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Seventh Day Hypothesis

if Man was a creation, there are few forces that could so successfully endeavor to make Mankind a great empire as a patriarchy of the universal consciousness without compassion or respect earned through active participation, and humanity lashes out at those bodies that try to evoke a wall of certainty against the unknown with arms and armor to beat down the hideous offenders of general Law and harmony because rebellion always shines through humanity like a bright light breaks the revelry of night into lived pieces of the cosmic puzzle mapped out once the individual has passed into the next phase of development… what of protean ideas that time travel could provoke as months could stretch into years to gauge the resting of gods by like that of some great wheeling clock with hands to measure the development of a civilization, ways to micro-manage a civilized society through history and the agents of change as now-inspired by the virus of humanity that has striven to move forward no matter what the cost through all sorts of dirty plagues and a misinformation as has abounded in both the written word and the oral traditions of elder respect that go unwritten as subtle strains of control are in practice to “defend” humanity, and what of rudimentary steps taken in the past to change us as we are Here in the future without any prior knowledge that does not seem at first vague as from a lack of experience perhaps that makes awareness even possible?… the ghost in the machination that says to me that the apocalypse is going to be a very real being when the time comes in that shattering awareness as one grand undoing of reality, but i distrust its perspective to inform me as honestly because this is a very dispensationalist way of viewing things that do not have such absolute certainty as what amount to the entrails of a single life not wasted no matter how much the odd consciousness might lean and talk sick, the actual reality we think we see remains elusive to the analytic sense of sight that gets too often taken for granted to be replaced once the seeing facet has dispelled itself as the creature has reached a point at which that space is filled in by all the other senses available in order to sustain the individual life… a true organic prosthesis that moves independent of its masters in a nanotechnology realism embarking on an exploit that will take science lifetimes to embrace in order to witness the truth to all their empirical evidence turned inside out by the angry anti-intellectual strain of individual who cares not to know about the root disease of the killer instinct which drives Man mad with a violence lusting for some savage satisfaction of which you cannot get, a magic that would convince the host that it comes with birth as it cannot be learned humanity as long as the oppressive fingers of Man are allowed to stir the heart from inside the chest to make men and women suspect of a system’s corrupt discretion that changes humans into slaves of the wage in order to fulfill the standard requirements for survival in the real world aspect of the artistic conundrum beating back all resonant repercussions of a primal urge as reflected and rippling across this cesspond as it skips along the scum on the top of this watery mainstream, but underneath the surface to this stream of consciousness lies a depth at which some men find a literal grave to rest against the bottom while in the ashes and dust from another withered civilization collapse into the deep subconscious based at the heart of the world mother of which we are representative tendrils anchored by a reality our Selves have chosen to use in participation erasing all previous tethering esoteric information that might have been acquired through any other of the various lives lived in that essence which for now remains human… the organic force that pulses with a life as rebels against mental forms of alien software that appear as though to serve a human cause for progress and attention to detail as might preserve the habitat humans have built so far at this point in the future, from great pyramids and an ageless discovery of all the systemic breakdown of sciences into ever-expanding the world through towers of glass and steel erected as monuments to palpable prosperity in the midst of a collective arson suggesting a single ending for all outcomes no matter how the odds are stacked, but whatever the pacts made in demon encounters long ago kept secret there can be in no way an elimination of doubt without an uncomfortable regression to that prized innocent state of single-minded awareness and interest of which certainty through clinical studies separating in adults that spirit for the unknown translated as fun from daily dementia…

Thanks, khet.