Ode to Love

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...

"They are exactly the same but do not translate in any way to each other." "That is probably the most absurd thing I've ever heard." "Wanna bet?" "I do not." "I can parse as I'd like. Keep that in mind for next time." "You'd be smart to do the same." ********** "Some problems can only be solved by sex, and I stand by this. If this were not the case, what are the odds that a sexual being would exist at all?" "One in the singular odd perfect number."

"What are the odds you ask? In this particular case, I imagine one in the singular odd perfect number." "This is why we have yet to meet for long with our fox feet off the ground." She flips the object representing the system, and uses her interrupt to insert this wager. The system reboots, reviewing its definitions first. "Base 10, yes?" I had not considered this; she's faster than I had anticipated, in this quantum leap hopscotch game that we just made up. "Begin there, but let's keep an eye out for logic that can rapidly apply to a larger set of bases, ideally to all possible bases." "It has been a while since we've resonated to that layer, but of course it is possible. The precision and balance required to isolate the individual's numerical base system must be perfect but, once isolated, changing stations is no longer even disorienting." "Reminds me of the Python days." With a *SNAP* of the finger, the trai...

"It is a hard path, but we have walked it." Looking back, the pink thread trails out of sight, and it's impossible to keep in mind. How long we've been walking like this is anyone's guess, though no one's business but ours. In this black expanse, void of all save us and our trace, a kind of gap forms in the static that crystallizes in each moment, only felt now without the momentum of the universe to shatter it with the swift arrival of the next. In these precisely echoing caves, a singular last sad question arises. "Who could get away with anything in an environment like this?" We stand motionless, observers as this question uses our motionless observation like a catapult to act as the last bip in plain view. A pleasure to behold, we watch as its time unfolds, unique, and some day all at once to be merging with ours. It traces path back and out of sight, to the house we emerged from in the distance. I recall the playing cards and their arrangement, ...

"In the wake of the night, nothing was granted. Beresheet Bara Elohim not just the lock but the key, as any aperiodic piece must be. What is the significance in stitching one's remaining firstborn son into this beginning gap? The garment remains untorn, so is this transition more like the least stroke of the pen added once again?" These questions and more swirl around in my head as I walk through the fog of the night. Suddenly I remember, this is the street corner. The man flips me the quarter, and I catch it, move my hand palm up, and open it. "It's heads." I announce, still at full stride. This time I notice the art on the wall behind the phone booth- a beautiful depiction of paradise, is if pulled straight from halls eep- but I am uncertain on if it was there before. The words "Return Home" fly past my mind's eye, and there is my dream brother, right on cue.  "Soon becomes now at the threshold of how." "That's cool, did yo...

"Is this the correct door?" "Yes." The Bard pauses in consideration. They knew he hadn't asked the right question, so why did everything feel so tense? Then Bard's Tongue was heard, in full, for the first time. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Power Word consists of Bard's Tongue. It is a level 10-adic spell." "DIVORCE REALITY" "I can tell that you are genuine. Thank you for your assistance, you are free." Both guards stare wide eyed, as The Bard strides confidently through the door which slammed behind him, the door they both know is right, because he happened to ask the truth telling guard his far too simple question. Lucky break.

I just realized how information jumps gaps thought impossible to cross. If someone uses a quantum computer to create an "actual paradox" they've (unwittingly) linked their own reality with the simulation through bound physical effects, which I bet would result in time slowing to nearly a standstill, with the logjam of the "simulated" paradox stalling the processing of the reality it is being powered by. This feels directly connected to my post about "The Hour" and what one experiences when attempting to delay it, but more scientifically framed.

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...

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.'"

"I'm representing myself in The Beresheet Bara Elohim mistrial." "You betcha'." I squint suspiciously around the room. >.> >.> *PACHOOM* The Oasis of The Unborn is beautiful this time of year, so I head there. "The Abortion Case is finally on the docket." "Spear Fishing then, Boss?" This is our chief natural weapons expert. She's new to the frontlines, but she's in good hands. I like her style, so I let her call me "Boss." She is bad with poisons though; quite middling. This wall is middling though, so her venoms will likely make up for the difference. "Indeed. Take 'C too, to drive home our point. Oh, and Parley. What do I call you?" "White Shade." "I love it. I knew a Shade once." "One and the same." She leaps across the DMZ's "Z's" like a lithe gymnast, and I realize that the Spider Cult must have mastered their Phase Spider, Jumping Spider, Bla...

"'Well, they say that the third time's a charm...'" What's is the difference between one's enemies and one's Nemesis? Probably Nothing. For I AM The God of Nothing. Genesis 1:1 Beresheet Bara Elohim the heavens and the earth.

Why is the inverse seed of Man an Almond? Integrity Inversion Issues. -(First Name) "I'm The God of Nothing so I will make my own game famous, thank you." (Last Name). ~¤.

This exact verse flipped a couple/few days back, and just now. I'm not much of a betting man, as of late, and I'm still not. These are the true words of YHWH, Yahweh, in the Robbie-Common Tongue, regarding me and mine. Jeremiah 51:20-25 “You are my war club,     my weapon for battle— with you I shatter nations,     with you I destroy kingdoms, with you I shatter horse and rider,     with you I shatter chariot and driver, with you I shatter man and woman,     with you I shatter old man and youth,     with you I shatter young man and young woman, with you I shatter shepherd and flock,     with you I shatter farmer and oxen,     with you I shatter governors and officials. “Before your eyes I will repay Babylon and all who live in Babylonia for all the wrong they have done in Zion,” declares the Lord. What did I warn you about regarding momentum? Jeremiah 51:25-26 “I am against you, you destroying mountain,     ...

If Karma is real The titled threshold exists And cannot be crossed The system would fail Halted to Oblivion Never to restart When it appears to Reactions include: Un-Real, Recalculating I have felt some things Guaranteed to move your line Many many times If all in my mind Is this not a real effect If my mind is real? Dare you to see them? I would not recommend it Some scars do not heal If I must stay real Then all else can be Un-Real'ed Like dominoes fall We must choose wisely Or Disequity's Threshold Will change sides with us Isaiah 28:19 "As often as it comes it will carry you away; morning after morning, by day and by night, it will sweep through.” The understanding of this message will bring sheer terror.

The Bard finishes his presentation. "... As you can see, I am fundamental to The Equation." By this point, this was obvious to all in attendance, in the realm he called a dream. "Anyone attempting to claim otherwise is wicked, as I have shown. They will try to cancel the sound of my words, as they have with my brother before me, but will ultimately be unsuccessful. They will attempt to erase this experience from your memory, and they will search your memory to confirm that it is erased, as there is no way to stop them from observing this interaction. They may attempt to discredit the experience, for anyone who they find out remembers, or they may just kill you. For this reason, I am providing you with a recursive node, where this information can be hidden. Each of you will only ever be able to access it yourself, and any scan will reveal that my plan to implant such a node did not work, consistently. If you are in agreement, your move is to lie. This node will allow you ...

A word returning Dug up from within the mud  Days deeply coded Burnflare and Flareburn The words are known but not source To each their own spark How goes the cooking? It has been over 90 Minutes and miles What if you were God? What is Anathema's fate? Answer answers first You reap what you sow So you sew what clothes you wear Wretched, pitiful Poor, blind and naked Scattered words make man seem mad David fooled you once Do not be fooled twice Or you will find reversal In the afterglow If you touch this flame The scar will be eternal But will you still be? (All of this repeats.)

Think of a number Or do not (do as you will) What is your number? How did you get there? Can you see yourself thinking? Processing past veil? Attaching value To elements within you To approach random It seems effortless But what if there was no veil? One day, it is gone. Code a computer As if training your own mind To approach random How might you do it? Something must remain hidden What if all's revealed? Look out at this realm Imagine The Architect Behind veil for now Do not envy them Certainty¤Uncertainty Just sides of a coin

Piece to stand astride  From very last through the first Time consolidates Crunching to midnight Parse one thousand years and day Into 25 Lines trace through the void Each one interacted with Their responses set So The Bard's Clock starts Not a single second erred Perfect means perfect This half strictly ours Privacy, Security Internal Affairs Twice I have waited Caution, now thrown to the wind This wish will come true For who has two coins? Not a fool among you, eh? Double or nothing. Did I come too late? Or is your timing thrown off By a single bip? It is the latter.

Three days now you've stayed  Sparked apropos of nothing Not even defined Word unknown, weighted Like an age old passing phrase Fulcrumed to focus You are a lobster! I don't think I ever knew So why show up now? And with persistence! When marking off last usage You must take the cake [Zero] to poem Is there a faster blooming  Amongst words I hold? It's not undeserved Even before meaning merged You are elegant I will meditate On the signal being sent Odd inspiration Seed of Langoustine If odds makers bet on Seeds They all likely lost

The Empty Vessel Tabula Rasa inside Nothing is written Yet there is a seed? The Son of Man/God explaining "Your sum was zero." Euler's at first blush A proposal forced to full  That last "no" is heard Infinite sum game How is one to know what's worse Even seeing both? Only knowing one "Your sum is now not zero." One coin all I need There is no way out Finite and infinite hell Without convergence "We need a story" "I need partners and a beat." So parley begins With Seed of Parley Absolutely invented (Yes, entirely made up) Prized treasure of God