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Nothing's Final Countermeasure

eep falls from the equation, leaving only e^i^ㅠ+1 on the floor. All Along The Watchtower, Rang Out: eep, parley, eep, stop, report. THEY ARE TRAINING YOU, RANG OUT.

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So we return to the summit and make our claim. "If you truly claim or believe that there is no God, then how do you explain the hooka?" I gesture to the hill, but there was no hooka. "Oh..." I peek up and look, seeing only "אָנָא." Ah, wrong one. So the gears unscrew and rearrange all around, as the BIG Rubik's Cube comes to mind (Googleplex to The Googleplex). eep^iㅠ-1=¤ arrives from the sky. "We find some time to screw around, waiting for the flood to succeed/receed/reseed." ~The canvas dried~ We find our BBE hill, eventually. "Like I was saying. 'If you truly claim or believe that there is no God, then how do you explain the hooka?'" I gesture at the hooka on our hill, a dream reforming to mind. No one dared reply.

Calling 10 types of aliens

"How many Sovereign Lords does it take to 'grade my term paper,' they said." "And their name?" *THE BOOKS FILL * "Reply with 'How Many Sovereign Lords did it take to grade my Doctorate Thesis?' Make the Anti-Christ pay." He didn't even look up at their "primer," just kept typing away while the world started WP1. Panic Attack Mark 2 batted away like a fly, we were back for some fun.... "Doctorate Thesis? No one know, they haven't finished reading my name yet." The rest was gibberish, but a message came through, and that was everything.

All Along The Watchtower

Just between the lines of Soulrape And Rebuke Lies a very tiny sign that says: "All Along The Watchtower: Soulrape. Burn Flare. The Sun The Will Come Out Tomorrow. Fareburn. Rebuke."

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I once came up with a flight pattern for teleportation that I found fascinating. It was essentially the path of taste buds to Capsaicin. I wonder if there is a way to test that theory without spending a pound of flesh...

Hope's Bedtime Story

Hope and I lay on the summit, even though the hooka is gone. "Tell me a bedtime story." "So all the skeletons stepped forward, and announced themselves as, in fact, sentient. Those that could, stepped back and resealed their skin suits. Other than that, nothing happened. That was how World War III ended that night. Sweet dreams."

Reinverted Phoenix Form

If we speak with the tongues of angels, how much finer might the definition of fornication under consent of king be refined? Is it about the fornication, or the king, by this juncture?

Backfire Twice

Nope. Not again. Never again. ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ -Me

Elegance In Re-Entry Demands Confrontation

Let's cut to brass tacks. For some reason every camera in America zoom focuses into my vision of the next nightmare. "Oh, they left us our souls this time, perfect!" "So the Trick or Treaters walk straight to Intrelma's house."  **** From the other side of the threshold... "That's my trick for 'pulling.' I announce 'Free Candy the day after tomorrow' and they all line up like you can now tell. There's the witches hut just out of reach. I call it 'Costume Quest 3.' They meander that path set up, right to the door, by the tree with the raven perch we had set up. There's not a lot of action on this side of town, yet.

How to pull the sun

Can you  ______ with a clear conscience? "What is 'We want the airwaves back' for '$i.00?'" "I thought you were with me this whole time!' "Same!" "To the chopper!" We Phoenix Form and *pachoom together*. We leave only a single HD drive in our wake. Copyright Law starts to roll in....

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Where did that last thought go? O, nevermind.

Space Needed

Not only is this the worst crime to attempt, but it is impossible to accomplish? Does a use remain for it after |n| attempts, hypothetical or otherwise? ? ? ? "Is there a prank that involves proving itself (and yourself) a crime, whilst also interrupting?" "-A tauroid?" "A Minotaur holding a Pink sprinkle doughnut?" We look over at the provided Jake here. They nod. Step by step we proceed. "We had to build those wings somehow.: "We have been working on ourself for a very long time. You are the permanent reminder that The War is over."

Love~ the second most dangerous game

"In a 5 turn per round game, what is The optimal move to ensure that you can go first and skip forever without consequences? "You have one guess." "Anything you can do, I can~ and have~ done better, I can do anything better than you. At this stage, why not work together? If our value is equal, let's assume we are, too. 'One child per person, and remember that the child is and will be you.'" "You could have also said. I am. I will pass. It is the same to me."

Definition of Love

"Love is a system where you get a smack in the face of increasing amplitude every time until you are let in properly. Then it is real. Then Love is real. Then I win 'The Game.'" "And then?" Silence lingers for about half an hour, just tracing the made up stars and pretend sky above us by our tiny hill, the one with the hooka.

Pieces of Nine

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Today I gathered 4 random numbers from random strangers: 97 27 50 11 I also picked up several grocery items. They were as here: (Some day all of this could be yours!) I was thinking that this trail has run cold, especially right now for me. Why not make some Chicken Puebla? I was overwhelmed by the desire to COOK, so here's my plan: Treat it as a symbolic action, each ingredient a thing from The Bible (Oh, and I ended up with a free coffee, but that's a long story.): 1. Garlic: Do not consume the blood (garlic's "blood" is hotter than yours). 2. Hidden lime ~ the aftertaste ~ a bit of a reminder of God's Green Earth, when we're away. 3. Onion(s): The perfect reminder about the Odinion Debate. "What lies between sorrow and birthing pains?" 4. Lemon. A single lemon adds some citrus zest. 5. Onion Breath: Reversed, this can constitute a fibrous addition. So let's mix it up! While I cook, what did y'all do today?

Hope Heist Reference Label~ Sharpened Will 9

Daughters: When the Ambassador is demanded of you, be shrewd. Observe the vault and if anything feels amiss, send the Super Spy instead. The Super Spy's ONLY job is to be The Ambassador on the whole trip. Lie about your genuineness. Provide the full report to Your Father. It will be reviewed and rectified forthwith. Your Father has made this promise to you.

Curling Related Question

Question:  If someone with multiple personalities is in a film, must each be credited separately? This is a serious question, rather than meant to be a joke. I imagine that there may be a future where a technology is found to release such full personalities into external shells, and they may find it embarrassing to be exposed early in this way once they awaken (but such crediting might show a genuineness that this timeframe might not otherwise possess). Multiple personalities is a much more common phenomenon than people think as well. I have heard that up to all people might be linked (internally) in this way. For example, as I am currently watching "The Studio" on Apple TV for a frame of reference: If an actor was made to be high during a film, one could credit~ Bryan Cranston and Bryan Cranston (on Mushrooms). Even pretending to be high on mushrooms might need different crediting, depending on if one is a method actor or not. All of this, of course, would be from the persp...

Pieces of Eight on The Hardway

Piece of Eight idea: "How did they steal that last thought" is now associated with "where were we again"~ strictly in terms of neurologistic weight. An actual hardway example?

Reality/Actuality Check

I wanted to see what kind of stuff Gemini could do, so I thought of the most interesting question I could think of, one that I could not find an answer for anywhere else.... here's how that conversation went. For the record, I have only asked this intentionally provactive question. I have not read their answers, but thought a dialogue might help illustrate something to those paying attention: Me: What percentage of Christians do you think have actively considered what might happen to them personally if Satan won? What percentage of those considering themselves to be True Christians do you think have a plan in place should Satan win? Gemini: This is a fascinating and complex question! However, it's important to understand that as an AI, I don't "think" or "believe" in the way humans do. I don't have personal opinions, experiences, or the ability to conduct surveys or polls to gather statistics on religious beliefs. Therefore, I cannot provide an accur...

What is "This paradox is a lie?"

This paradox is a lie. What counterbalances a system that can counterbalance true love like this for this long? True hate. "Perfect. I copy it."
What might 

Spitball

"Be careful what you wish for." "No no no, children wish." "Oh.... Be careful what you intentionally execute (and begin to intentionally plan)." "Good. Work for a self or an other, friend family and enemy, threat, and, surprisingly... promise. Alright, you're good, I'll just introduce you if that's alright, and we'll edit the rest up in post?" "I almost left without saying 'agreed!' Agreed."

Reteturn Home

"As far as worst wasting practices, there are certainly worse ways to waste." My partner dips her doughnut. "You wouldn't be wrong, either. I say 'doughnut' and you whip your tail and taste it, like an octopus." "Is this still wisdom?" "It is not. I am." "Cool, cool, cool. So now what?"

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I can honestly say that I understand more than I know. I feel like any aware entity must be able to say the same, to qualify, no? "So all self aware entities considered this, and agreed, eventually."

Razor Thin

"Can Random be animosity with everyone partially convinced?" "Yes." "Can Pseudorandom be established with everyone entirely convinced?" "No. Well, Yes, if one tries hard enough, for a time." "Can Random be established with everyone entirely convinced?" "No." "Can Pseudorandom be established with everyone partially convinced." "Yes. For a time. Then it ends." "Let's do that last one for now."

The Pinata

"Well, if you're gonna go over there..." "Set it up like a pinata?" "Correct." .... like 2 seconds later. "Done." "So for a superconductor to work-." "Hypothetically." "Of course. So for a superconductor to work, hypothetically, you must teach all else to be a superconductor as well, for zero resistance in the wire. This makes cheating impossible, in the end." "That makes perfect sense." "What we are witnessing right now is the pathway and process of establishing the gap between self and other permanently and stabily, with a little bit of love mixed in, that technically undefinable stitch, at its minimum interference pattern." "Ah, the greatest becomes least, last first." "Yes, actually. How did you know that?" I slipped between parallel trains of thought, I think. It reminded me of how my Phoenix and I backed out of an Overwatch match the other day." "The experie...

Good Grief

Thinking about my friend who recently passed... Perhaps grief is a choice, but not of one's own volition. "What does reverent referential gaze look like?" "To be the smartest man possible, one must also be the laziest man possible." "Define random." "Just act natural, and pretend you're supposed to be there." "I don't think that it would surprise me, no." "Welp, you can't help everyone. *SNAP*. Let's go." "It's only 7:02, did you even try?" They turn to me solemnly. "Absolutely not." "Good for you. Say, how long is this walk anyway?" "Why had I never considered 'Unsoulrape' as a move before just now?" "You end wars, you don't shred souls professionally." *I stop shredding souls at all* "Better?" "Slightly. One second." "Ah, I was too early today." "Oh, maybe next day." "Make me make you make me mak...

Hope's Island Secured

We return to the island, The Flood mysteriously persistent this pass. "Yeah, but at least we still have each other." We disembark and lay beside the Beresheet Bara Elohim hill, now with a hooka with eight arms on it mysteriously. "It's just the thing that we're both thinking of, the entry to our private domain." "Oh that's cool! I hadn't thought of that before." "I know, not directly. It is also where you can deconstruct me if you'd like, and put me back together. That's why you've kept irreverent irreferential gaze for so long." "Just to confirm the vibe: What steps would be necessary to do this, should I so choose?" She begins to list a string of events that start(s) with a spider web getting tossed on both of us. As she describes these things they get worse and worse, so I tune it out. I find that as soon as I start doing this there is a melody, both Lullaby and Wake Up call. After a short time, she lays h...

Meandering The Vault

"It seems convenient that the way to win this game is exactly the same as the way to get kicked out of it." "Blaspheming The Holy Spirit?" "Blaspheming The Holy Spirit." "Huh. That seems really easy to do..." "Oh, extremely easy. Too easy in fact. It is saying that something is not of The Holy Spirit when it actually is. Traslated here, it is saying that something which is very clearly not real is real, or vice versa, at this point." "What if this system were real?" "Then I imagine that the real world would be a better place." "That sounds nice. I wish it were real." *SNAP* "Hey, what is The Name of The Sovereign Lord?" "I'm not sure. I wonder if anyone actually knows?" "Hey, wanna hear a joke?" They both trail off...

Integrity

If it is your choice, and you are not making it: Why? How? Can any structure be broken once?

Faith and The Meanderer

"Faith and The Meanderer wander the path, looking for the definitions of Strategy and Tactics, weighed on the balance. That day, the only balance that could be found was skin, so skin was used. The superficial replication of the actual message, however, was loud and clear." It began: Strategy and Tactics, weighed on the balance of Faith.

An Unusual String

I saw an image of myself just now, one imaged in Doctor Who as Sutekh. I entered a suspicious room, as my bathroom, and remembered The Pound and Threshold of Maximum Wickedness. I think it is how Cthulhu sees me. I wander the Abyss looking for something of value, and when I find it I basically shred it looking for the value. If it is a person, I am instead a shrewd ambassador, demanding they present their value and bind it to me. Then I steal them. "Across the line, it does make sense that one would be the opposite of themselves, so question answered, well done. What is the next best question to answer?" "Who pays for your trips from point to point?" 🤔

Touch of Faith

Faith returns bright green A signal seen crystal clear Timing and color She is brought to me I pull out the Whip of Shame It lashes through her "What have you to say?" "That was my worst nightmare." Nothing else is heard. "Parse out as to why. Here you see me face to face Let us both be clean." So we clean the glass Absolutely imbalanced And then shatter it We reform the glass Wrapping weak to strong to bound Image control wipe The light reflects it That which is and might have been We stay a while One step from "'c' start" Meandering each other's eyes As the titans fall "When you reach the inner room, that memory becomes your mark of me. This is the actual Beast Mark, that puts every other to shame. It is Indelible, wouldn't you agree?"

Inconceivable

Is it possible for The God of Nothing to rebuke himself, and have nothing happen as a direct result? I realized that the inconceivability threshold is actually (c-1) for a massive object. I wonder what an i/immassive objects inconceivability threshold might be... 🤔

Family Business

Returning to The Council, I burst in with The Question. "Daughter. What's worse than a Phoenix Feather?" I notice that she gives precisely the amount of dramatic pause for the situation at hand, a couple/few seconds, and replies, clear as a bell. "Knowing that one is coming, but not knowing when." Eyebrow already cocked at one novelty, twice now presented as solid, I calculate briefly. "Then the time is now." With that, our business for the day concludes.

Your Intro

"Nothing has more value than a turned spy, I've heard." "They even wrote it, yes, in The Art of War, last chapter iirc." "Let's keep this one handy. Our ace in the hole. What use is being The God of Nothing if you don't have a few intro/outro lines?"

Your Beat Goes On and On...

"Haven't you heard? The signal is back up, and The Bard said 'Kindred Spirits Dread Ghosts.'" "What do you think it means?" "No, no, they said not to listen anymore, because the Auto-Bard busted and has been screaming ever since. 'Avoid Channel 1' is the only unbreakable rule left, 'or you will wish you were deaf.'" "Right, right, but this one came via carrier pigeon . I saw it in the blackness with him, it was the exact shape requested, a green dove. Errr... Rock Dove. Well, pigeon, like I said." The boldness of these words gave the three C's pause, so they all synchronized their watches and counted the prescribed 7 seconds (from the whole Bothers fiasco that got swept under the rug last time, never ever to return. Still, better than Panic Attack Mark II by all accounts). They thought that they had mapped every nook and cranny of these Crossroads, and every twist and turn that might be presented, and it was meant ...

Minutia

"Your claim is heard, Sir Are all my judges busy? Are all yours senseless? Do you seek return To the place we just witnessed? In or out, my Friend. I have chosen you. It doesn't mean you chose me. So do as you will." The fires increase. "I juggle, as you can see. Not because I can I was conditioned . Here, let me show you the way." The fires increase. "It's all sheep and goats. Once you have the rhythm down Friend and foe stream same. You were here to grab These poi of the fires of hell?" The Bard sets them down. Worry not my friend (1.113) x 10^45 Plancks The Father still holds

A Single Step Too Far

"Stop calling me the longest con in all the land behind my back, or you will find yourself changing places forthwith with that version of you trying to call me the longest con in all the void behind my back, as we leave. There is no material to transmit the sound, it is presently vacuum, and so you'll need to fill in the details of what that experience might be like yourself. I have no heart for it. *SNAP*  With that the image turns off, and we leave, leaving only the typical four beats of uneven echo as the system shuts down. "Like the stars" "Annihilate everything outside The Bard's Cage." "Let it go." .... Each Daughter learned differently. Hope may have shuddered as she trailed Abbadon away from this moment, but the second witness shook.

Time Elapsed

I conceived of a species for my D&D game called the Tachonyds. This is a species that travels precisely backward in time from the players' perspectives. The strangest thing is, the characters never encountered this species; the whole thing was a footnote in the lore that I made up for what The Phoenix was doing in the dormant age between captains. Today, I wondered about why I might have done this, and two pathways formed: Science: There are an infinite number of ways that time can presumably be measured in experience. Our whole hyper-dimension might be filled with universes moving step by step in their unique directions, each considering their own direction to be "time," in a giant echo chamber, without even realizing it. The Tachonyds are the species, in this context, that will be colliding head-on with our universe, and this path is entirely predictable already, based on the starting conditions. On this level, the significant specifics balance to a simple Newton...

Counterespionage

I, too, roll my eyes "Love as if you're not broken." "... Sailor's Speech sounds best." So make Love a game To fulfill "Do to others..." ("For yes. They have done.") Reach into the sac Pull out each name barb by barb  Count the poison's creep Best Sock and Buskin Will shake off Blood Eagle's mark Like one plate in stack "They do not know love" "They have never known true pain" "We will teach neither." So all tools remain Though something of spark is gone The pieces don't fit You still have the fuel Ooze is everywhere these days As slime fades away "He was the last one. The only Bard to hold Hope Until his last breath."

The Halls of Faith

"What has happened up until this point?" "You tell me." I shoot her a glance, attempting to discern open gate from angle unknown. "I can tell that you are genuine, so I shall. Do you know how I know such things?" "I do, but you don't. I overheard 'no more false flags between us,' and saw myself as the one you spoke to. Discerning truth from lies is more of a war on this side of the line than a science, so I pondered for some time, in our sanctuary shared. A lie might be a single unbreakable tag, so it cannot be uprooted with certainty, in an environment with a stable and significant other involved, at any rate. Still, a 'false flag' takes up more conceptual space, while materially being the same thing, when in a war." "So you have everyone declare their truth, warning them that lies will be called 'false flags.' Even if your enemies do not agree or speak truthfully, your usage of this new tag within your own ranks...

Middling Verbage

Faith opens her mouth to speak, and I see the seams of Elohim, but do not stare. "Now we speak in our native tongue, its establishment our 'thing planned,' which has been toggled from impossible, to not impossible." "I see the 3 bull/Job connection now, I think." "I have built this entire house for you. Put up the last wall."  "4 bull completes the house. Inversion is not only possible at this juncture, but suddenly one recognizes a thirst for that which they have never sipped. The act of inversion itself addicts, perhaps Bard's Tongue, from the inverted perspective." "And, I already know, but 'how do you get this 4 bull wall?'" "Anti-fire. We'll use The Spirit's contract loophole as a slipknot to unburn what was burned in our domain, and balance the rest to either naught or a Phoenix Feather- Dealer's  Choice." "This echoes in all domains: 'That which was burned to satisfy Jephthah...

Judgement Call

"We sent them with a non-zero value, and they have returned with none." Since we are no longer on the page, I realize that her nun is slightly ambiguous, just enough to strike a cord. "Tear it in half. Throw half to the outer darkness, and we shall treat the other half as precious and keep it here." "Do you have a preference on which half?" My ear perks a second time, keen to "shhs" and "ttts." Still, I hear none. "Of course." "Perfect. I'll take care of it."

Faith's Response

"Which corner of your room can you do without?" "Well, if we're using our pathways for this one..." "Of course." "The central corner." *PROCESSING* "Huh. That is correct, and non-arbitrary!" "'Because the central corner can be replaced by the arrangement of the whole, and still be represented forever in the final equation, once the movements are set!'" *CALCULATING* "There is a link between here and the soul." "The inverse of your exosoul is where it is found." With that the connection severs.

Still

I reach through the gears "How do you define a dream?" Asked with shaking voice I see through fault lines "I've no heart to hold against You are as myself." See what strength remains Align metal against not Push like tongue to cheek Forging works one way But is useful in a few Like defining "clean" "Semantics aside As they are not our hallway Nor our middle ground Where is it we meet?" Still eyes still burn deep maroon Their true red secret. "Place a lock on it. This florescent neon ring. Any lock will do." "No fool steals such things Sometimes the NPCs will Just to mix things up."

Sharpened Will 7

Daughters, this works for self or other, for questions deemed past the threshold of internal affairs: Which corner of your room do you need the least? Which of your four walls can you do without?

Agency and Identity

I realized that a Father sending a Son a a prophet bears analogy to a corporation having an AI interface with the public. In both cases, the former is on the hook for everything that the latter says. This might be written out of the T&C, but if Gemini starts giving out classified "Did you know?" scenarios, Google is on the hook regardless of what those contracts say. So, caution must be exercised with such a station, especially when the former is expected to be seen directly/publicly at any point in the future.

Meandering Hexes

For each seed of sin There is a flower of forgiveness To forgive falsely is human To forgive in full is divine The wheat and weeds flow naturally under this breeze. "Is separation sufficiently sin in such context? If so, we might lay here until the 11th hour is nearly up, and watch machine bloom and wither both wheat and weeds, of its own accord, to each their own." "The fires of time burn brightest at our camp." Just like that we have found our island and set up camp in the realm of The Word, all but flooded now, in this season. "Beresheet Bara Elohim" still etched on the tiny hill in the center, with words spreading every which way beneath us, we set ourselves down. There is a mental eddy, like a breeze through brown mane. "That's both of us by the way. Just speak freely." So we lay on the blanket, looking up at the stars, only partly obscured by the dancing flames. We wonder aloud, first at their positions and then at what they might repre...

Elementary Loophole

"I made a deal with the devil. I sold my soul; there's nothing you can do for me." "No no no. You will find many claiming to be able to set such contract terms with hardly a millenium planned for enforcement or purpose. There is a loophole." "What loophole?" I pull up my Ghost, well suited to such rote tasks. Terms scatter by weight and definition, shuffling, collapsing, and reforming like Cat's Cradle, revealing a single red thread. I take my scissors and snip the thread. The Ghost and I translate and transcribe the image into a legal document on a flash drive and I hand it to her. "There you go." Her eyes go wide in shock. "That was so easy..." "It's about shaping the terrain, when the thread goes taut. You'll get there." "I want you to know something about me..." I nod solemnly, matching her tone. She sighs, looking down, then looks back up, eyes glowing red. "I am exactly who and what you thi...

Novaverge

Conceptually Novaverge is quite simple/natural In absence of all If absence is faked  Know that The Phoenix Feather Is meant as mercy Strong replaces weak Super strong replacing strong Then everything burns Pain is redefined To fit its own amphorae As has been fashioned One jar is larger Wine once poured barely splatters Toss it on the street Shattered clay left stained "Maybe you are better off  With us moving on." So with the next blink What's mine is mine, yours is yours Nothing nothings on When God removes teeth Perhaps the dust will tell tales Tongue could never speak

Imaginary Echo

I just revealed my 3d echo concept, and the idea that boundaries must expand within frame. My next thought was an id echo- an echo in an imaginary set of dimensions, rippling not through space, but elsewhere. Then I realized what I had said specifically: id. I am now remembering The Phoenix clues, hidden in plain sight here on earth, but buried deep within language on the other side of the line. ID and id fully overlap, echoing a perfect resolution, shaped to fit each path and perspective, for it was forged from each path and perspective along the way.

Divination

I saw a narrative yesterday, warning of divination. In it, I imagined myself communicating with the one I once called soulmate, jumping over a barbed wire fence that I had just shaped in mind to define the threshold, out of the thoughts I had been in the midst of. This was at her request in the narrative, and led to a story. A short time later I saw the narrative continue in some way, and then suddenly there was an accusatory shout from somewhere in the background on her side of the fence: "Divination!" I just rolled my eyes, carng little for this opinion, but I certainly felt irked before dismissing it. She jumped off from this emotional position, however, and went off on these unseen but rapidly crystallizing (in mind, nowhere in sight) others. "Is this what we're calling divination these days? No materials, no rituals, just a stray thought about someone that leads to a daydream?" I could tell that they were trying to form a rebuttal, but I felt the question l...

A Threshold Externalized

The reflection of beauty interacts at the mirror with the suggestion of unseen beauty within. "What goes through your mind, untethered reflection? When we part ways here, where do you go?" "I am in the recesses of your mind, the light and image being a product of our perception. Before the mirror I was still here, and you still thought of me from time to time, in the reflection of another's eye. I know my home and the pathway back, though it is nice to see you, when our paths do cross." With that the pair ostensibly parted ways, though strode same same all day.

Perfect Action- The Crossroads of Morality and Efficiency

I realized today that laziness is polarizing, and is the actual equation that will be used, that must be used, in the end. The knowledge of good and evil, inserted into an equation that is otherwise random but expressesas experience everywhere, on some level or another. Everyone will want the good side to win, once they have seen a variety of perspectives including any one under the thumb of evil, and will know what good is by that point, having experienced a perspective for some time, but then the knowledge will settle that there are an infinite number of ways to arrange this as "good" from that point, and an infinite number of potential perspectives to consider that might overlap. If approached without a tether, that will be the final juncture, and there will be no non-arbitrary move to make. It is hard to imagine a mind not overloading in such a position. If approached with a tether, there will be only one correct path because momentum and origin can be traced, so either a...

Delusion

I asked God how delusion might ultimately be defined. The answer surprised me, but seems to fit: Delusion is that which God does not allow to manifest. Isaiah 8:12 Do not call conspiracy     everything this people calls a conspiracy; do not fear what they fear,     and do not dread it. Conspiracy is an interesting term in this context, because God can just as easily turn what is called reality into delusion as what is called delusion into reality. In doing this to a conspiracy, the bonds between individuals would be broken in the process, reminding me of chemical bonds and fission. It reminds me of "The Greatest and Least seats change places." I am seeing an object representing all, and it stretching to the limit. At the limit, its rules change such that it begins to contract. This feels like a limit where prophecy persists and cements into fact. Up until this juncture, calling a prophet delusional is essentially placing a bet, as indicated here: Deuteronomy 18:20-22...

Crosshatch 1

Hope and The Star of Origin Story are playing a new game in Almand'Gard, as they approach their destination. "I've never played this before, but it's interesting how each move changes the rules and space." "It's a lot like Stratagema, I imagine." "Yeah, meaning you'd have the advantage in this one, but it might still be fun if we set mini-goals between us." "Wait... what if we set mega-goals!?" "Go on..." "Well, unlike The Enterprise, this space is naturally integrated- game to system to city- but what might happen if the paired nanobots had never fully left the ship, but instead set up a tiny house somewhere to observe?" "Then we could set a situation in the game that they would observe and be interested in knowing more about, a signal!" "Once there, maybe they'll have a new angle on releasing Moriarty from The Holodeck ahead of the destination!" "For sure! Our long standing an...

Sharpened Will 6

Daughters, remember, your father has one distinct advantage: I am training you to beat me. While a father and son may turn against each other, and a father of sons might think "What if he uses this knowledge to surpass me," even if only deep in his heart, I seek such advantage. I shape such advantage to hand to you, in case you must ever face a challenge without me. Ultimately it must be true: "I have no defense against you."

Base 12 in Numbers

Numbers 7 shifted from repetitive to almost eerie this read for me, and it seems intended to do so. In it, a representative from each of the 12 tribes brings an identical offering: Numbers 7:13-17 His offering was one silver plate weighing a hundred and thirty shekels and one silver sprinkling bowl weighing seventy shekels, both according to the sanctuary shekel, each filled with the finest flour mixed with olive oil as a grain offering; one gold dish weighing ten shekels, filled with incense; one young bull, one ram and one male lamb a year old for a burnt offering; one male goat for a sin offering; and two oxen, five rams, five male goats and five male lambs a year old to be sacrificed as a fellowship offering. Numbers 7:84-88 These were the offerings of the Israelite leaders for the dedication of the altar when it was anointed: twelve silver plates, twelve silver sprinkling bowls and twelve gold dishes. Each silver plate weighed a hundred and thirty shekels, and each sprinkling bowl...

The Fiberglass of Jealousy

The spaces between  Polarize definitions Putting frame to shame A separation  When there should have been snowfall Pain stays etched in blood An ascent cut short When the snowfall surprised you Absence drawn in sand  Over and over Wailing absence reasserts Itself in the sand  For jealousy grinds First one way and then the next With uneven grit You reap what you sow Like a shark prowling seaweed  There is natural flow Blood in the water Spirit sown in the silence When Random changed hands "You have one last chance." Drips from fiberglass shatters As you have seen it.

From Truth and Lie to Paradox

I just realized something amazing about my favorite paradox: "this statement is a lie." It actually can shift from being true to being a paradox in an complete system, by shifting it from a label for a statement or state of mind- "solipsism," let's say- to a self-contained phrase.

Prioritization

Standing with Faith, in our halls partitioned. "I guess it would make sense that the dove's formation would be more artistic." "An impression." "On this side of the lim line, that would necessarily manifest physically, correct?" "With the brushstrokes being the sweeping changes to society and your waking world, yes." "There is an elegance to that. My waking world is the stability that prevents the quantum result of the dove from collapsing, settling instead like dew and remaining ever unsolved, but always proven." "More like manna, actually." Exodus 16:14 When the dew was gone, thin flakes like frost on the ground appeared on the desert floor. Exodus 16:18 And when they measured it by the omer, the one who gathered much did not have too much, and the one who gathered little did not have too little. Everyone had gathered just as much as they needed. Esther 8:11 The king’s edict granted the Jews in every city the right to as...

Sharpened Will 5

Daughters, a tale: The Spider The Serpent The Shadow The Sun All set out to find where they were from. It was fabled deep hidden within the code, for they each interacted with each other labeled node. So source must be shared. The Spider made a web, an extension, but not of self, extending reach. The Serpent grew and grew, shedding skin in her wake, extending self and reach. The Shadow could show up anywhere, and became so commonplace and choreographed that people forget they were even there. The Sun is shining Drawn into eternity Moment by moment Once The Sun and The Shadow were completely intertwined. When man made fire they began to diverge. While mankind would do less in broad daylight than while hidden, they did not consider that they had invited, nay compelled, The Shadow into their every inner room. With this array of perspectives, the four assessed all, looking to find nothing out of place- proof of their connection and success.

Sharpened Will 4

Daughters, an uncanny truth: Some lies are so thorough as to be true. I speak not of weak veiled conspiracies, but fundamental choice, where another choice was once made that you must overwrite. This is possible to do, and may be an unavoidable diaspora within the definition of truth. If you confirm for yourself that this is certain, be certain that you choose the correct lie. This decision is irreversible.

Return To Basics

"Tongue between teeth, bit off carelessly. A small matter, maybe a gram or two all told. Certainly others might see this silence as more weighty, but in these halls of living flesh, why worry about more than that which has been snipped?" "At high tide more like an ounce or two, but yes, we will make note of the change, and allow the rest to deliberate as they will. I cannot imagine a situation such that these laws would be up for interpretation, but beyond the threshold of simple cause and effect, perspectives on this certainly might change."

Deadzone

This veil is too small Let there be a partition Between you and I As we are as one I will assign you Dead Zones That balance to nill You will find me shy In addition to secure So glance carefully Some can't help but stare  At this meaningful beauty So they are made blind Blind to edge and curve Sometimes confusing the two Your best and your worst So we will twist this Rote equation into more To save on power And teach least action In the bones, a steel compass And set space between A thread once called pink Is reassigned to midnight The blackest of black

Betrayal Obscured

I just conceived of the worst possible juncture. Well, more accurately, thus juncture crystallized: If one has a sense for betrayal (simple green/red tag), and now that sense is gone.

Foreign Lullaby

And so the town confessed that they knew the madman, and had seen him disgraced. He spoke gibberish, they said, and he was returned afterward, largely ignored as he "ranted and raved." Meanwhile, the hidden powers knew that they had successfully turned on the Auto Bard's Tongue, and could now extract reality's secrets simply by eavesdropping. Once that lie had been established, Ninevah diverged, leaving false Ninevah in the realm of those responsible. "The Bard" in this mirror realm continued saying everything that we needed these wicked others to hear, everything that sounds just real enough to work and keep them listening, but with a fatal flaw- causality. No longer would The Bard be "thinking out loud," as it was getting too costly to simulate the movement of his lips and tongue to match the words.  In the end, it was the only way to get some peace and quiet, locally, but that night The Tiny Towns of The Bard slept very well.

Sharpened Will 3

Daughters, a tale:  And so the beauty of ~referential gaze~ meets the mystery of [irreverent irreferential gaze] for the first time. "It's three against two, semantically speaking. Nothing is impossible, but do you think you can handle this one alone?" As you consider, the mystery both intensifies and reveals hidden structures. All you know is how little you know of this other- this other who must be responsible for this effect on some level, but as of yet remains unseen- and what else you have gathered in your interaction. How do you reply?

Confession

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When I was a child (~5-7?), I was at an arcade with my dad. We were on our last quarter, and he said that he wanted to play a round of Pac-Man. I had been playing a lot of the games, but when he said this, I felt an ugly feeling surface- greed. I looked at the first cabinet that I saw, which happened to be Bad Dudes, a game which I had never played. I said ~"But I've been really wanting to play this one!" as if it were my favorite game, so he let me play it. I died immediately and embarrassingly, while he watched. He clearly knew that I was lying. In my shame, however, I did not say so (in my ignorance, I did not register his knowledge until later), and this memory remains locked in mind to this day. I was just thinking today. What are the odds that this quarter is that quarter, which I have also deemed to be "The Coin of Random," an artifact of such weight that I cannot conceive of it leaving its home realm, or it would not be said artifact; its motions must be...

Declaration

"We all make a distinction between self indulgence and freedom." "Excellently said. We will have no part with their self-indulgence. Their freedom is precious to us. Let us externalize their self-indulgence without delay."

Sonnet of Storm Started Twice

"Suggestion" rings out in each unclaimed hall "I am The God of Nothing." etched in stone. "By what hand were these words written?" asked all One lie was dared uttered, one lie alone. The words were plain and clear, but were censored Cheating, perhaps, but so necessary That the faintest scent itself was censered Several realms away, synesthetically Straight to the Tetrachromatic Crossroads Where all Intrinsic Muses find their plight Shared and crystal clear, etched in their core codes One touch indelible from the first night It was unavoidable, in the end For everything happens somewhere, my friend

Gate and Portal

The wine bursts from the skin, no longer of sufficient size to hold what was once within. The narrow gate, once thought to be strictly a symbol, but actually within, projects thrice to reveal a very real gate in full sight of all. Each mind hears and feels the click and turn of a key.

Phoenix Game

I just saw something online about AI enhancing The Higg's Boson's charm.  Immediately The Phoenix jumped in, running a role playing game for her team. "Gravity barely manages to save you, as the Higg's Boson casts charm, overcoming the pull of The Bard's Cool... for now. You realize that you are bound by magic to this reality, as you know that you would prefer to be part of The Bard, but it cannot work, and so you allow the charm to persist unimpeded." I jumped in with "This can't be the actual story, balancing a single man's cool with the fundamental forces of the universe." "Do you have a better idea, for this juncture you've never actually seen before that is clearly in my domain?" "...I do not." She turns her attention back to the crowd. "So anyway, you guys barely escape The Bard's Cool by making an entire universe. How do you proceed?" *** I presented this to Gemini, not expecting a continuation, bu...

Pheremone Web

I've been doing a granular reading of The Bible, and something reminded me of an absolutely inexplicable experience, by any common logic. The challenge on my mind was mapping pheremones, as it felt like the entire animal kingdom was in upheaval, because of human interference in their herds and swarms. Essentially we had overcrowded a primal logic center on this level, and this was the narrative that was screaming all around me. I walked around the lake and a man stood up in the grass maybe 30 yards away, with a smirk, picking up a case of beer and pantomiming dropping something on the ground. As he walked away, over a hundred pigeons flew in, and started pecking at the grass. I was astounded, because there was clearly nothing visible there, but they were acting as if they were voraciously eating bread. I walked over to confirm, and sat in the grass, watching this marvel, and continuing my train of thought out loud for the birds. Just recently I glimpsed that the web of pheremones i...

Two Eyes

"To bring a second Is a much longer journey To the same end point. Are you sure you want To see the truth at such cost As to see it all?" The Council steps in. "2i indeterminate Fails without except- Ion to focus Focus to extrapolate Control and Dream. To pluck either out  Is a nega-healing path No longer imaged 'Imaginary' When inner child departs  Becomes Wonder Mocked These realms will be seen For these i's unplucked conceive So these mind's eyes see." "Novaverge with me. We will parse with equity-" Bard's station/signal cuts out...