Book of Jasher & Misc. thoughts

This is so strangely, hauntingly, beautiful.

I wanted to listen to an audiobook of the Book of Jasher, and this came up. It's the only video longer than ten minutes. It's supposed to be a long book...

But this whole video seems to be the book in synthesized music form. I can't explain the beautiful, painful, sorrowful, otherworldly feeling I get from listening to it. Would love to hear it in analog... It's too difficult to understand in this form.

Unrelated, but this reminds me of something.

I have been having these powerful visions of the world before the flood for quite some time.

The old kings were gods who towered over man like mountains. They wore garments of extraordinary design; stark reds and golds. Their presence alone could make a man fall to his knees and sob. Their gaze had an unbearable pressure to them. Their architectures were of an oppressive and disorienting scale and grandeur.

Everything was elaborately ceremonial. Music, art, and worship were advanced to levels we can not fathom. Their technology was like magic to us. Our silicon and computers are crude and infantile in comparison.

It was both glorious and oppressive. Not a time any of us would want to live in. Our entire race was of servants, bred for the sole purpose of pleasing and exalting our godkings.

I've dreamt of such a being lumbering down a massive walkway toward me. Cloaked in a magnificent red mantle, wearing ornate armor-like clothing with a horned helmet and jewelry from head to toe. Words can't do this thing justice. I was like a grasshopper in its eyes.

My instincts were of a submissive primal fear, mixed with a nauseating love and awe. To be noticed by these beings would be the worst feeling in the world, it was too much, and yet it was everything we could yearn for.

We were bred and cultivated to serve these lords. We were left emotionally hollow without them, when they departed. To be an insect within their palace walls was the most any human could ever wish for.

They destroyed the world fighting one another. And their half-breed descendents created the first dynasties of man. One could say we did not invent civilization, but inherited it from them.

I dread to think what would happen if they wanted to come back. If they wanted to speak to us.