gory though. Art doesn't need pain. And a short quote to the author: I am in another dimention. A dimention of sound. A dimention of sight. A dimention of mind. A journey into a wonderous land with the borders of imagination. There are Lego bricks shaped into the name of: Twilight Zone.
I like it
September 22, 2008
It's beatifull. Yet my simple mind doesn't understand it.
It's great to see something that in a way portrays my way of thinking. My friends often accuse me of being philosophical or "zen"...anyway, this is marvelous. MOCs that make visitors use their brains...I like the concept...that is what I believe LEGOs should really be used for. A very poetic MOC. C ya~ElNickre
Oh god, this is even more disturbing when you read it and look at it more closely a secong time (especially when u said "The dark realm that you may experience, should you dare venture for a glimpse of truth, may be nothing like what I have described"
Everyone may say disturbing and creepy and i addmit it is a little but still one of the best vigs ever!
I like it
June 30, 2008
Amazing truely amazing a combination of elements from previous creations for example the wheel chair the guy with the cross just WOW and you cant see any studs amazing... good job on making it into the OXM.
The thing is very thingy, with an added quality of thinginess. I complement you on your various depictions of violence and good-vs-evil. Your use of straight grey figures is surreal, and your architecture is nicely Frank-Lloyd-Wright-ian. Did you get the inspiration for the three hanging dudes from Pirates of the Caribbean? It just reminded me of that. BTW, dude, your narration is surrealistic. Keep It up!
You seem to have a wide view on things/life, my English vocabulary isn't very extended, There a lot of things I want to say but It's hard to express in English... Anyway, the creation itself shows only pain and death,
your life vision goes together with dark thoughts...
I think this is very clever.......but kint of frightning...
I like it
February 25, 2008
Its amazing. all those nay sayers that say " lego bricks are ment for fun not this" well this is a perfect medium for showing despair. its about how life is coated to look different than it is. this things evil is slightly masked by the fact that the lego brings out a sort of inosents. I dont know if what i said was right but any way sweet the spine thing rulezzzz
your gothic poetry and artistry are as good as any I've seen. If anyone were to get lego started as a mainstream art medium you would be the one to do it. this is unimagineably poetic, and it evokes the deepest human fear: the unknown. your art is so good you could probably make a living off of it. (I couldn't quite figure out what the thing with the blonde wig was, but I like the ghostly figure protruding from it.
Now aren't you ashamed, Nannan? Giving these poor kids nightmares? Freaking out the small minded who just don't get it? Please, in the future, post only positive uplifting MOCs full of sunshine and rainbows and happy innocent minifigs with eternally smiling faces.
I can stand a little gore, but I think you're taking the sadistic death scenes a tad too far for your chosen medium (LEGO). Still, with that said, the dude ripping out the spinal cord was awesome, and it's great to see some red scorpions getting a victory. Go scorpions.
This is what would happen if Hieronymus Bosch played with Legos instead of oil paints! It's a fascinating, imaginative piece, built with skill worthy of the concept it illustrates. "...There is no spoon."
Why do people complain about gore and death represented in LEGO? How is it really any different from the implied gore and death respresented in vehicles and weapons of war? This is unique and visually interesting, an increasing rarity on MOCpages these days.
Dude, have you thought of directing heavy metal viseo clips? That MOC is far cooler/scarier than any metal clip or artwork I've ever seen (and that's saying a lot for an ol' headbanger like me) As always, well done!!!
Nice job making something architecturally eye catching as a platform for your assorted minifig captions. Your manipulation of pieces is really good... the rat legs, for example, really give that soul(?) the perfect look. The large group of tentacles really have a creepy 'monster under the bed' feel to them and are my favorite part.