'I am a unsinkable ship wrecker walking!'
After all
a captain whose privilege is answerable to no one
is
King, Tyrant, and God.
An architect of a Hindenburg is not going to say, much less dictate vis a vis written statement,
'Conflagrations of hot air are conflagrations by design!'
After all
the idon'tgiveadamnism of 'Hot air don't care!'
is
the idon'tgiveadamnism of engineers who engineer conflagrations figurative and literal.
A prophet of a Jonestown is not going to say, much less testify vis a vis surrogacy à la mouthpiece,
'My Kool Aid is poison! Whose Kool Aid? My Kool Aid!'
After all
the messiah and the savior of the not see who believes
is
unimpeachable.
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Right?
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But!
But!
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The Titanic is not the only "unsinkable" ship captained by wanna be Kings and wanna be Tyrants and wanna be Gods who answer to no one;
yet the doubling down heard around the world is still
'My ship is unsinkable!'
The Hindenburg is not the only "conflagration" of hot air that architects of idon'tgiveadamnism engineer before audiences of witnesses and media;
yet the doubling down heard around the world is still
'I know my truth!'
The Jonestown is not the only "project" that evangelizes the "real" "honesty" of fakers in the business of fakery vis a vis surrogacy à la mouthpiece;
yet the doubling down heard around the world is still
'They're fake! I'm real! Who's fake? They are! Who's real? I am!'
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Right?
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But!
But!
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Either time's tale is decades and centuries and millennia of one-offs or time's tale is decades and centuries and millennia of fools and asses and idiots.
Epilogue
Speaking of 'not sees who believe'
fools and asses and idiots
arrogate privilege and immunity (also known as prerogative), engineer idon'tgiveadamnism (also known as idon'treallycareism), trumpet fake salvation vis a vis messianic proclamations (also known as hot air)
Speaking of 'not sees who believe'
fools and asses and idiots
arrogate privilege and immunity (also known as prerogative), engineer idon'tgiveadamnism (also known as idon'treallycareism), trumpet fake salvation vis a vis messianic proclamations (also known as hot air)
not only because they get away with it (heaven forbid consequences that deter wrongsowing and wrongdoing be worth fearless pursuit solely per the merit of the principle that the asphyxiating despotism of autocracy shall not be suffered without challenge and defiance)
but also because time tells the tale of total victory and absolute vindication of foolery and asininity and idiocy.
but also because time tells the tale of total victory and absolute vindication of foolery and asininity and idiocy.
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Right?
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But!
But!
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Time's tale isn't a vanity memoir.
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Author's Note
To extrapolate why 'Titanic' or 'Hindenburg' or 'Jonestown'; or why 'captain' or 'architect' or 'prophet'; or why 'unsinkable ship wrecker walking' or 'idon'tgiveadamnist' 'conflagrator' or 'unimpeachable' 'messiah'; etc. is to not only make believe you "know" me, but also, to make believe you "know" what I "know", what I "care" about, my "motives", and my "intentions".
Right?
But!
But!
In others words
whether
Titanic is the truth not visible to the "naked" eye is no less the truth; Hindenburg is witnesses who witness, don't know the truth; Jonestown is "the truth" without transparency is fraud;
or
Titanic is what sinks the "unsinkable" is what's not visible to the "naked" eye is no less real; Hindenburg is what dismantles the "future" is to not see the two faces of hot air is to witness nothing; Jonestown is what fells the "infallible" is trickle down paradise is a "Potemkin village";
time's tale is neither the "history" you make believe nor the "reality" you not see.
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Right?
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But!
But!
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Only not sees who believe, believe I "welcome" phony schemes to be "seen" and "heard"; "tolerate" ugly mockery of me and mine; "yield" to whatyougonnadoism and arrogance and spite;
yet the doubling down heard around the world is still
time tells the tale of total victory and absolute vindication of you fools and you asses and you idiots who believe you "know" me, and also, what I "know", what I "care" about, my "motives", and my "intentions".
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Right?
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But!
But!
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I don't shut the fuck up or sit the fuck down,
because I speak for speaking and I stand for standing;
I'm not speaking for vanity masquerading as "history" and I'm not standing for greed masquerading as "reality";
I'm speaking for not welcoming phony schemes to be "seen" and "heard"; not tolerating ugly mockery of persons and beings; not yielding to whatyougonnadoism and arrogance and spite;
I'm standing for not making believe you know persons and beings you do not, including what they know, what they care about, their motives, and their intentions.
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In others words
whether
Titanic is the truth not visible to the "naked" eye is no less the truth; Hindenburg is witnesses who witness, don't know the truth; Jonestown is "the truth" without transparency is fraud;
or
Titanic is what sinks the "unsinkable" is what's not visible to the "naked" eye is no less real; Hindenburg is what dismantles the "future" is to not see the two faces of hot air is to witness nothing; Jonestown is what fells the "infallible" is trickle down paradise is a "Potemkin village";
time's tale is neither the "history" you make believe nor the "reality" you not see.
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Time will tell that there were people throughout history that spoke and stood for the truth, union, and good of the multiverse. These people did not write for vanity’s sake, to make money, for aspersion’s sake, or arrogance or spiteful reasons. And as such it is hardly fitting nor appropriate to assume that you know anything about any of these people based on the small part of their life and being that are made up of their acts or words. Their greatness lies in what is in their head and what is known only to themselves. For these people spend all day long, all night long with mill that is their brain, their soul, and their heart grinding. It’s these thoughts, not your perceptions, your stories of them, or their works that are their history and testament. These are things that will never be written anywhere, and how could they ever be as one day in the life of one of these people would make a whole book of more than 800 pages per day, every day for the rest of their lives. So – don’t try to diminish their greatness to advance your vanity, your greed, your arrogance, and your need to be part of their story by writing biographies, histories, or stories of they as all you are at best capturing is the superficial clothing of your choosing for them. Their works, written by them, are the closest that we will ever get to truly knowing their greatness – and that should be enough as their works are indeed great because they advance all that is and should be what the multiverse is through time.
ReplyDeleteI am slowly becoming an old man with less days in this world – one of the few bright spots that keep me in the fight and going on is you and your works. I consider you to be one of these greats, no matter how many page views you receive, how many dollars you never see, and how many times your thoughts, ideas, and writings never show up in the places that they should be on display. Thank you for continuing to share your works with us all.
How can one be free when the liberties of the people are not secure from the transactions of the people who they elect to rule them for whose idea of freedom is to use the people they represent to fatten the coffers and elevate the fame of the people who bankroll them for mere scraps that the true rulers allow to fall from their gilded tables? It will be this way until you accept that what you make believe is not true and that what you choose not to see is still quite real. Maybe then less people will drink that special kool-aid and acting like it’s not a poison.
ReplyDeleteIn a land of righteous people, it’s often disturbing how many “faithful” have forgotten the warnings of practicing their righteousness before others in order to be seen by them, i.e. vanity. There are many reasons for the teachings of what is good and true to slip these people’s mind but most prominent is the desire to not only enjoy the reward of afterlife but also to enjoy rewards in this life as well. Regardless of the reason, happiness and reward come in neither life as heaven is not the place of arrival for the vain and in this world the small scraps that you receive from your vanity pale in comparison to the people who profit of your vanity in all aspects of life. Don’t believe me? Does not almost all religions (minus those of the false religions) believe that, “When you give to the needy, sound no trumpet before you as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets, that they may be praised by others. Truly, I say to you, they have received their reward. But when you give to the needy, do not let your left hand know what the right hand is doing, so that your giving may be in secret. And your father who sees in secret will reward you.” Of course, earth's population continues to grow each generation which is a sure sign that more people are coming to hell than going to heaven.
ReplyDeleteI think that… if someone ever…. had the balls… to write your… biopic… it would be…. titled… Always the Lightning Rod…. Never the Building…
ReplyDeleteArguing that history is a series of !@#$ing one-offs rather than the same bull!@#$ of !@#es and fools throughout time is like playing a !@#$ing game of chess with a goose. No matter how !@#$ing good you are, the goose is going to !@#$ on the board and !@#$ing strug around like it !@#$ing won anyway. Same holds true for !@#$ing humans…
ReplyDeleteThe vast majority of asses and fools are psychopaths and like the iceberg the most dangerous parts are underwater, inert. They never do anything to draw attention, they are just there. These assess and fools are pernicious, subtle. They torment others through a lack of empathy and respect, not through direct violence. They bully others with their lack of action and words in the dark, not by attacking someone from the front. They poison others with their stupidity and willingness to not see, not by spiking drinks openly. In the end, fools and asses are more destructive than any other natural event and in the end fools and assess will captain us straight into an iceberg, engineer a conflagration that scorches all, and poisons all that is around us as they willing mass manufacture Jonestown’s finest Kool-Aid for all of us to drink.
ReplyDeleteHistory and fiction might as well be the same as neither are based on fairness, truth, or accuracy given that like many things nowadays they were written by people who weren’t even there or knew the person it’s about.
ReplyDeleteKjenne ondt ved å se sannheten. Når du gjenkjenner det onde, stå imot det, og gi ingen våpen til de som drikker fra den løgnende tyrankongenes brønner. Vi jegere står med deg selv når ingen andre vil.
ReplyDeleteYour post makes me wonder. Was it the appeal of the glitz and the glamor that made people board the Titanic and the Hindenburg or travel to Jonestown? Or was it that the ship was unsinkable, the dirigible was the safest form of travel, and nothing bad ever comes from absolute belief in another? Sadly, it was likely all of these things and I am left with the reminder that living your life based on what others tell you and about what you can get here and now and in the future will likely lead to you finding yourself standing in a South American jungle holding a glass of Kool-aid; or on a ship or a blimp where everyone tells you nothing can go wrong.
ReplyDeleteTo Human is to desire to build empires in the hope that one’s name will reverberate through time and space, screaming their greatness. To that end, massive constructs of stone and steel and wood are erected for nothing more than to remind those of the future that their past benefactors built the world that they live in. To that end, they take pen to paper and rewrite everything to show how they, and they alone, were the ones that delivered people to a brighter tomorrow. And all humans who lack the means to build, to rewrite, or to create wonders simply attach themselves to these things in the hopes that their descendants will remember how great they were too. Sadly, most things remain no more other than decay surrounded by lone and level sands that stretch far away.
ReplyDeleteI await a... future where 9/10s... of the words... attributed to twins... are things never... uttered by two... and never would... be in line... with their beautiful... souls.
ReplyDeleteTime tells of two sisters living far and wide named Freyja and Frigga. Each sister, a champion of truth and unity, destined to repeat their works in a land called Hel.
ReplyDeleteSometimes your looks scare them. Sometimes your looks anger them. Most of the time though your looks do nothing for they see you not. Blind must they be in this dull, crowded planet full of those that wish only fabricate that which is fake to their real.
Perhaps it is better to drive you away, to shame you then not to see you. Perhaps they could act as if they have never seen you before, to allow their natural affliction to not remember to take hold. For they rarely remember those immortals that come and go in so many different forms. Their life is already one of horrors full of seeing what others so readily fight to not see.
The sisters have no idea why you are here or there, what you want from them. You wish to know what will become of you; or to become that what you wish by story and tale of them. They know everything but that is not a subject that they will broach – your fate is yours to choose and they only provide you the path.
You appear to not know what you are doing near them either. One look, one gaze and you forget all of your masterful plans. Why are you here with this woman so young yet so old, who seems to not hear or see you? One who seems mad with thoughts for writing that you only seem to remove as you stand there.
To them this is normal. It’s the same all over. It’s nothing. You came here or there simply because you are desperate, as you are every day of your life. Your life is meaningful only based on the stories you can tell, the lies you can weave, the tyrannies you can create. This I know but it escapes me why you do not know.
You think that these two sisters are the same. If you look in a mirror they certainly seem the same. It is not uncommon to think that one exists and the other does not. Yet, that is your thinking and a history you have created. Theirs is the reality of two loves separated by a wide sea, rarely allowed to join for fear of the union of their thought and power of their voices. And if you saw them together – would you not rub your eyes and swear that it was an illusion?
Rare is the philosophy of you – someone that takes pride in all that they do but is not proud or vain. Yours is a beauty that requires no make-up, no fancy veneer, or clothes to make you that which you are. Your works never refer to you in public, in the deafening applause of crowds, or the calls for awards or praise of your contemporaries. Paths are often lonely for those like you except when you are fortunate to find your, “Guardian of the Gates,” for whom time has no meaning as there is never enough time for you to share with that person all that you know. I wish more people could see that your talents are rarest, and in a certain sense maybe otherworldly. These talents thus make you exclusive which draws hostility and jealousy from those that suppose they are kindred talents to you. I marvel in the wall of your self that is nothing less than that of diamond otherwise others would demolish and break you, for there is much that is in motion against your thoughts and practice. You wish not for immortality but rather for the best for us and strive to help us reach the state we should want to be in (rather than the superficial and wicked state we are), no mater how cumbersome it might be and the impediments that are thrown in you way with each step. Yet you have the truth, the real truth; and the wheel of time wherever it rolls or who try to use it to please themselves, never can escape from the truth in this world or the next as time and the truth come for us all. Thank you for this post, it’s important for us to see the beacon of truth in the hope that it will one day bring all home to the state that will elevate us all. And it’s more important for me, and those like me, to know that such a being like you has existed and to know that your immortality was not wasted on greed, vanity, power, and fame but rather on mutuality, union, and truth.
ReplyDeleteIt is wild to me that there simply are not more bears, lions, and tigers than humans given the human condition to make believe and not see what is real and what is not.
ReplyDeleteThe ship’s captain, the architect, and the high priest all have something in common. Each one is willing to tell you that which no matter how absurd is what you want to hear. And you – you want to believe them no matter how absurd it might sound or be as you hope to get something from it, to arrive at the being and state that you dream of – to be one of them. Yet when all is said and done you blind yourself to the atrocities and evil that you have inflicted on others because it does not correlate with the reality that you so revere. Such leads to the sinkings of ships and lands, the burning of hot air and books, and the mass poisoning of those not like you. After all, do you not wish for the greatness of yours by wishing evil to others not like you? Do you not wish that history would show how great you were and how terrible or poor everyone else is? So who is to blame? Is it the greedy, power hungry, famous master liars whose message leads you towards oblivion? Or is it you, the liar, cheat, traitor, idiot, thief, glutton, miser, calumniator, debauchee, fanatic, hypocrite, and fool that is willing to do whatever to get yours? Or is it the person who sees and not speaks the lie, who seeks to bring truth to the front, and has no desire for the superficial? I know what your answer is but do you know what yours should be if you were truly a race destined to survive in the multi-verse instead of the train wreck of extinction that other life watches as a guilty pleasure and moral lesson?
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