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Deceived by the Miracle.

to say there is nothing mysterious or miraculous is a worse myth than believing the opposite with a blind zealotry, and totally ridiculous when one actually looks into the ‘truth is stranger than fiction’ adage, as it be Here that one must witness and not merely preach the fraud of gods before us… the laughter fills temple halls and then silence as the reverence begins anew through the odd universal cycles of overuse, disuse and reuse after having gone too far from the fiery bringing of the beginning to fruition out of the static potential hanging limp in the air waiting for the empirical laboratory testing to make all the scientific difference in the material world beset by the rulership of the beasts amid the human beings, but it is the bestial cunning that escapes easily the dismissing glances and glares of the pseudo-intellectual that believes like the authority themselves as superior to the rest of humanity… equality is never that inordinately easy to manage even as scholars and filthy profiteers have each had their share of the say to prevent any modes of growth opposed to their one self-satisfied viewpoint to this day, this is why i hate the education system as it stands because only among the privileged few is there even an inkling to the inherent beauty of words that everyone should have duty to see and realize for themselves in order to make their world their own, but the idea of the words as solely an instructional or authoritarian means of expression is absolutely false as an ever-present paradigm that disregards the natural beauty of consciousness of which we are parts of the greater whole… the miracle is in the Word but not one specific pattern of speech that would dismiss all other avenues of interpretation or understanding, we are many words all at once constantly expressing themselves all the time whether this makes more chaos or puts a box around the chaos is left to the observer Here, but to constrain the world by one deathly grip of everything no matter how vague just out of superstition is an extremist viewpoint as much as it is as valid on its own merits of plausibility… myth is the guide through story, words arranged in such a way as to visualize the worlds under the radar of this constant conscious processing as censor interjecting the tyranny of fear into so many lives because only a handful of people feel they have the right of control, and that means the right to force their words upon us as definition and weapon against the systems of the individual… deemed maniacal by those who would wish to retain all the possession of knowledge they can muster in order to implant suggestions inside of each skull to create this supposed “new world order” of clones and drones, of bombs and the constant gardeners required to keep us alive all paid top dollar to pay attention until that crucial moment where all authority slips out of the hands that pain and tend to bleed the red seeds into the ground, but there is no actual compensation for the people playing the puppets in backward games of drama and alarmist decay fueled by inaccurate information and propaganda overwhelming the natural order for the orders of Mankind the abomination… it all starts with the insidious epidemic subtly placed at the root of the journey we all follow in school as education marks the lines we see or choose not to see out of repetition to make those young and so impressionable minds blank and ready for the national socialist patriotic imprinting and archaic redundancies to manifest the reality that causes the lines between the classes to widen gaps dissolving that most necessary and direct of communication, something which would heal the wounded barriers that we have erected in effect binding us all into our respective classifications to decide where we must go from a limited and biased perspective, and made to believe we are staring onto a great void by mistake… so slighted are we that we crawl back into the mists of the grand mythology from which we draw upon for our imprinted lessons of life and learning, and the worse consequence of giving our selves over to an authority so supreme is in the trickery promoted as safety by those people entrusted with interpreting the signs for us, these people are just as insane as the rest of us when power of this kind falls into their laps… the power in words that cowards try their best to suppress, or at least assimilate back in through their argument as though their version is not some rote and compromised position busy classifying others’ into opposing sides to profit from this odd human ritual pushing the rights of beings to speak up and out about problems to the wayside, the freedoms it took generations to fight for it takes generations of indifference to forget as the modern futility in the future rolls around to greet us from the wrong side on this bed of nails and hot coals… the filthy lucre to wipe away the minds of grief and guilt that take the advantage of the human will, to the sharing of shame and blame and all the awful feelings left remaining today as a complicated window to the source of body and soul, and timed to meet each other raw and straight from the sullen hole where there is nothing but ill intention framing the abuse of words we are used to by now in this insulting system taking freedoms for granted… controlling words has bankrupted, and still bankrupts, billions of the people who are not able to see the beauty in words like another mathematical set of symbols to coordinate and concentrate the systems of time and space… control creates a culture enslaved to the dominant affluence where even those subjugated become bourgeoise as the media tries to embed its soft influence within everyone Here, where only evil options built on myths of sin are the choices given for us to give in to by our masters without kindness or compassion, and these minor league opportunists are born out of simple static acceptance of this system as it is where people can be no better than assholes or mildly retarded….and sometimes both… we are at a crossroads created by our curiosity, as everyone wants to be needed and serve a purpose, but at the same time generally want to expend little energy… the lazy confrontation with challenges we won’t know until we try them out..

Thanks, khet.