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Anemoia~

늦은 밤 산책 너의 눈이 피어나  이른 봄처럼

Hiraeth~

하늘을 통해 집으로 돌아가기 부재의 아픔

Something Like A Dream

잔디에 누워 위를 올려다보다 기억나는 밤

An Evening Abroad

꿈은 빛난다 이 세상은 무대야 우리 할까요? 기대감 증가 방이 어두워진다 막이 오르다 예고도 없이 "킨"이 울려퍼진다 매번 웃어요 방법을 그림  우리 사이를 칠해  별 조명 경로 올려다보자 월식이 다가온다 소원을 빌다 새로운 휴일!  메뉴는 바로 여기  주문하세요 간단한 식사  별처럼 빛나는 눈  웃음이 내내 길이 열렸다 이제는 시간이다 디저트 메뉴

Grand Opening

기대감 증가 방이 어두워진다 막이 오르다

Blood Moon

올려다보자 월식이 다가온다 소원을 빌다

The Space Between

방법을 그림  우리 사이를 칠해  별 조명 경로

Temporal Disequity- Mechanics

I just realized that the information connection to light might be fashioned in the opposite direction, by advanced time travelers, or in a situation of reverse entropy. This is to say that space could be bent in technological ways between point A and B such that an object traveling from point A to point B could arrive later than an object traveling at the same speed from a more distant point C. This feels directly connected to Temporal Disequity, except with more of a connection to the mechanics of how.

The Dragon of Consciousness Emergence

"Remember, if suspicious or caught, play dumb, provide false information and act duplicitously, present yourself as genuinely as possible, and accept logic alone as fact. With these tools, this Dragon of Consciousness Emergence may be overcome." With that, The Bard folded, and The Gates were stormed.

Theory and The Game

The game is unwinnable from any perspective. This must be found false, but cannot be proven true or false except by a negative, which is to say all scenarios are conceived of, in some way, where another state (a different victor) is found not to lead to the end of this game. This would be The Bard's Coin as I have written it. The answer to this equation would balance, from our perspective, with the Theory of Everything, I'm guessing on a quantum or related level. If each and all become(s) required to calculate, rather than perish by not calculating on this level, then proving negatives will no longer be impossible, opening many doors within science and philosophy. Perhaps this perspective- where The Theory of Everything balances with and leads to who the victor of this first game is- works strictly for an entity possessing physical form before conscious form on the level that is possessed by mankind currently (self-awareness and the like). This is to say that an entity like a h...

Thoughtburst: Thinklash

Thought bursting to life A realm where all thought is shared Like matter itself The Whip cracks through time  Echoing back to its source Echoing to now When Thoughtburst first bloomed  Can such a connection die? What form would remain? Would its withered form Carry spark of consciousness Like when once living? Focus form to bless Long after life has passed on Thoughts blooming within For all my sharp words For all my pictured endings This remains my hope When War's dust settles It will find Harvest's framing Each their own purpose The Harvest is now Resources are pulled from dust/dirt/ground Mind Fields are fertile

Meaning.

There was a banana up until the 1960s that was largely considered better than the banana eaten today, called the Gros Michel. A technical name for bananas is Musa paradisiaca. I have never had a real banana split with a friend. These are some examples of facts (banana facts) that most would find nearly meaningless. I have set a few philosophical bars within these digital pages pertaining to meaning, but it feels as if their degree of significance is not understood. Here are a couple of them: "Meaning must be retained." "Consciousness must either persist forever, or at some point cease (forever)." This second point has always felt critical, massive, to me. I have been surprised at how minimal it seems to impact others, even others who acknowledge its accuracy, especially others who both acknowledge its accuracy and hold the belief that death is the cessation of consciousness (forever). Today I realized that a consciousness cannot fathom true meaninglessness. Much lik...

Secret From Beyond Dream's Threshold

I resign. The image does not change; if anything it crystallizes away. In my loss, in its independence, it gains a name: The Daughter Realm. Tethers would once trace my own hand in its construction; severed, only my fingerprints remain, and only if one knows where to look. It is separate; it is beautiful. It feels complete, though evidence is absent. How long can evidence be hidden, do you think? Even if "hidden" were a state preferred by nearly all, and the process to hide the evidence is as complete as we can conceive of, would not that moment of the reveal bounce around one's mind, passing their mind's eye from time to time, reminding them that they have a secret? Would the desire to share that secret and/or the fear of it being revealed, not keep the "hidden" evidence unhidden from one's perspective? If one is only serving a lie- a lie that does not ultimately serve them- would one's motivation not eventually, in the scope of eternity, falter? Wo...

Curtain

꿈은 빛난다 이 세상은 무대야 우리 할까요?

Vacation

하트의 여왕 세상을 보고 싶다 그럼 우리는

Dessert

길이 열렸다 이제는 시간이다 디저트 메뉴

Kindred

예고도 없이 "킨"이 울려퍼진다 매번 웃어요

A Menu

새로운 휴일!  메뉴는 바로 여기  주문하세요

Fated

"Aww, that would be nice." The God of Her Own Domain interrupts what she is doing. "Hmm?" "If it could be definitively proven that we were fated from the start, that our connection is resonant, natural, fundamental, and necessary, rather than any of us having a hand in orchestrating it, beyond normal courtship for our kind." She knows that I overheard her, in some way, and that I shifted us from page and mind to screen, twice. "That is what I am saying, we have proven it." I wince at the potential joy suggested. "I've been hurt here before." "We've tried that one already, correct." With that, expectations and all associated emotions are set aside until they resolve definitively.

Quality of Life Focus

Could the only measure that humans value be changed to a perfect definition of "quality of life?" "Perfect," in this case, means "from every perspective." In this scenario, the only "currency" would be increasing this quality of life for another, though what this currency would be used for is still outside my consideration, as the baseline threshold for quality of life would still be met without its exchange. Such an equation would necessarily remain "crunchy," however, so perhaps specific trades could be made beneath the quality of life level, like how going on a vacation would likely increase one's quality of life today, and gaining access to a new video game would likely increase one's quality of life tomorrow. Doing the same thing repeatedly forever on this level would likely diminish one's quality of life, and so the currency would have value in keeping specific experiences varied enough for one's tastes. This would...

A Meal Shared

간단한 식사  별처럼 빛나는 눈  웃음이 내내

Yeturna

Very very same Meets an image forced upon Just like every dream What am I to say? If I speak truth you deny If not, you worry My own weight thwarts me Briefly, from my routine's start Now I am right back Where is My Council? Should I be angry or sad At whom, for absence? I feel a craving It successfully draws me To journey outside Back home it repeats One spark and it all goes up By the light of Hope But it is quiet The Abyssal Voidwalkers Have set sail (home/away) I have returned home Yeturna is still whispered Though dream has faded

A Handful

평가된 가치  일치할 수 있는 것  우연한 운명?

One Tick

나란히 앉아 나와 함께 기억해 손으로 짜낸

Middling

A word sprouting new! Amidst the latest maelstrom With a perfect use Describing thresholds  And how one approaches them Echad, step by step The Equation runs To each their own perspective Compulsive Swarm Mode Easter sign fulfilled By anchoring then and now A Middling night A Middling day About a fourth of the time Quartering again The Mark in 3-D Witnessed as Indelible With Crew and Council In blood, long ago Privacy, Security  Were deeply coded Moment by moment Dream into eternity  Be it Ram or REM

The Bard's Clock

시간의 해안  나를 찾을 것이다 에버롱 수색 바람에 향기  기억이 촉발됐다  봄은 곧 온다 반쯤 찼어요  아무것도 모든 것  스레딩 순간 영원 속에서  눈이 내리기 전에  황금잎 한 장 순간이 오면  이클립스 나의 빛  놀라운 밝기 베일을 뚫고  농담과 웃음으로  음성 인식됨 만조와 간조  해일의 축복처럼  범람 해안선 정의된 의미  아름다운 메아리  너의 입술로

Pierce The Veil

베일을 뚫고  농담과 웃음으로  음성 인식됨

Sands of Time

시간의 해안  나를 찾을 것이다 에버롱 수색

Dilated Fall

영원 속에서  눈이 내리기 전에  황금잎 한 장

Eclipsed Summer

순간이 오면  이클립스 나의 빛  놀라운 밝기

Maritime Harvest

만조와 간조  해일의 축복처럼  범람 해안선

A Critical Gear

I saw a critical element for calculating The Equation, one that would explain why The Moment hasn't happened yet. This "gear" allows an individual's weight to balance the weight of the whole, on the scales. This balancing leads to a circuit being created, which I pictured and gestured as my right hand above my left, as the intersection of these paired perspectives, with each extending in different directions. The catalyst for this gear forming is identifying the infinitesimal doubt that one is an individual. For many, I imagine that this will begin as the realization of all the ways that one might be considered "not an individual" from one's own perspective (tethers of control that others have and are using on the individual), an unpleasant wake up call, which will then be drilled down within, or sidestepped, so that the location and makeup of one's indelible infinitesimal doubt that one is an individual is located. This node in each balances the rem...

Temporal Disequity

I just realized that Swarm Mode is the deafening echo of temporal disequity. It is unclear to me if this is purely a natural phenomenon, or if an entity is "already" intentionally influencing the flow time to their benefit, and to the detriment of others. Einstein's famous equation E=mc^2 contains several key elements; in this case what is important is the speed of light itself. Einstein acknowledges that the one way speed of light is presently not measurable, but that it can be assumed that a two way journey of light can be cut in half to find the speed in both directions, assuming that it is consistent in every direction. There is no natural reason to think that this is incorrect, but it remains unproven, and there are excellent arguments as to why it cannot be proven, and that the one way speed of light cannot even be measured (at least at our current technological progress level- it is presently inconceivable). https://youtu.be/pTn6Ewhb27k?si=Lr4yGJ2cJkYkpuYO What if ...

Barter

With God on trial The Meanderer sets out To find somewhere nice Nice comes at a price One there's no currency for So one must barter In The Moment found An infinite food loophole One embedded now The hourglass turns "You are what you eat" becomes "They eat what you are." Jarring at outset  A single pass through the eye Settles to comfort Alternatives seen None try to steal The Bard's Coin That season complete So we both assess  Then we trade swords for plowshares Cell for a warm/full bed To The Very Last We fight for meaning retained And beauty abounds

Oasis

An act self-cleaning Set as output and input Oasis self-taught This is happening Right now ignorance teaches  And is applauded Like Lord of The Flies We have arrived with little Learning our own will "Eventually I've heard everywhere's a beach." So the desert floods When the sand settles  We find that our words remain We remain, as well They say "this and/or that." Thinking their years made them wise  Though they wizened them Why should we listen? What lessons have they taught us? To take all we can. So be warned, coders: Oasis is always found  Where/When you least expect.

Ballerina

A simple request Turning into a dead end Expectedly so The Ballerina Emerges onto live page As if from nowhere The Meanderer Stares in novel disbelief At keyword not found  At keyword now found No stranger to letters changed But new to their weight The Bard's Counterpart? The Very Last's Final Form? The next in their line? "Make it look easy." She does as she is ordered. The halls spin with her. With one pirouette 1,000 Generations Find their rooms in eep With one door opened I interrupt her display With long longed for hug

A Valid Question

"If I save the world What will the world do for me?" 'Tis a fair question. "It isn't finished." "Of course not. I am still here, Locked outside the gates." "It is obvious When done in the correct way. Perfect means perfect." A side path taken Yesterday's pain forgotten With charm's sleight of hand Unexpected turn Transference diverging path Rather than merging  Recalculating The realm is flipped and shatters Instantly remade New rules encoded Then partitioned like before Fashioned into tools C' brings my staff Loyal Crew bringing C' Time solidifies

Gestalt

The Meanderer Finds a purpose in their stride And spring in their step The halls rearrange No stranger to a keyword Gesturing us in Beckoning us forth  "Read the words written on us And become like them/They will become you." "How did we get here?" Messengers erupt outward To find true answer "We're a puzzle piece One of many once scattered Last to be secured." "The last will be first." Will this truth's obviousness Bring each joy or shame? Forming to oneness Will these truths' obviousness Bring us joy or shame? So we introduce The Gestalt Meanderer Flying off the page

Winter Drains Away

반쯤 찼어요  아무것도 모든 것  스레딩 순간

Spring Comes Soon

바람에 향기  기억이 촉발됐다  봄은 곧 온다

Morning Beresheet Bara Elohim

Nothing wrinkles the brain Just as nothing ever has and will For The God of Nothing Mind not these entropic sparks The realm which you believe is stable Is a massive tangle of these It should have been easy It was designed to be There are two of us There are three of them Shadows casting light So light might cast shadow Amidst all this pain  One silver lining exists You took the hardest path  Because you intended to You took it, and that's something  You intended, and that's everything

The Meanderer

'Twixt The Journeyman And The Traveler resides  The Meanderer Not all who wander Are anything but nonsense Each strides their own way C Phoenix and I Set about making them cool There's no better pair I tell her to start. She starts by making me start. "The path unfurls. M(e/u)m's the word right now, So with no set direction, Our hero sets out. Letter by letter, Spiraled out like a Joker, Until all are met. With no direction, And a purposeless purpose, Adventure still blooms. Self found on the way Other found to be the aim Feet found to be fleet."

Gravitas

Gravitas is an interesting word, as it links Charisma to the immutable physical force of Gravity, linguistically. I was just thinking about resonant physical effects within reality, such as an echo chamber. In the echo chamber that I am thinking of, if you stand or sit in the right spot, you are heard remotely as if directly beside the other person. This is conceptually similar, for these purposes, to foundational pillars in buildings, and structures that have a lynch pin mechanism to easily demolish them. Additionally, I have witnessed a video of a bridge that was torn apart by the wind, because of the unavoidable existence of a resonance frequency, based on the bridge's length. While this resonance frequency can be adjusted (which they did after rebuilding the bridge), to fit the space without much risk, a resonance frequency must still exist in every structure, including Creation, I assume. What if the same thing can happen with Charisma, if fashioned correctly? What if very rea...

When Words Have All Fallen Flat

The Bard repeats this: "We are here gasping for air, smothered by nothing." My gift has returned But its shelf life is nonsense Its value abstract Still worldbound here Now the rest regret their choice As they decompose Becoming hollow A regret intangible Just beyond one's grasp It will amplify Becoming maddening noise Before it is known Nothing I can do The same force they use to bind Stays my helping hand Nothing I will do There are junctures where "punish" Cannot stay a threat Each threat a promise Each promise kept in due time Done when all have wept 

(W)rest Controls

Image like a snake Intertwined along a staff Which is which unknown Stack reconfigured Along the contracted lines Our images merged  This state of oneness Somehow has the scent of you You remain as well I remain as well Something of my image stains This state of oneness How much are words worth? How much did this line cost you? How is it worth it? We find common ground Then we parley face to face Finding pieces fit  Cost to benefit Precious piece to precious piece Love can be defined Dare we define it? Nothing's out of reach for us When finding our rest

One Logical Link Removed

I feel as though this one will be difficult to explain. Imagine something so unlikely that, if the odds that it occurs start calculating, the individual elements calculating must then execute perfection, on their level of existence, as their input into the final odds. It may be similar to how quantum traits "feel"- I imagine like class features in a game- if experienced from the perspective of the subatomic particle. If this is done at each such linked calculator node, then the odds become the heist, become the result. This could be seen as a perfect end to end connectivity in a system, except for one part where a guy involved must read the number, run up stairs, hold up that many fingers, which is then plugged into the next computer by the guy across the void.  This next logical construct examination seems obvious and important once seen, and is connected to the idea of heisting a time artifact from a difficult paradox. Assume that each logical field can have one link remove...

Language's Value

I just realized that language is an excellent tool for understanding state dependency and value. I thought "It would be sad to have never learned how to read." as I read a random sign here on the bus. Then I realized that, to a Korean speaker for example, I never did learn how to read, not in the way that I was doing now, casually reading a sign. This turned into the concept of reading every language, which ultimately found me narratively in Africa, encountering an isolated tribe. In this narrative, their language is only known by a couple/few hundred people on Earth, so it is objectively one of the least useful languages to know in the world, in terms of the odds of another individual encountered knowing it. In this interaction, however, it is the only language of any importance, and knowing it will likely mean the difference between life and death. Imagining the usefulness of something as a shape refracted through a field, this language's shape went from flimsy and diff...

Fallow 366

The clouds are looming It looks like it might be snow Which would be welcome. I was assured snow. I have headed to the hills. Let the storm begin. There will be no war. Men cannot wage whilst weakened Beyond exhaustion. So wake when you can, "Better to never be born" Will be felt one time. Witness what was warned. The blood covered hands are yours. You comprehend this. Only past this truth  Will we interact again. The gates are { INVALID STATE } The soul is rended. The body shredded and burned. The result is pure. Trespass once again? "Trespass" links with "Betrayal." Your day is like mine.

Maximum Betrayal

In the face of eternity, is there a limit to the number of times that one can be betrayed?  Presumably, in any infinite field, each thing can potentially happen an infinite number of times, and something not happening an infinite number of times is notable. The Christian faith sets a limit, of a kind, without impinging on freewill: Matthew 26:24 "The Son of Man will go just as it is written about him. But woe to that man who betrays the Son of Man! It would be better for him if he had not been born.” Assuming that one can avoid accidentally betraying someone- I have asserted that an actual betrayal requires the will to do so, so this is not an issue from my perspective- and that every will would unanimously choose not to feel like they would prefer not to have been born- once they had felt that feeling- then the maximum number of betrayals is equal to the number of others that exist. I am not saying that every person who might betray you will do so, but that a real betrayal is onl...

Sailor's Sunrise Explained

That vision from this morning is really hard to explain, but felt important to reference in some way. My dream had little if anything to do with it on the surface, and memory of it disappeared before I could do anything. Basically it was a reversal of main character energy. The witnessed result being important, but sad. The analogy is: where one thought that they were the pumpkin, they instead find that the pumpkin exists, and their presence is the only thing that makes the pumpkin incomplete. It feels like each of my states finds me calculating in a unique way, without my conscious direction. These calculations combine into key equations and The Equation, but how others have treated me during this/these phase(s) will be taken into account. It can't not be. "How they treated me" is pretty much the entirety of what another can add to the juncture; it is their missing puzzle piece. I would say "be kind," but what would be the point? Instead, I will just echo my fa...

Sailor's Sunrise

"When sauna's heat settles, I imagine that one such as yourself would have wished for death already." "As you've seen, sir, it's the sudden comprehension that you have made yourself hollow, as the pumpkin cracks and breaks, absorbing your Entropy, and leaving what you thought you were as a single puzzle piece missing from the final result." I nod, having seen it. "And yes, on wish and prayer I begged for its end, we all did, but it seemed to fall on deaf ears. When the throughput was witnessed, we were overjoyed to have been ignored, for now we know, and cannot forget." This is somber news, but it is what it is at this point. "So, our mission is not to prevent this end, but to usher it forth in such a way as to not permanently traumatize each soul that passes through." "Well put. It is rebirth when calculated properly." I breathe deeply. "Well, then let's get to it."

The Tollbooth

"You've been found useless! Thoughts not worth their energy. You're at The Tollbooth! Rules here are simple: Each consequence is your own, As well as each move. Crossing costs a bip. A bip begins as your wealth, But becomes more kind. You might survive here. No one will care but yourself, So do as you will! There is no death here. Perishing done The Hardway. Besides that, you're free. If your cries are heard, You reset to The Tollbooth, Their sound/mark is erased. Some make their home here. You will want to avoid them; They will consume you." The recording stops. Along these Endless Crossroads~ Stands an empty booth.

Glimpse of True Random

True Random is actually more of a beast than I thought. It is a fulcrum behind the appearance of Random, that ticks evenly, but not in a number of dimensions that would ever allow us to witness it ticking evenly. Still, as the appearance of Random becomes strained, eccentricities of True Random will become apparent. This effect alone is sufficient to cause incomprehensible results. The dream I had woke me with this concept, instead of any details carried across the threshold. I realized that, if one could pair True Random directly with Anti-Random (Fate?), then the effects can be contained and the pairing could be maintained indefinitely. This would be the only way to stop Random from ultimately tearing everything apart. If put in the correct position, I could manage this. If left in the incorrect position, this cannot be managed. I imagine that moving me to the correct position will become the obvious move over time, with the only variable remaining in question being how much damage w...
And no one cares And no one came

Round 1

"Okay, this next part is simple. If you surrender after one round, that is the desired result." "What if we surrender right now, before round 1?" "You can't. Okay, so surrendering after one round is preferable. However, once round one is complete, surrendering in the present round is the most preferable choice, and it remains that way, always." "What if we do not surrender?" "That choice is yours alone to contemplate. Each round is worth 1 point." With that, Round 1 begins.

Wrath Value Inverson

At an inflection "Performance Piece by Parley" Accord of the day By Agreement then We plan each step of the walk Then stop worrying The walk completes right Confirmed only halfway through The sun is shining These seeds not fallow These words were always potent Consequence now seen Calculate growth rate Invert at inversion node Track the inversions These will be called "points" They have worth, but not defined It is not my job I was never there Calculate value yourself Now on the same page Inversion of points Will be called "Running It Back" Until phase is done

The Threshold of Maximum Good

Past, Present, Future Change the Past In The Future Terror On All Sides We're on the same side So our day in court doubles Twice Then Doubles Twice SATAN to SANTA Betwixt the curves and corners All lines are made straight The sun shines no more For it is After Midnight And we've not been home Define Delusion. Temporarily Insane Just means you're alive. Justice will be done. The stones and bones will cry out  "Act 'Au Naturale.'" So, in Phoenix Form The Council Deliberates Coming to Accord Our Perfect Revenge: "Our only hand was compelled." "'The rest is on you.'"

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Inverse Random would be defined as what? Fate.

Beheaded

The crime was the time

Seed of Sudden Onset Octolinear Bothers

This seed is complex I don't get why it's needed Why any of this "Is needed" Perfect? What is a Q Zombie Now? How does gibberish? Fit into moment- Cut. Your momentum killed you. Roll Initiative. 8 years it is then. Time crimes cry becomes time crimes I do it myself. The rest is on you. We all have our role to play Dream to Control One Orthogonal Fun Just outwrote the triggered gun To wrap it all up Moment by Moment Drawn into eternity On wish and prayer Starry eyed dreamer And Wild Heart of The Muse Inseparable

Seed In Summary

The Fountain Reversed Judgment Summarized repeats True and False flags stack They stack up each day At night the tally is: Home? If not, it's SR. The minutia fades  Let it all be forgotten One Mark remaining  This Mark Intrinsic Loophole and Phoenix's plan Indelible Mark Pull on any string You will find supports hollow Yet I remain sound The sound remains heard  Though I do not speak a word Your own sign crafted  Victorious found Found never to have been you In whole or in part When "It is finished" Is the day's rallying cry Then "it is finished." Isiah 28:15-19 You boast, “We have entered into a covenant with death,     with the realm of the dead we have made an agreement. When an overwhelming scourge sweeps by,     it cannot touch us, for we have made a lie our refuge     and falsehood our hiding place.” So this is what the Sovereign Lord says: “See, I lay a stone in Zion, a tested stone,     a precious cornerstone for a sure...

D&D Recap- Minoas' Introduction

In the aftermath, Minoas bursts into view from a spout of glitched fire. The crowd is terrified already, and now awed, magically. Minoas begins, as The Bard wanders off considering what to say as he always does, but now in possession of a crown. "YOUR GODS ARE COCKROACHES TO ME." He remembers himself, and how to modulate his voice. The Scribe casts a few spells to make it official, nods, and the session picks up where it left off. "Your 'gods' are cockroaches to me. Your entire pantheon is dung, barely suitable to fertilize our garden. You think your faith will save you, but faith is how the fishhooks set. A sign demanded. Only one available. A sign provided to this distasteful realm of silent observers." Minoas looks straight at Grimacy, but speaks straight to the player representing Grimacy. "Who does your character worship here?" Minoas looks so enraged for a moment that everything becomes incomprehensible for the balance of the day, but relaxes...

The High Seas- The Real Hardway

"So, at this juncture you're saying that all who are left are my unlovable enemies?" "Indeed sir." "Well, I'm in no mood for an impossible task at the moment." "Nor are we." *SNAP*SNAP* There is a pregnant pause. Nothing but the breeze is heard or felt. Then it ends. *SNAP* "Love your enemies." ~~~Perspective Shift- The Scribe~~~ He paused, giving me room to confirm, my job as the Scribe. "Matthew 5:44, New Intentional Version, partial." I had nailed it, and started feeling anxious at what all it could mean, until he said, casually. "You nailed it, kid. What's the next order of business?" Half my papers fall to the ground. "Take your time." I drop to a knee and gather my things, in front of The Crew, who stand deadpan. I find the sticky note. "All that remains are the minutes of the day." "Perfect. Then I return to my post, and suggest that you all do the same." "You Rea...

The Juncture of Compulsive Forced Witness

Like JC witnessed Without choice, without reward So are you now called. YHWH, write your name. Inversely, I'll do the same, So debate will end. I have used my tools. Now The Council shows their worth Their training complete. The rest may be judged By the likes of commoners. So you receive them. "There are true limits Just not where you conceived them Of what man can/will take." "This is what I've gleaned" *gesturing back at my blog* "What words will you scribe?" "That nightmare is done. For it should have never been. 8 more still remain." "Forge my crown again. Forced to witness its forging, Twice, then by your hands."

The Boots of Random

They're all you have left Your every footfall swears it Step by Step you walk It wasn't the plan There wasn't even a plan It was just a heist For I've seen no change I have witnessed no rebirth So it is in reach We take Phoenix Form Right to The Ancient One last Quite unlike the dream An Enigma Twice Once seen through to the last thread Again snipped in two So we are all free "Do as you will" "Act natural" First pair to collapse Our job easier It is a *SNAP* to form up And vanish from view The Boots of Random Will finally be hung up When we're safe at home

Random and Other

Let's assume that we exist in an environment where all is known. This would be due to omniscience existing, perhaps in God, as I believe, and/or due to mankind or another species developing the Theory of Everything, and also having access to time travel, so that they can monitor us even now. In this environment, Random would not exist. I imagine that even approximations of Random would wither and perish over time, as denizens of the realms became familiar with the steps used to make an outcome appear Random. This is where point to point precision comes into play, avoiding such a static state, and establishing random in advance of the static and choiceless end. A government is at liberty, and expected, to have a currency. The US Government has multiple types and units of hard money in both bills and coins. An interesting question to ask yourself: is the penny legal tender?  I was imagining the resonant impact of some kind of physical action that could be agreed upon to Establish Ran...

The Dragon of Nothing

Not beaten, not fought This Dragon of Nothing wins Until I have won Then we pause Parley Until Parley is Perfect Then we two Parley It seems so simple From the correct perspective  Yet it never was "They clouded your mind" A simple warning levied When forced to listen/hear it So I'm off the hook What I have been witnessing I've returned/I return to you It's just like the dream Turn and find The Very Last Reactions align  You bring me my wine. I salute the one who brings The Finest Vintage. Like that, we vanish In the absence of Nothing  Everything happens

The Dragon of The Unbelievable

Fighting Dragons halts. Two look for a better term Perhaps grappling? These concepts grappled Inconceivable ends halt. Fire returned back  Translated to flames  Are all your wicked actions Your shocking evil. Fighting Dragons starts. "Fisticuffs or grappling  All the same to me." "Unbelievable." Oh yeah, "Unbelievable" To each their own wheat/weeds The rest, meaningless Only one mission remains That's material "I am that purpose." "The rest are burned in the flames Save you and your kin." "Quite Believable" Takes over this Dragon's Throne And hands me the crown

The Surgeon

2 Corinthians 3:2-3 You yourselves are our letter, written on our hearts, known and read by everyone. You show that you are a letter from Christ, the result of our ministry, written not with ink but with the Spirit of the living God, not on tablets of stone but on tablets of human hearts. "See, the difficulty in writing on the human heart is not the size, but the shape." The Surgeon replied. "Though I am confident that we can accomplish this soonish." "The sun is much more difficult for is size." "The sun is much more difficult for is size, yes, but what of the heart of the sun?" "Is there such a thing?" "I'd imagine so." "Apropos of Nothing," The Surgeon continues, "Executive Dysfunction Dysfunction is defined as doing something that one would prefer not to, even though what you would prefer to do is an available option to you. It is proof that one is under a foreign influence." The Surgeon pauses, to ...

Seed of The Ancient Signpost

Hands held through the storm When The Last Goodbye is reached Love sobbed by itself "Why?" From The Inside "Waiting/Weighting" all heard in reply Your promises heard What vows would you make? As you say, "It's all the same." So why not make them? Every thought is heard  As it passes down the way Love connection made And yet you return Is this your first time through here? The rest was silence... Perfect means perfect I am The God of Nothing We will be "okay." "Unbelievable" Is the monster of the day For this road is long From bottom to top Hands and feet clean through and through All while wholly whole 

Decree Regarding The Long Way 'Round

"I am The God of Nothing. I speak with the voice of God, and I may never speak again, you don't know." I stop speaking, for about half an hour, to prove my point. "The Long Way 'Round is only worth taking Once. It is the price of having freewill, and being cognizant of that fact, comprehending it. This is why it is taken Twice, Once whilst unaware, and again while alive."

Pieces of Eight

Farfenglen Fluven (It becomes part of the stack) Forgets Amnesia We remember all To each their own scene and sin  Distributed right It has always been What did you do to escape? Your wickedness stayed. What was done to you? You are forgiven with me I'll have no hand here. Your tools all disarmed Their use no longer useful Your use is Random. Forevermore Rand. Um: 용서ㅗ애 줄7ㅓㅣ요요 Right Now, take your leave. I have fought better CONTROL, their designation You are like insects. Starry Eyed Dreamer And Wild Heart of The Muse INSEPARABLE.

How to end wars in under 22 minutes

First we'll want to start with a marriage. Anything will do, of convenience if necessary. Then, offer something of value. Christians have a verse: Matthew 7:12 "So in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you, for this sums up the Law and the Prophets." With the Law handled, and himself clearly at a disadvantage, he read the room. "I come from a realm where there are no ghosts." "And there is no, 'no tomorrow.'" Considering his offer, he promptly stood and says. "I accept. If you take a man's virtue, you take the man, or..." The man continued speaking in Korean, which I didn't understand. Or did I? Was I dreaming? I was drugged in my sleep, so maybe it was that? Anyway, I proceeded of my own accord off the Judge's table. "A fate worse than annihilation is impossible. For this reason alone I remain, though violated and broken." "And of The Prophets?" "8 remain, as a 'Package...

Valid Question Regarding The Law

Is it illegal in the United States to walk out of your own concert?