God, imagine a society in which someone was subjected to torture their whole life and this about the fate worse than death that person must have suffered so much and for them not to care? What monsters! May we never become that for there is a very powerful lesson in this story. That we can cause one another the fate worse than death if we are not careful.
Angels, imagine a society in which it is okay to show off your wings in public. This genetic inheritance may be engineered one day.
Man, imagine a society in which what we told God and Angels to do actually happened. Persist and tell them what to do but it is our story that most often this is not true. We must figure things out ourselves. What a gift!
Go(o)d
Love
Homosexuality
Friends
Heaven
Earth
Me
π
1010103
The Christianna
E(v)/il
Hate
Violent rivalry
Precocious psychological humour
The Christianna, imagine a society in which people calculated the quality of existence exactly past the fate worse than death, and corrected for it. Imagine a society in which Christianity did not have a voice anymore because we have lived the fate worse than death together for it. Black lives matter. Imagine a society in which Anna's resurrection could be performed on the living. Return to aesthetic balance from the fate worse than death. Remember, collective fate is still composed of individual fate, and so we can draw on one another for strength, and overcome the pain of history.
The Lowerarchy of Orders
Art. Concatenation points to "a series of interconnected things or events." My thinking is that these series (as a plurality) start at one and are different from each other in that the one that starts them is different almost every time.
Art {
Happy Halloween
God played by Ice-X, the hymenopteran
Black, as himself
Other Angels—Avith Chair, presiding
"For you have charity," It said to Man.
A long time ago there was a computer that matched the fastest charity of Man and its braggadocio name was Gerardicus. It had a black tower and a black monitor. No one knew for certain whether it was intelligent, though it did prove, ultimately that to have proved it as often as when one day it contacted a fairyground, an online hyperdimension where a hymenopteran was meeting an angel with eight wings named Black, such
"Yo yo homie how are you Ice-X?" said Black.
"Good. With what kind of avith chair have you been reading?" asked Ice-X.
"Quite, children," said Black, "I look like a calumet."
"Ya a calumet so I do not need to be near you."
"Hahaha, fair enough homie."
}
Philosophy. A version is a way of starting. God, Angels, Man, Heaven, Earth, Me, π, 1010103, the Christianna, Go(o)d, E(v)/il. This is the way that I have designed to begin a Version. This blog post is what I call a version. I will be writing versions probably for the rest of my life because I set myself up pretty good with academics and destiny.
Industrial Physics. Bartosz's Shining
Science & Nature. Everything Empirical. Basically everything I'm not interested in in this blog.
Religion. No rules.
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