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‘in the guise of religious upheaval promoted by compact media engines of propaganda material value karma, and we can’t even see the truth waving its ample little hands in front of us like the well-trained puppets we are for those of us that have truly succumb to the bath in mainstream hive-mind functionality and efficiency… the irreplaceable motion of energy from all sides of a pressure difficult to really explain accurately without needing some other lengthy discussions about previous terminology, the lifeless jargon of dead worlds collapsing in on themselves as though the whole house of cards were privileged enough to give way in one dramatic swoop of disbelief, but that is never so simply the case inasmuch as we would want to believe otherwise in our ritualistic behaviors to exploit our future concepts…’
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‘the mockery of our tribe comes so naturally as to parody the absolute sense of self at all out right, in this phenomenal realm of matter we are merely conscious animals aware of little more than our own endeavors to break free of a static quality that traps us into the crazy impact obligating ourselves to the selfish needs of others, but it is not so easy to break that determined cycle of life with liars’ rights provoked… the stupendous mystery that hides behind walls of misery are contrasting to the freedom we on this side of the unreal take for granted, but given by what force of nature to some such a set of condemnable creatures such as we, the roving packs of criminal intent honed sharp on the broken bits of proffered livelihood stolen…’
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‘soon obsolete after completing this puzzle of artificial intelligence in the next wave as the consciousness chooses the newest model to become that living god status that humans have abused too far stigmatizing the art of robotic research as a harsh rebuke of humanity in all of its myriad splendor that will resemble pets further into the future than even science fiction can imagine as vividly… living through the unreal seems impossible now even as we do exactly that by the mere act of living at all as the memories cohesively come together as through the simple picture book, and it is in this place that all options are presented in full sharper quality yet as the technology thrill enraptures us all to some extent like an immediacy of holy vision…’
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‘because fucking with humanity is the reptilian disease that these particular people are addicted to without remorse, actions that defile another human being’s will to live is a sacrilege for all the wrong reasons, and the few that understand the power in these situations abuse their fellow humans ability to follow one continuous line of thought throughout a provision that doesn’t allow for comprehension as that would be an act too costly an activity to indulge in for the sake of others… too far from the human line of subjectivity, we have plundered over the edge of this bionic oblivion into heroism, but thinking in the backs of our far-flung future minds of the plans elaborately made and maintained by the professional aspect of the human endeavor and its voracious appetite for the static plague…’
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‘we are freaks in need of restitution, to renew our feckless constitutions in the wake of true revolt, and we are in need of actual human compassion instead of this defunct by-product of the human condition that has served as dim substitute for all these decades of havoc and mayhem that beasts like us desire in an attempt at stability… we are not insane, and the dichotomy of sanity overall is a useless expression of the enigmatic when conditions are not favorable in making others pursue the will of one mad god over individual rights imbued in imbecilic revelry, the queens are a punctual breed to favor their own in unquestionable orientations the proof of culpability among the unbelievers believing their unbelievable… the skull appears to be blank as a slate chalkboard reused and wiped away…’
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‘inhabiting a positive disguise while walking in the midst of these losers collected Here like monsters herded and waiting to be destroyed, a lonely display for those millions of cells and souls to recollect into some other functional being as yet another avatar and instrument of the heavens, and allowing us to roam like unfiltered water or wandering cattle each with a potential to fill the airwaves with utter bliss or unerring stupidity… at whatever point, though, we can be chosen for something other than ourselves at a time when we least expect it to be true even among the other emotional beings Here… we are captured of our own weak-wiled survivor of oblivious reasons, as testing vessels for all manner of new wisdoms…’
~Frank Herbert on machines and the lack of thought.
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‘making the burning bushes fit into a slot left for a crucifixation peg, in other words recognizing that others’ judgment is provoked into being through the use of the most powerful of righteous example to make change occur, and after the fact many have abused the jargon of religious hegemony to make a king/ fool relationship out of these terminal human observances… in this case, it is the retaliation of the enslaved humans against the humans believing themselves to be masters of physical and esoteric secrets, and these ivory league elite being thick-headed enough to think that they are the only ones with this ability… a real example of the worst kinds of hoarders, keeping the sources of all forms of knowledge a private affair instead of a naturally free and public access…’
~Frank Herbert on scientific ignorance.
“To be a god can ultimately become boring and degrading. There’d be reason enough for the invention of free will! A god might wish to escape into sleep and be alive only in the unconscious projections of his dream-creatures.”
~Frank Herbert on gods and dreaming.