Let your heart break some glasses;
mirror images overrated stuff indeed.
Indigo -- here we go again -- amasses
glossy upstart Townsends to be passes
of Godsent fervor, from scrutiny freed.
As the tint seeks a cure to endure the speed
of dripping paint on the wall to be dry green-grassed!
Let your heart break some sticks and stones;
bones loose they marrow and poison from quivers.
As all the arrows off-shoot sprinkles some wombs;
how many Hill-Giants could be birthed or entombed?
Lucid dreamers, unite -- to usurp the state of Shivers;
the null color of nihilism and no fucks in Hell givers!!
All demons long hair must be benevolently combed...
Let your heart splice some hairs and raise pins;
with the power of the minds eye, no stone goes unturned.
Even the silent memes start crying out, as the donkey wims.
"Servus lo vult" the needle is stronger, than the raised chins;
pushing the button nerves to the brink of seduction churned.
No pain goes unspoiled, in the pleasure of destroying burnt
Rome once again, to appeace Nero and librarians of Alexandria gringe...
Friday, November 1, 2019
A Meditation on Singularity
Many people have been pondering about the Philosophers stone -- the ability to turn worthless minerals into Gold. Also, people have been wanting to do the same about wisdom. To make dull people really smart. What I am talking about now, might sound heretical and obnoxious, but relates to the fairy-tale of "The King, who ventured to the Moon" How did he wanna go there, by stacking boxes on top of each-other and climbing up to them, but alas, all resources there pooled to build that tower, and it came short of one pesky rotten box, to achieve the goal -- so King ordered to build the bottom box, because he needs boxes on top and not on bottom! And all came crumbling down...
In a way, peoples understanding on Faith; Government and Family is also like this King wanting to get to the Moon. What does it mean, if you have a large pool of really smart people in your society? In order to understand this question better, lets bring it to MTG and ask again. Let us assume, that a smart person we want mores in society is like the 8/8 Gate Colossus -- but you only can have 4 copies of it in your deck. On top of that, it needs resources to get to the playing field; while you're gathering those resources, you're opponent is not sitting idly by and letting do your thing. Even if you somehow mirrored and dublicated those 4 you still have only 12 of 60 and that is already very hard to get into play.
In real world you also need resources to support your brainy people. So much so, that Lao Zi concocted a controvercial philosophy of dumbing the folk down, so they wouldn't crave and imagine things. A unimaginative rabble don't get into revolts and invent stuff, meaning -- they are easier to govern! What you want in the world? Freedom or Safety! Freedom means choices, but it necessarily doesn't mean having good answers to those choices. Solomon, who was deemed the smartest guy in Israel, cause, God Himself told so, ended up abandoning God in all his wisdom. The first angel God created; the most perfect of them all, was Lucifer, who couldn't take it, that Man was created, ended up rebelling against God! It almost seems, the more you seek wisdom and freedom -- the more unsafe you really are.
Coming back to the question, why its bad then you have a lot of wise men in one country. If something is exeptionally good, than people tend to spam it, til they have filled every viable resourse into it. It's like pooling all stuff together, to buy a huge diamond -- a geode. While this geode is valuable indeed, its not the rainforests; it cannot breathe you air for your carbon-dioxide. It's not the fields, to produce you Barley and Wheat etc. It's not your housing, to keep your warm and comfy while allowing to rest and leisure, and protect your stuff. Its only one thing, requiring a lot of things to exist, while contributing only very little. For instance Monarchy also costs a lot, but gives you a ruler; a military expert representing a leader in battle; the person who gives and grants authority to law and judgment. But he himself is not working on the fields nor doing else useful. He just leads, and costs hell of a lot in so doing. Now imagine having a thousand Kings of that kind. Who in the right mind would support that??
Trying to have a thousand wise men has the same impact. Not only that, but it also does a different thing, called "inflation". While we normally notice it with money being the blunt way to distinguish value, it can also be understood spiritually.
For that let me tell you a hangmans joke about skiing: "What type of people end up dead in the mountains? -- The cocky experienced kind!!" What do cocky experienced guys have in common. They are proud. They take risks, knowing the hazards and having the experience to get into greater challenges. And sometimes they overestimate themselves or are pretty damn unlucky -- and are never heard again. In the olden days, those there refered as "the insolent, who disturbed the Mountain!" What do the other people do. They keep it to the straight and narrow and don't have unnecessary risks. Because of that, they mostly survive!
When you have a lot of wisemen, then it flattens all the moral mountains into plain fields, good for charging around. Nothing is challenging enough to flavour of spice the life, making it dull and boring. Just like the fairy-tale. A new box is needed to stack upon, but the kingdom is all out of boxes. What to do?
That is the reason, why revolutions; wars and plagues happen, to reshuffle the deck of life and fate. Otherwise stuff wouldn't get done, and things wouldn't get invented. If people would adapt to the Sermon of the Mount, and live according to it -- ALL OF THEM! This would be a bad thing, because all color and value would vanish from existence. People would either transform into a trickster like Loki, who does only mischief, or a Nightmare demon, like Alp or Vendigo, who punishes you for the smallest infraction with death!
You can't create perfection on Earth, like you cannot create the perpetual motion machine. At a given time all motion must siece because of counter-motion and traveled space/time lost energy etc. If you're eating the cake, eventually you will run out of cake! If you don't eat it, it will spoil and rot! So either way, its a loose-loose cituation, if you wanna uphold status quo...
What you'll need is stupid shit, in order for anything to work. Not Oko kind of stupid shit, there everything is turned into an elk, til you have Oko Uno and the Elk-hood living around. Stupid vanilla kind of shit what can't mix deathtouch with lifelink, if referencing MTG or doublestrike with trample. In a MTG game not the heavy hitters play the games, but the support engine, to eventually get the heavy hitter into play, if the resistence is elaborate enough to support that, because mostly the game ends on turn 5 then the heavy hitter probably shows up on turn 7. That's from the time, then normal non-spiced decks there a thing. But since Magic the Gathering has sunk into a singularity sink hole, like a certain character in Red Alert: Tiberian Sun stealing an alien space ship to settle a score and epicly fail.
If there are too many savants, or one particular savant, who runs all the show, then eventually all will team up against that guy and kill him off. That is the nation of Mankind. You can't have Singularity things oozing around like a black hole, sucking all energy out for themselves!! Nobody likes that, especially the savant, who wants to do the right thing, but can't -- he's too big and powerful; has too many restrictions and achieves very little because of that.
Why did Jesus say: "If you want to rule it all, be a servant of the servant!" What rules peoples lives and minds today. "Internet and I-phones!" What do those do? Give you everything you wanna entertain yourself with. In so doing they have the control over our time and space. What did the Sermon of the Mount say: "Blessed are the poor of spirit, for theirs is the Kingdom of Heavens!" I think we can check that one out over the internet. Then the Singularity becomes, then mankind is done, because no mere mortal can be more meek as an automaton, who doesn't pay taxes; need more sustenance as coming from a cord and does not strike nor require weekends or vacations. Just some mere maintenance of couple of hours and thats it. Try to top it!! Or that one: "Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth!!" so very Christian, then meek servos are running everything...
And yet, singularity is our dream of happy safe future, there we all lie under our Sycamore tree and let the mashines do it. Wake up -- He, who owns your work, owns your future!!" Machines don't even need culture and games, unless its some kind of variable research kind -- it could be well, that in the future, we are running in rat mazes to solve mathematical problems to a Matrix kind of entity. Will it be perceived as Heaven or as Hell, is up to anyones decision.
As a Christian, it would be biased to ask you to choose something over it. Pick your poison, for it was merely a mental exercize! Have a nice second of November, only three days til 5th -- the Gunpowder plot. What ever could I write on then...
In a way, peoples understanding on Faith; Government and Family is also like this King wanting to get to the Moon. What does it mean, if you have a large pool of really smart people in your society? In order to understand this question better, lets bring it to MTG and ask again. Let us assume, that a smart person we want mores in society is like the 8/8 Gate Colossus -- but you only can have 4 copies of it in your deck. On top of that, it needs resources to get to the playing field; while you're gathering those resources, you're opponent is not sitting idly by and letting do your thing. Even if you somehow mirrored and dublicated those 4 you still have only 12 of 60 and that is already very hard to get into play.
In real world you also need resources to support your brainy people. So much so, that Lao Zi concocted a controvercial philosophy of dumbing the folk down, so they wouldn't crave and imagine things. A unimaginative rabble don't get into revolts and invent stuff, meaning -- they are easier to govern! What you want in the world? Freedom or Safety! Freedom means choices, but it necessarily doesn't mean having good answers to those choices. Solomon, who was deemed the smartest guy in Israel, cause, God Himself told so, ended up abandoning God in all his wisdom. The first angel God created; the most perfect of them all, was Lucifer, who couldn't take it, that Man was created, ended up rebelling against God! It almost seems, the more you seek wisdom and freedom -- the more unsafe you really are.
Coming back to the question, why its bad then you have a lot of wise men in one country. If something is exeptionally good, than people tend to spam it, til they have filled every viable resourse into it. It's like pooling all stuff together, to buy a huge diamond -- a geode. While this geode is valuable indeed, its not the rainforests; it cannot breathe you air for your carbon-dioxide. It's not the fields, to produce you Barley and Wheat etc. It's not your housing, to keep your warm and comfy while allowing to rest and leisure, and protect your stuff. Its only one thing, requiring a lot of things to exist, while contributing only very little. For instance Monarchy also costs a lot, but gives you a ruler; a military expert representing a leader in battle; the person who gives and grants authority to law and judgment. But he himself is not working on the fields nor doing else useful. He just leads, and costs hell of a lot in so doing. Now imagine having a thousand Kings of that kind. Who in the right mind would support that??
Trying to have a thousand wise men has the same impact. Not only that, but it also does a different thing, called "inflation". While we normally notice it with money being the blunt way to distinguish value, it can also be understood spiritually.
For that let me tell you a hangmans joke about skiing: "What type of people end up dead in the mountains? -- The cocky experienced kind!!" What do cocky experienced guys have in common. They are proud. They take risks, knowing the hazards and having the experience to get into greater challenges. And sometimes they overestimate themselves or are pretty damn unlucky -- and are never heard again. In the olden days, those there refered as "the insolent, who disturbed the Mountain!" What do the other people do. They keep it to the straight and narrow and don't have unnecessary risks. Because of that, they mostly survive!
When you have a lot of wisemen, then it flattens all the moral mountains into plain fields, good for charging around. Nothing is challenging enough to flavour of spice the life, making it dull and boring. Just like the fairy-tale. A new box is needed to stack upon, but the kingdom is all out of boxes. What to do?
That is the reason, why revolutions; wars and plagues happen, to reshuffle the deck of life and fate. Otherwise stuff wouldn't get done, and things wouldn't get invented. If people would adapt to the Sermon of the Mount, and live according to it -- ALL OF THEM! This would be a bad thing, because all color and value would vanish from existence. People would either transform into a trickster like Loki, who does only mischief, or a Nightmare demon, like Alp or Vendigo, who punishes you for the smallest infraction with death!
You can't create perfection on Earth, like you cannot create the perpetual motion machine. At a given time all motion must siece because of counter-motion and traveled space/time lost energy etc. If you're eating the cake, eventually you will run out of cake! If you don't eat it, it will spoil and rot! So either way, its a loose-loose cituation, if you wanna uphold status quo...
What you'll need is stupid shit, in order for anything to work. Not Oko kind of stupid shit, there everything is turned into an elk, til you have Oko Uno and the Elk-hood living around. Stupid vanilla kind of shit what can't mix deathtouch with lifelink, if referencing MTG or doublestrike with trample. In a MTG game not the heavy hitters play the games, but the support engine, to eventually get the heavy hitter into play, if the resistence is elaborate enough to support that, because mostly the game ends on turn 5 then the heavy hitter probably shows up on turn 7. That's from the time, then normal non-spiced decks there a thing. But since Magic the Gathering has sunk into a singularity sink hole, like a certain character in Red Alert: Tiberian Sun stealing an alien space ship to settle a score and epicly fail.
If there are too many savants, or one particular savant, who runs all the show, then eventually all will team up against that guy and kill him off. That is the nation of Mankind. You can't have Singularity things oozing around like a black hole, sucking all energy out for themselves!! Nobody likes that, especially the savant, who wants to do the right thing, but can't -- he's too big and powerful; has too many restrictions and achieves very little because of that.
Why did Jesus say: "If you want to rule it all, be a servant of the servant!" What rules peoples lives and minds today. "Internet and I-phones!" What do those do? Give you everything you wanna entertain yourself with. In so doing they have the control over our time and space. What did the Sermon of the Mount say: "Blessed are the poor of spirit, for theirs is the Kingdom of Heavens!" I think we can check that one out over the internet. Then the Singularity becomes, then mankind is done, because no mere mortal can be more meek as an automaton, who doesn't pay taxes; need more sustenance as coming from a cord and does not strike nor require weekends or vacations. Just some mere maintenance of couple of hours and thats it. Try to top it!! Or that one: "Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth!!" so very Christian, then meek servos are running everything...
And yet, singularity is our dream of happy safe future, there we all lie under our Sycamore tree and let the mashines do it. Wake up -- He, who owns your work, owns your future!!" Machines don't even need culture and games, unless its some kind of variable research kind -- it could be well, that in the future, we are running in rat mazes to solve mathematical problems to a Matrix kind of entity. Will it be perceived as Heaven or as Hell, is up to anyones decision.
As a Christian, it would be biased to ask you to choose something over it. Pick your poison, for it was merely a mental exercize! Have a nice second of November, only three days til 5th -- the Gunpowder plot. What ever could I write on then...
Good look away
1.
I
was looking for an opening, but no moves evaded the fork;
Knights
navel-gazing dreams of Maverick despair –
shouting:
“Lordy lord-lord!” like a bitch in New-York.
Birches
and Cedar trees having a play of High-Elves vs. Bloody Orc!
Finding
in the maul hunt that the others are indeed Devils lair...
Why
should anybody wise up or fucking dare a care;
then
the prices have glitter and War-Craft is the new pork!
2.
Dreaming
of a silver lining, what wasn't made in China;
born
in the USA or an Englishman in Harlem Globetrotters.
Black
and White Russians, catcalling Margarita's pino-pino.
Robot
boys Nocciod to Robin-galls on Ill Grande Excommunio:
Everybody
wants to be a infamous dark Sith hotspotter,
while
not being able to bust the milk in the shotter!
That's
why the quiet ones sit alone AOL and whim-gnaw...
3.
Pretence
is stronger than True-Real; Avatars better than Myself;
Me
and I locked in eternal Baffle-Royal to lure the next Him.
Pentagraphs
telegramming around to play Giraffe on your health;
as
the hangover hits under the bridge to find some stealth...
Fat
success expectations have rewards to merit, but skinny;
double
down Autists find Nemo in the next Grim-face, who forgat to be
Grinny!
Vitriol
the new Saviour of Kamigawa to never return on Heavens shelf.
4.
The
Good look away, as Evil is fornicating and priding their despots;
too
cringey, to take a part, and cowardly to be last man standing.
Have
a Good look away, for morrow will look indifferent vodka shots;
Bloody
Mary's chasing after Cuba-Libre and Mojito thots...
Some
Brandy Chemical Romances Bourbon the Bling for Branding!
Who
shall be the Solitary Individual on Kings Landing;
speaking
words of Iron price and no Gold out-handing?
The
only God, what people know, is the not-enough-gots!!
5.
NEG
around your neck; Nag inside your wise-crack;
Hip
must be every sip your words ooze off your lips.
So
many are bedazzled from the journey, don't find back –
the
breadcrumbs eaten by Judgment of Crows hack:
What
you peck is what you live; what you save kicks
in
the nuts, don't give – hold on to your scrumptious flicks,
netted
in the worth of sticky fingers, finders keep for the track!!
6.
Poetry
is poverty, dost not your overtime say thus hitherto?
No
leisure ever produced overtures, then you dost not pleasure
in
owns pain and wither to... the path that slivers through
Hell
and back, as you jump over the doubted Wall...
I
and nobodies Erewhon, to backtrack de jure –
de
facto all are begreatful after the deal is conjured...
Just
be a happy bunny, if you don't like it rough!
7.
Who
shall go onward, be the faithful Christian;
for
Christ built no Cathedrals but chased out the merchants!
Who
shall be the ensalter of Earth-Chan against obsidian
harlots
and merited deacons, who claim giant-kills seances,
over
their been-stocks they took great lengths to spill and trance!
Chanting
in the rain of brimstone and fiery ambers commence:
“This
is the Christendom, we ought to have cianed!!”
Tuesday, October 29, 2019
White-out
Black knighted murderous riders horsed around;
the hidden reefs of soundbites arouse from graves.
Michael Jackson played Long nobody would count.
Even Dracula issued his copyright strikes enraged.
It was milky in my way, as my brain shut down;
I was watching the saints cry: Bohemian Rhapsody.
The Gospel choir was gossiping between sown
Burbon and reeking Absinthe - the Fairy experienced my body!
Outer reach expo was on demand, while listening to Gorillaz;
my Yellow Submarine sweat shirt was too Yesterday and Morrowing.
Sex Pistols overdosed with reality and withdrew their Unreal spa
registration, making some journalists spill some bloody hatchlings...
The freedom of the duress, is always too young-old to begin with;
askew any Pikachu about sneezing banana jokes, then get banned,
for insestuous innuendo. All know, that bananas are Gay as meh!
UWU at your spacebars, what you there trapping at Heavens manhole.
I can whore any rhyme from this side of Rio-Grande and Styx;
even Wolfenstein, in his death incarnate interstate could not surpass...
OvO at your spacebars and a knuckle witch called Sandy Onyx.
Her parents there glutton for Pokemon, so what you gonna fuss!
I had a White-out. My memory banks there wiped clean.
All I could read was: "Tyra was here!" and I had to gringe...
Not to mention, my Cosmo subs got canceled and slain;
how is a Man truck gonna find his way in this lunatic fringe??
Give me some brakes. My carburator already broke up on me...
The tank had too much sugar in, and I believe I was on lent.
Some asshole desided to show "Chokolat" on traffic Cam - Fuck ME!!!
I'm gonna crash and burn, to move into Burger-Tory and repent...
You know, then Burger King and Westminster Abbey merge,
they gonna need a new name. England is too runic anyhow...
all locked up and the key broken on the ground; on the verge
of madness, how many wordsmiths must fix this pickled cow?
"Ask Nietzsche" was the most potent research engineer found on Germany.
some white mice there chasing white russians around the room reigning
cats and dogs and white elephants under the carpet and into the pillow shant they!
Somehow Trump enrolled in Slytherin and killed nearly headless Nick, while granging.
the hidden reefs of soundbites arouse from graves.
Michael Jackson played Long nobody would count.
Even Dracula issued his copyright strikes enraged.
It was milky in my way, as my brain shut down;
I was watching the saints cry: Bohemian Rhapsody.
The Gospel choir was gossiping between sown
Burbon and reeking Absinthe - the Fairy experienced my body!
Outer reach expo was on demand, while listening to Gorillaz;
my Yellow Submarine sweat shirt was too Yesterday and Morrowing.
Sex Pistols overdosed with reality and withdrew their Unreal spa
registration, making some journalists spill some bloody hatchlings...
The freedom of the duress, is always too young-old to begin with;
askew any Pikachu about sneezing banana jokes, then get banned,
for insestuous innuendo. All know, that bananas are Gay as meh!
UWU at your spacebars, what you there trapping at Heavens manhole.
I can whore any rhyme from this side of Rio-Grande and Styx;
even Wolfenstein, in his death incarnate interstate could not surpass...
OvO at your spacebars and a knuckle witch called Sandy Onyx.
Her parents there glutton for Pokemon, so what you gonna fuss!
I had a White-out. My memory banks there wiped clean.
All I could read was: "Tyra was here!" and I had to gringe...
Not to mention, my Cosmo subs got canceled and slain;
how is a Man truck gonna find his way in this lunatic fringe??
Give me some brakes. My carburator already broke up on me...
The tank had too much sugar in, and I believe I was on lent.
Some asshole desided to show "Chokolat" on traffic Cam - Fuck ME!!!
I'm gonna crash and burn, to move into Burger-Tory and repent...
You know, then Burger King and Westminster Abbey merge,
they gonna need a new name. England is too runic anyhow...
all locked up and the key broken on the ground; on the verge
of madness, how many wordsmiths must fix this pickled cow?
"Ask Nietzsche" was the most potent research engineer found on Germany.
some white mice there chasing white russians around the room reigning
cats and dogs and white elephants under the carpet and into the pillow shant they!
Somehow Trump enrolled in Slytherin and killed nearly headless Nick, while granging.
Kill you in the shower
Almost perfect stand ups covering up the pretense;
war mongering saints, who have forsaken wingmen.
Women on offence, all the fence, to wear pants- fat chance;
flat rated incrementions to cool-aid the detention pen...
Thrilling in the solemn dowry of absolution neglect;
the senses are adding subtracted pinnacles of crosshairs.
My bald statements there singled out as bipartisan deflect.
Reflecting on my navelgazed cult of a dead vow au-pair!
Birds are becoming the new It, their poisoned beaks rap;
"Nevermore", the anthem of failed merchants of Doom!
I kill you in a shower of guilded appraised booby traps;
sidewinding the danse macabre and tin foil jaded gloom...
Softly whispering your despaired destitute and shortcomings;
cumming on your lap-dance of voracious sin eaters.
Tell me your secret, and its posted on Twitter -- privacy roaming;
today St. Peter upside down, tomorrow China at all theaters.
What is Communism without Lao zi? Confucius not trying to think;
because he can't imagine the Fish doing it! Not being one, likeness...
The empty mirror debunking all crack-pots and long-nosed kinks.
Nothing to see over the rainbow, as desire has set sail and mind less!
As the gilded Chris Mclean crosses my mind I zone out;
drama is everything, selling the stack of Sex short.
Some people rewind the tape backwards to get shout:
"I can hear Satan -- The mark of the beast revealed, news-sport!
In my ye older retort I disavow the elongated musk of blue roses;
Maga hat wearing Violets and freshly plucked daffodils.
She doxx me; she doxx me not, She doxx me -- shit my proses
assumed her gender, maybe its transmissionary imposed over-shill!!
How long til my close encounter of the Elm-street kind with Yandere-Chan?
I'm waiting under the mistle toe, and I even booked Harry Potter thrice...
the suspence is blowing me head on and ballsdeep dancing cancan;
I don't know how much I can take anymore, before I rub it in a Cockatrice.
Stone me, or else! I even turn the other cheek, to have a better profile -
#InsultToInJusticeAdjourned or ITIJA in short to get free tickets to Ibiza.
Ferrari volunteered to crowdfund for the next Kill-Bill movie virile...
Some transmen condescending to womenhood wanted to participate the extra mile,
war mongering saints, who have forsaken wingmen.
Women on offence, all the fence, to wear pants- fat chance;
flat rated incrementions to cool-aid the detention pen...
Thrilling in the solemn dowry of absolution neglect;
the senses are adding subtracted pinnacles of crosshairs.
My bald statements there singled out as bipartisan deflect.
Reflecting on my navelgazed cult of a dead vow au-pair!
Birds are becoming the new It, their poisoned beaks rap;
"Nevermore", the anthem of failed merchants of Doom!
I kill you in a shower of guilded appraised booby traps;
sidewinding the danse macabre and tin foil jaded gloom...
Softly whispering your despaired destitute and shortcomings;
cumming on your lap-dance of voracious sin eaters.
Tell me your secret, and its posted on Twitter -- privacy roaming;
today St. Peter upside down, tomorrow China at all theaters.
What is Communism without Lao zi? Confucius not trying to think;
because he can't imagine the Fish doing it! Not being one, likeness...
The empty mirror debunking all crack-pots and long-nosed kinks.
Nothing to see over the rainbow, as desire has set sail and mind less!
As the gilded Chris Mclean crosses my mind I zone out;
drama is everything, selling the stack of Sex short.
Some people rewind the tape backwards to get shout:
"I can hear Satan -- The mark of the beast revealed, news-sport!
In my ye older retort I disavow the elongated musk of blue roses;
Maga hat wearing Violets and freshly plucked daffodils.
She doxx me; she doxx me not, She doxx me -- shit my proses
assumed her gender, maybe its transmissionary imposed over-shill!!
How long til my close encounter of the Elm-street kind with Yandere-Chan?
I'm waiting under the mistle toe, and I even booked Harry Potter thrice...
the suspence is blowing me head on and ballsdeep dancing cancan;
I don't know how much I can take anymore, before I rub it in a Cockatrice.
Stone me, or else! I even turn the other cheek, to have a better profile -
#InsultToInJusticeAdjourned or ITIJA in short to get free tickets to Ibiza.
Ferrari volunteered to crowdfund for the next Kill-Bill movie virile...
Some transmen condescending to womenhood wanted to participate the extra mile,
I am Legion
This
sentence has bewildered the world the most. It is the main event in
Diablo 3, before the end-battle; it is the silent theme of the Series
Legion, about a psychic, who believes himself a monster, and is told
since the Word "Monster" is not really a name, but requires
action to become that. A Statement, what is not entirely the truth.
For that, let us delve into, there "I am Legion" comes
from. It is located at Mark 5:9 being the name of a host of demons,
possessing a man, who made the roads of Gadarene countryside unsafe.
Living on a cemetery and injuring himself with rocks, he used to beat
and cut himself, to get rid of the demons, to no avail. Then this
tormented soul meats Jesus, and immediately recognizes the authority
of Him. Or should I say, the demons inside, for they implore not to
be tormented or cast out of this region, to have at least a hoard of
swine to possess, in order to be content, if they can't remain in
this human body.
Those
demons knew Jesus! They knew about His authority! They didn't need
Jesus to fetch some ID like a bad joke of Mulder and Scully or MIB
etc. They knew, then the rest of Israel had theories and assumptions;
opinions about Him, how to feel about His teachings, and Himself! The
problem was a man possessed -- not even shackles and exile could not
stop him. Freeing that man cost a fortune, and in itself was
monstrous indeed to the coffers of those who owned the swine. Those
people kindly asked Jesus to leave, lest to suffer more such damages.
In Legion, the protagonist was said, that "Monster" is no
name but requites action, to be that. Actions can be passive or
aggressive; active or proactive; productive or deflective. They can
come from you, or from somewhere else. The society can also have
actions for or against you. Exiling somebody, is an action. Calling
somebody "Monster" is an action. That is the reason, why
the saying: "Monster" is not a name, is incorrect. It means
all too well. That possessed man also had to bear such name and fate.
To be possessed, meant that he was ostracized from his family and
society. He could no longer live a normal life. The life moved on,
but passed him. While he was wrestling with his entire being... It
took Jesus only to present Himself, to make that suffering end.
Naturally such kindness begets want to follow your saviour. He was
denied that chance, but was rather required to tell about his
ventures to other people, and so the man proclaimed Jesus to
Decapolis for the peoples bereavement and rejoice altogether. A man
was saved from his disease; his misfortune and discomfort. Just like
a nation rejoices, then his occupants are leaving. Many had possessed
him, and now he was free!
It
still says something about us. How easily we forsake those, who
happen to fail. There there no other healers or holy men, at the
times of Jesus, to help this poor fellow? The only remedy, what the
world had to offer – was bondage and exile... Just don't bother us
with your problem! If a thing has no easy answer, it is neglected.
For we are not our brothers keeper, as Cain would put it. At best we
can only ask for ourself to be avenged seven times seven fold, if
Cain is to be avenged seven fold. Those there the kind words of
Lamech, son of Cain, when he boasted about his deed to his two wives.
The plea for help goes unanswered many times. Just as said Jesus in
Luke 4:24-27 “Assuredly I say to you, no prophet is accepted in his
own country. But I tell you truly, many widows there in Israel, in
the days of Elijah, when the heaven was shut up three years and six
months, and there was a great famine throughout all the land; but to
none of them was Elijah sent except to Zarephath, in the region of
Sidon, to a woman, who was a widow. And many lepers there in Israel
in the time of Elisha the prophet, and none of them was cleansed,
except Naaman the Syrian.” Only few receive divine intervention,
and that angered greatly those who listened to those words the first
time. So great was their outrage, that they even intended to cast
Jesus down the mountain, but He escaped. The reason why we seldom
receive aid from God, or have our prayers answered, is how we treat
those, who we deem unworthy.
While
I was writing this, I had to take a breather, so I watched “The
lost city of Z” In this Percy Fawcett, who's father was a drunk
gambler, not allowing him to advance in his career in the army above
the rank of Corporal. In a way that man was also possessed. It was
Duty; Honour; and Conduct, what possessed him. And yet in all this,
he remained human. People cared very little about his circumstances,
and only by accident was he granted this expedition to map the border
of Bolivia and Brazil. No one wanted to hear stories about shards of
clay witnessing the intellect of savage Indians. It was too much.
Even then he got the second expedition there, it was thwarted by a
highly esteemed fellow archaeologist, James Murray, who refused to
eat human meat with the Cannibals, for being too Christian! Then ate
a great deal of their forages for being hungry, managed to injure
himself, becoming even more a burden to all, and then got sick to the
point he had to be excused from there with more food and the last
horse and a guide, to the nearest mining camp. What was the man
raving, while being at deaths wake? That Percy Fawcett is a Judas and
not worthy of his presence and intellect as he is unworthy of the
Lord. And as he was excused, he first wasted the rest of the food
supplies with oil, to make sure, that the expedition not succeed and
he wouldn't look like a coward. So very Christian of Him. Later on,
then they met at the RGS he had to debunk the accusations of
forsaking the very same guy, who he had to save from himself and
fellow adventurers, who just wanted to leave this dead weight behind.
What did this man want? An apology for daring to be his equal! Percy
Fawcett did apologize – but to his comrades, for honouring rank and
not true values behind them. He stepped out of the society, for he
could not accept the demands of the accuser. Who at the other moment
rebelled on his next expedition. So very Christian of him! Percy
Fawcett then goes to WW1 survives a Chlorine gas attack and gets a
chance to go back to his jungle. The most moving point in that
masterpiece is, then he has to stoically accept his death, while
being accompanied only by his eldest son... He remained a master of
his convictions and open to new insights to the end, while others
there more concerned about reputation and esteem. It is easy to deem
someone unworthy, because his ideas are too crazy and madly insane...
We are the navel of the world! And then comes something or somebody
and changes that all. Do you possess your dreams and aspirations, or
do they possess you? Who has your time and ear? Don't tell me, tell
yourself and set your life free! Or are you also Legion, who just is
looking for a hoard of swine to command and get by, to not be
bothered by the horrors of every day life... What has your faith and
conviction commanded you and cost? There did it lead you? Percy
Fawcett, like Jesus Christ gave up all for his way. Nothing could
stop them fulfilling their ultimate goal. What say you? Will you
accept the rally call of Lord Jesus Christ or will you excuse
yourself with family and children; work to do; or something else... I
wish you all Godspeed.
This sentence has bewildered the world the most. It is the main event in Diablo 3, before the end-battle; it is the silent theme of the Series Legion, about a psychic, who believes himself a monster, and is told since the Word "Monster" is not really a name, but requires action to become that. A Statement, what is not entirely the truth. For that, let us delve into, there "I am Legion" comes from. It is located at Mark 5:9 being the name of a host of demons, possessing a man, who made the roads of Gadarene countryside unsafe. Living on a cemetery and injuring himself with rocks, he used to beat and cut himself, to get rid of the demons, to no avail. Then this tormented soul meats Jesus, and immediately recognizes the authority of Him. Or should I say, the demons inside, for they implore not to be tormented or cast out of this region, to have at least a hoard of swine to possess, in order to be content, if they can't remain in this human body.
Sunday, October 27, 2019
Spit it out!
Spirited you snivel and shout, hauling in your shovel,
as death does a part in your life to aghast a gown.
Entrenched too deep to comprehend the gravel --
life turns to brash nightmares and dost not marvel..
There is the alloted place you could be renown?
When your gilded leafs turn to wilted brown;
sickly sweet, bitter in the chocolate after-ravel...
Spit it out, shout! Let it out, stout - what you all about;
pout make your tongue roll loud! Lapse in you lewdest
doubt. Dreams are the stuff to route off the lands Abound!!
Broken you hump back on your half-assed selfies retract;
doubting twisted perhapses and mayhaves to be continued.
Not as smart-ass, than the mirror images of a contract,
you never wanted to sell your soles or even lace their tact.
Feeling nauseated, for not decreeing the world to be imbued
with an interlude of disposition out of proportions so crude...
Perfection the affection of success meating an unmolded Tesseract!
Spit it out, shout! Let it out, stout - what you all about;
pout make your tongue roll loud! Lapse in you lewdest
doubt. Dreams are the stuff to route off the lands Abound!!
Love is, but a vision between sanity and madness, at peace;
the contemporary art of cutting paper-dolls out of hearts...
When you hold on too close, and don't let go, release
your mind and body -- the fervor and glee turns into a leash.
Don't call on its favors, if not ready to play a mayor part;
teasing Love, like tickling a sleeping dragon is not smart.
Enjoy the insolence, to be young and take the world at ease...
as death does a part in your life to aghast a gown.
Entrenched too deep to comprehend the gravel --
life turns to brash nightmares and dost not marvel..
There is the alloted place you could be renown?
When your gilded leafs turn to wilted brown;
sickly sweet, bitter in the chocolate after-ravel...
Spit it out, shout! Let it out, stout - what you all about;
pout make your tongue roll loud! Lapse in you lewdest
doubt. Dreams are the stuff to route off the lands Abound!!
Broken you hump back on your half-assed selfies retract;
doubting twisted perhapses and mayhaves to be continued.
Not as smart-ass, than the mirror images of a contract,
you never wanted to sell your soles or even lace their tact.
Feeling nauseated, for not decreeing the world to be imbued
with an interlude of disposition out of proportions so crude...
Perfection the affection of success meating an unmolded Tesseract!
Spit it out, shout! Let it out, stout - what you all about;
pout make your tongue roll loud! Lapse in you lewdest
doubt. Dreams are the stuff to route off the lands Abound!!
Love is, but a vision between sanity and madness, at peace;
the contemporary art of cutting paper-dolls out of hearts...
When you hold on too close, and don't let go, release
your mind and body -- the fervor and glee turns into a leash.
Don't call on its favors, if not ready to play a mayor part;
teasing Love, like tickling a sleeping dragon is not smart.
Enjoy the insolence, to be young and take the world at ease...
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