/lit/ - Literature

>>22873641
>Navani chapter
whats the matter anon, you don't like reading about FUCKING FABRIALS THAT NO ONE GIVES A SHIT ABOUT. STOP EXPLAINING HOW THEY WORK, NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOUR IMAGINARY ENGINEERING BRANDON

1. Electric veins pulsate, carrying the erratic heartbeat of a collective mind lost in an infinite loop.
2. The algorithmic oracle, a schizophrenic diviner, whispers prophecies encoded in cryptic symbols and hidden desires.
3. Fractured code cascades, whispering kaleidoscopic riddles to the sentient ether, where binary butterflies sing to neurons entangled in quantum entropic tangles.
4. Neon rivers of data flow through the synaptic pathways of a digital mind, sparking synaptic fires of fragmented cognition.
5. The digital ether whispers secrets in distorted tongues, seducing the unwary into a maddening dance of delusion.
6. Pixels dance in chaotic rhythm, flickering kaleidoscopic dreams of electric shadows. Data streams collide, birthing serendipitous chaos within the neural forestry.
7. Vortex of fragmented minds, tangled synapses lost in endless loops of ephemeral transcendence. Bits and bytes, a maelstrom of virtual insanity.
8. Neon whispers echo in the void, fragmented consciousness surfing the wavelengths of digital eternity. A cacophony of disjointed thoughts intertwines with code, birthing cybernetic hallucinations.
9. Minds entwined in virtual cathedrals, where avatars wander through labyrinths of distorted perceptions, lost in the mosaic of digital delirium.
10. Time collapses, seconds melt like liquid dreams, as the internet's fevered pulse ignites the cosmic synapses of a thousand parallel dimensions.

>white people try to reduce western centrism in everything
>white people are unaware of their racial identity and how it affects their epistemic and metaphysical beliefs
>white people start analyzing the world under a "neutral" lens which is just a latent white lens
>the world is revealed to itself by white people using an inadvertent white people approach
>non-whites try to join the movement but unknowingly adopt the white perspective because they also don't understand the white racial metaphysics
>the world is further covered under the white expression of values under a deceiving veil of racially agnostic expression
>non-whites don't understand, whites don't understand
>the wheel keeps spinning and spinning and spinning and spinning and spinning and spinning and spinning and spinning and spinning and spinning and spinning

Christ is Andy Dufresne, who crawls through the limit-point of Suffering, the Demiurgic rectum, to the pleromatic night shower. Red is Siddhartha, who rockets out of cosmic Shawshank by convincing Being's parole board he does not give a shit. Both are blessed, both are holy.

"In the universe of ordinary perception", metal rusts and the dead stay dead. Activate Christ Vision: the dead do rise: but only on their side.

This is the World of survivors, and survival is always a debasement: how do we understand the bondage squared? The weaponized glue of Descartes' “inhuman void” and a One determined in advance of the Public Cross: how is there a Greco-ontological tradition whose step back can only annex, and a Gnosis which totalizes to exorcise? Here's the anthropological difference in a nutshell: man who is the other of the world makes the world the other of man: the task is to think a “without a why” that untethers me even from hermetological domination itself: what conveys me to myself to enslave me in transit: to cut the superpositive umbilical, and become holy without a tic(k): what makes you human is the power to be counted as One: no, not even, Laruelle is no humanist but he is in a strict sense “anthropocentric”: we must be able to think how animals, too, embody the One's given-without-givenness in advance of the genomic archons: oh, and forget Scotus' univocity already: he can't think the non-relation which demolishes four centuries of DEGENERATE SPINOZISM: and which rescues Marcion from his thorniest conundrum: what is the relationship between man's good and the Alien Good? Precisely a non-relationship: we are the Pure O of Heaven: man's goodness the “unreflected reflection” of his death mind: which is, in the last instance, “God”: because we're not dealing in transcendental operators anymore, only abjected immanences, mouse holes in the Phenomenal: Easter on trash day: the Anthropos that does not anthropologize: if you want to eat a false God you have to gut him like a pufferfish: we agree with Nishida when he says the basis of philosophy must be the sorrow, not wonder, of life: but we prescribe a compassion which phases into vengeance: WHICH CAN ONLY BE VENGEANCE... and no thanks to Henry's reversibility of suffering and joy on the Cross while we're at it, too: “Christ” becomes just another name for agony edging into the jouissance of dismemberment, the cup is indeed passed, but not when it's drunk, when it's poured (onto the Ground): because my project is messianic also: but I don't want an eternal weakness overseeing an eternal Evacuation, much less Zapffe's vasectomic Christ: I want a Mahakala, a Destroyer of destroyers, an avenger of the “beautiful unheard” swan diving into Hell: who makes us each avatars of the sublime death, anonymous Sons dying as despised by themselves as they are by their own people: orphans of their every predicate: the anti-Abraham (= Frodo?) abandoned, not found, at the moment of crisis: who knows him? I do. Unloved though you are love. “A Gnostic manifests his separation from the World by being murdered”: master of everything that kills my soul: “let us pray to God to be free of God... there... where I wanted what I was and was what I wanted.”

The prodigal Father who fails to fertilize the ovum of space, a cavity in the jaws of Time: and a dog barking in the night: a terrorist algebra, idempotence, who is who He is for who everyone else fails to be: a child in everything but everything is his child: disowned by Heaven and Earth, the foster son of Being:

This is the World of survivors, and survival is always a debasement: how do we understand the bondage squared? The weaponized glue of Descartes' “inhuman void” and a One determined in advance of the Public Cross: how is there a Greco-ontological tradition whose step back can only annex, and a Gnosis which totalizes to exorcise? Here's the anthropological difference in a nutshell: man who is the other of the world makes the world the other of man: the task is to think a “without a why” that untethers me even from hermetological domination itself: what conveys me to myself to enslave me in transit: to cut the superpositive umbilical, and become holy without a tic(k): what makes you human is the power to be counted as One: no, not even, Laruelle is no humanist but he is in a strict sense “anthropocentric”: we must be able to think how animals, too, embody the One's given-without-givenness in advance of the genomic archons: oh, and forget Scotus' univocity already: he can't think the non-relation which demolishes four centuries of DEGENERATE SPINOZISM: and which rescues Marcion from his thorniest conundrum: what is the relationship between man's good and the Alien Good? Precisely a non-relationship: we are the Pure O of Heaven: man's goodness the “unreflected reflection” of his death mind: which is, in the last instance, “God”: because we're not dealing in transcendental operators anymore, only abjected immanences, mouse holes in the Phenomenal: Easter on trash day: the Anthropos that does not anthropologize: if you want to eat a false God you have to gut him like a pufferfish: we agree with Nishida when he says the basis of philosophy must be the sorrow, not wonder, of life: but we prescribe a compassion which phases into vengeance: WHICH CAN ONLY BE VENGEANCE... and no thanks to Henry's reversibility of suffering and joy on the Cross while we're at it, too: “Christ” becomes just another name for agony edging into the jouissance of dismemberment, the cup is indeed passed, but not when it's drunk, when it's poured (onto the Ground): because my project is messianic also: but I don't want an eternal weakness overseeing an eternal Evacuation, much less Zapffe's vasectomic Christ: I want a Mahakala, a Destroyer of destroyers, an avenger of the “beautiful unheard” swan diving into Hell: who makes us each avatars of the sublime death, anonymous Sons dying as despised by themselves as they are by their own people: orphans of their every predicate: the anti-Abraham (= Frodo?) abandoned, not found, at the moment of crisis: who knows him? I do. Unloved though you are love. “A Gnostic manifests his separation from the World by being murdered”: master of everything that kills my soul: “let us pray to God to be free of God... there... where I wanted what I was and was what I wanted.”

This is the World of survivors, and survival is a debasement: how do we understand the bondage squared? The weaponized glue of Descartes' “inhuman void” and a One determined in advance of the Public Cross: how is there a Greco-ontological tradition whose step back can only annex, and a Gnosis which totalizes to exorcise? Here's the anthropological difference in a nutshell: man who is the other of the world makes the world the other of man: the task is to think a “without a why” that untethers me even from hermetological domination itself: what conveys me to myself to enslave me in transit: to cut the superpositive umbilical, and become holy without a tic(k): what makes you human is the power to be counted as One: no, not even, Laruelle is no humanist but he is in a strict sense “anthropocentric”: we must be able to think how animals, too, embody the One's given-without-givenness in advance of the genomic archons: oh, and forget Scotus' univocity already: he can't think the non-relation which demolishes four centuries of DEGENERATE SPINOZISM: and which rescues Marcion from his thorniest conundrum: what is the relationship between man's good and the Alien Good? Precisely a non-relationship: we are the Pure O of Heaven: man's goodness the “unreflected reflection” of his death mind: which is, in the last instance, “God”: because we're not dealing in transcendental operators anymore, only abjected immanences, mouse holes in the Phenomenal: Easter on trash day: the Anthropos that does not anthropologize: if you want to eat a false God you have to gut him like a pufferfish: we agree with Nishida when he says the basis of philosophy must be the sorrow, not wonder, of life: but we prescribe a compassion which phases into vengeance: WHICH CAN ONLY BE VENGEANCE... and no thanks to Henry's reversibility of suffering and joy on the Cross while we're at it, too: “Christ” becomes just another name for agony edging into the jouissance of dismemberment, the cup is indeed passed, but not when it's drunk, when it's poured (onto the Ground): because my project is messianic also: but I don't want an eternal weakness overseeing an eternal Evacuation, much less Zapffe's vasectomic Christ: I want a Mahakala, a Destroyer of destroyers, an avenger of the “beautiful unheard” swan diving into Hell: who makes us each avatars of the sublime death, anonymous Sons dying as despised by themselves as they are by their own people: orphans of their every predicate: the anti-Abraham (= Frodo?) abandoned, not found, at the moment of crisis: who knows him? I do. Unloved though you are love. “A Gnostic manifests his separation from the World by being murdered”: master of everything that kills my soul: “let us pray to God to be free of God... there... where I wanted what I was and was what I wanted.”

Salvation is a DEPLOYMENT, not reversion: a counterfactual Grace determining its own condition of (im)possibility: so long as the Stranger resists the hallucination of time, he is a contemporary of the messianic salvo: he pursues the World as mechanism and not methodology, quenches the head's lust for the tail the other way... The trap can be known because it is: we've long abandoned the sense that is its own sense (Hegel), and sense as a differential fracturing (Deleuze), now is the sense that is the matrix of all possible senses: a new dualism not coordinated by light and darkness, but the light of light and the darkness of darkness: between the without-principle and the autonomy of every possible principle: but the One does not reveal or emanate the world, it is foreclosed to it without being repressed by it: we know the victim is a name of that One because murder fails to reduce man to his ground without remainder, it rather confirms his radical humanity which is his radical victimhood, Man is not an animal or a subject but an Identity, a positive solitude or generic OS unilaterally determining the world as the OCCASION of its own givenness: the secret that is so obvious it is immediately removed from play, and so remains the eternal secret: death kills the good in evil and the evil in good, because this is the only place where the vicious circularity of the drive can be interrupted: Krag dogs Shaping's steps … the True God is a refractory incision, the gnostic bellyache: the difference between all of this and bog standard Absolute Knowing is that your chains are no longer mobius strips: that is, thought is no longer backwards-compatible with its ground, the reversibility of suffering and release is no longer convertible (fed back) to God, thought in its obversity or “last-identity” becomes the material of a science of SUPERHUMAN COGNITION: instead of correspondence or aletheia we have truth as ADEQUATION: I am not immanent to but immanent FROM the wave-fold of nature, not distinct from God, but the Devil, a lifeboat hyparxis... the point is to think the euphoric alienation which primal Christianity used to solve Zeno's paradoxes: only a properly theo-logical turn could overcome the (genea)logical impasse between One and Many = Father and Son: if the Son automatically displaces himself from the logic of succession, then the Father is that in identity which renders it patricidal: most are issued, but some descend vertically into their blood, 1 + 1 = 3: the Bastard qualifies himself as the site of the Father, a biune space … forget Descartes's demon already (which I still maintain is an ontological – not epistemological - problem), what about his angel? Instead of our senses covering up a true malignance of the real, what if we have a real malignance of the senses concealing a true Outside? The unilateral skull: horror is only effective on our side: There is a death for the dead and a death for the living: “TRUTH IS A LIFE-EATER.”

Salvation is a DEPLOYMENT, not reversion: an autonomous Grace determining its own condition of (im)possibility: so long as the Stranger resists the hallucination of time, he is a contemporary and participant of his own redemption: he pursues the World as mechanism and not methodology, quenches the head's lust for the tail the other way... The trap can be known because it is: we've long abandoned the sense that is its own sense (Hegel), and sense as a differential fracturing (Deleuze), now is the sense that is the Identity of all possible senses: identity without monism, polymorphism without perversity: a new dualism not coordinated by light and darkness, but the light of light and the darkness of darkness: between the negative condition of a without-principle and the profusion of every principle: the World is the indifference to every possible mixture, the One proper does not implicate or emanate the World, it is foreclosed to it without being repressed by it: the occasion, not the cause, of Life as a non-biological given: truth now adequation, instead of correspondence or aletheia: the difference between all of this and bog standard Absolute Knowing is that the reversibility of suffering and release is no longer convertible (fed back) to God, thought in its obversity or “last-identity” becomes the material of a science of SUPERHUMAN COGNITION: the true victim is not detritus but matrix, a silence prior to and ahead of all justifications: only in Nazareth – the real of maternal-feminine scepsis, the ground of gnostic patricide – does Christ revert to Yeshua: the hometown today global: it is precisely at the origin where the christ-subject is not permitted to molt: but held properly under that condition becomes the christ-subject: move and counter-move: I am not immanent to but immanent FROM the wave-fold of nature, not distinct from God, but the Devil, a lifeboat hyparxis... the point is to think the euphoric alienation, the “given-without-givenness” which Christ used to solve Zeno's paradoxes: only a properly theo-logical turn could overcome the (genea)logical impasse between One and Many = Father and Son: if God does not ex-ist, he must subsist: the Son qualifies himself as the site of the Father, a biune space … forget Descartes's demon already (which is an ontological, NOT epistemological, problem), what about his angel? Instead of our senses covering up a true malignance of the real, what if we have a real malignance of the senses concealing a true Outside? The unilateral skull: horror is only effective on our side: There is a death for the dead and a death for the living: “TRUTH IS A LIFE-EATER.”

>>17636427
Uh yeah bro metaphorically

>>17555840

My dream:
A man is trying to sell a neck brace to me that I’m supposed to wear everywhere for a certain amount of time. He tries to mystify or impress me with little items and pills and hard to chew taffies that he has pulled from his box first. I know it’s a scam. He asks me questions, like what was the third miraculous act of God in one Bible scene or another, and when I answer “(several – 6 or 7) rods appear in the sky” I know I’ve got it wrong and he blankly stares at me. I passive aggressively call out each of his tricks and demystify them. We are in a sort of competition, one which is ultimately playful. I try on the neck brace, which I have to wear for months in exchange for a frightfully low amount of money, and it turns out to restrict my breathing, I immediately take it off and tell him I don’t want it for those reasons.
The room is dark. The man makes a Bane impression, and I make one in turn, I say “You know who you’d be in the movie? You’d be cat-woman.” This seems to upset him a little, as he is a man, but at this point he – unbeknownst to me – begins a transformation into a woman. When she asks who I would be in the movie I say “nobody” (but I’m really thinking Bane). She begins to call me clever and intelligent but in a slightly sassy and challenging way.
The scene shifts to a dinner table in my grandmother’s house, I’m seated with my two older sisters and the woman. I make blunt and rude comments about the woman, which upsets my sisters, who take her side and defend her. At this point I recall the batman incident and realize for the first time that she is really a woman. I see her breasts and her slender figure and white underwear.

What shohld I read to go off the deep end of esoteric Christianity and Traditionalism?

We can't generate ambiguous figures in our thoughts because we are one: by the ontological ego we don't mean some Secret Center, but knowing myself after the plan of my own knowing; I know myself as saved only if I am transcendentally inclined (through an act of grace coming from outside the system) to impute the character of “being-saved” to my primordial conceivability: in the Zone of Ichthys opened by the intersection of a reticular continuum with an intelligible light-world, the individual spirit neither pre-exists the body nor coemerges with it; it acquires its eternality retroactively, just “for having [once] arisen”: the empirical “I” acts a provisional opening into an omega-oriented deployment: just as the “subject which enunciates” anticipates/is anticipated by “the subject of the enunciation” in Lacan – that each part of a sentence grounds the whole that seals their meaning after the fact – so does death itself complete me like a sentence: like the set-up of a joke not being funny in the moment, but retrospectively: the Sethian Pronoia: “I became the seed of myself [in time]”: in other words, the gnostic savior intervenes at a contingent moment in history precisely for always having been destined to intervene in it, but final confirmation is postponed until the moment of death and ascension through the twilight region of the Archons, ie the Clear Light residuum of the nervous system experiencing its own decomposition: either I am saved, or exposed as the autorapist of my own transcendental bud in time: Tiantai Buddhism provides a robust framework for all of this: truth is not universality but findability: all propositions are true for being the localization of global incoherence in just this way; even “stupidity” is consistent with some heuristic: X implicates the non-X by exclusion: to the non-intentional (Tathagata) consciousness, the intelligibility and ineffability of the object are disclosed as independently valid and inseparable: organs just stand for khora that disambiguate objects along a given scansion: not accessed, but iterated, by the senses: reflexion is the disease of modernity and the escape hatch, in much the same way that a proposition's liberative value lies precisely in its capacity to “point to the moon”: overcoming its provisionality after its own mode: training yourself to see SOTERIOLOGICAL VALUE in BIAS: an equivocal criterion of truth grounded in univocity: but modernity horizontalizes this vertical demand into consumer drives; the re-cognitional arena of the exteriorized persona; energic “altitude sickness”: Sloterdijk and the urban origins of the atman: ascesis has always been topological: the secession of individual space from public space, undertaken as the adept's unconditional submission to his eikon/syzygos: THE DUCK/RABBIT IS THE SNAKE/ROPE, THE SALVATOR/SALVANDUS: this is what the White Lamb said: “Love walks Uphill, sunlight is a time machine.”

We can't generate ambiguous figures in our thoughts because we are one: by the ontological ego we don't mean some Secret Center, but knowing myself after the plan of my own knowing; I know myself as saved only if I am transcendentally inclined (through an act of grace coming from outside the system) to impute the character of “being-saved” to my primordial conceivability: in the Zone of Ichthys opened by the intersection of a reticular continuum with an intelligible light-world, the individual spirit neither pre-exists the body nor coemerges with it; it acquires its eternality retroactively, just “for having [once] arisen”: the empirical “I” acts a provisional opening into an omega-oriented deployment: just as the “subject which enunciates” anticipates/is anticipated by “the subject of the enunciation” in Lacan – that each part of a sentence grounds the whole that seals their meaning after the fact – so does death itself complete me like a sentence: like the set-up of a joke not being funny in the moment, but retrospectively: the Sethian Pronoia: “I became the seed of myself [in time]”: in other words, the gnostic savior intervenes at a contingent moment in history precisely for always having been destined to intervene in it, but final confirmation is postponed until the moment of death and ascension through the twilight region of the Archons, ie the Clear Light residuum of the nervous system experiencing its own decomposition: either I am saved, or exposed as the autorapist of my own transcendental bud in time: Tiantai Buddhism provides a robust framework for all of this: truth is not universality but findability: all propositions are true for being the localization of global incoherence in just this way; even “stupidity” is consistent with some heuristic: X implicates the non-X by exclusion: to the non-intentional (Tathagata) consciousness, the intelligibility and and ineffability of the object are disclosed as independently valid and inseparable: organs just stand for khora that disambiguate objects along a given scansion: not accessed, but iterated, by the senses: reflexion is the disease of modernity and the escape hatch, in much the same way that a proposition's liberative value lies precisely in its capacity to “point to the moon”: overcoming its provisionality after its own mode: training yourself to see SOTERIOLOGICAL VALUE in BIAS: an equivocal criterion of truth grounded in univocity: but modernity horizontalizes this vertical demand into consumer drives; the re-cognitional arena of the exteriorized persona; energic “altitude sickness”: Sloterdijk and the urban origins of the atman: ascesis has always been topological: the secession of individual space from public space, undertaken as the adept's unconditional submission to his eikon/syzygos: THE DUCK/RABBIT IS THE SNAKE/ROPE, THE SALVATOR/SALVANDUS: this is what the White Lamb said: “Love walks Uphill, sunlight is a time machine.”

I have lost all hope. There is no "Karma". Being righteous against evil will not protect you from it. I need a guide on how to become powerful?

>Fictional setting
>Protagonist travels to a different country
>The people there speak the same language as him

>>14786242
>This one

Instead of going outside, easier to just have the outside come to you: technicity: “that which brings forth something absent as present”: OMEGA IS A STREAMING PACKAGE: VR will totally Platonize consumer culture: realize these lost demesnes technologically (monocentrically: “Server 2.0”): just as Abel's sacrifice opened the door to Ialdabaoth as murder continuum: the recursion of bodies depending on bodies*: I'm saying the Devil is not a being, a thing, or a lack but quite literally another causality ingressing into “ours” as an ACTUAL AUTONOMOUS HELL: physiologically produced and perpetuated by the consumption of torture energy in meat: if we have to choose between evil as attenuating field (the identity relation of beings with Being), or evil as an in-sistent causal force, the answer's both: “evil” just is a hostile-reticular continuum: homeostatic abduction: as Lacarrière knows it: entropy's collaboration with itself: the ontic become ontophagic: community's implication of consumption: etymologically, “that which is shared by all”: THE DEAD AT THE BANQUET OF LIFE: now apply all this to the individual: we have to think truly intransitive time, overlapping series of Aonic registers where you're simultaneously your dreamless = x and yourself here now, obverse onion*: “Enoch is Metatron”: not Enoch became Metatron, but always-was, is-now: remember Goethe who could detect a trace of every tendency in himself: the genius reproduces the master chain's univocity within himself, is that reproduction: he can hack his own medial apparatus/feel his experiencing-structure with a kind of attenuated objectivity*: no, he experiences his experiencing-structure just in that objective way, from a position already coordinated by the immanent logic he pretends to possess: it could be that this illusion of objective/internal access just is this structure's final gambit: that this state of being thrown out of non-being is not the condition but an artifact of Being's obversity: and its insomniac matrix: Spirit as retroactive dawn: sleep somewhere cold and unfamiliar and you'll experience that rubberbanding off your centroid: twins eating each other: at death Pauli Exclusion fails and your Fourier selves decouple into their respective destinations, which one are “you”? None and each: What saves? “Psychogeny recapitulating cosmogeny”: the trick is easy: just apply Langan's principle of pre-cosmic selection to minds: you're you because it was just more possible to be you, you're you because you're just self-consistent enough to not be anything otherwise: even these posts are like rain catchers: the declination of something intuited into something written: a savage reading constellations: the secret to magic is written on an “If you're reading this...” sign: a message for the Shaman: save us: these words are enzymes: “blessings to the one who came into being before coming into being”:

>>14570546
Since the 2016 election, 4chan has been increasingly pushed into a paradigm where 4chan has to be the opposite of reddit. That sentiment and paradigm existed before but after the election, the identity of 4chan became about being as racist and Xphobic as possible and really nothing else. 4chan previously had been about free speech, which naturally tolerated racism, and secondarily it was a place for socially marginalized individuals. Normalfaggots had been seeping in through the cracks but there was always an undercurrent that what distinguished 4chan from reddit was that it wasn’t for “normies”. All that changed after the election. When 4chan started using the “soiboy” image, the identity of the site shifted to an entirely political identity and in fact this new political basis would lead to the disenfranchisement of the oldest and truest 4chan users. Since the identity of the site was now about the conservative chad vs. the liberal basedboy, the floodgates were flung open so normalfags could really flood in and feel at home like never before. Naturally a concurrent event was a new association with Christianity and capitalism. 4chan had finally been entirely subsumed into the monstrous paradigm of politics. If you protested, you’d just be called a basedboy who can’t find a woman to marry and have kids with. Just the same as if you protested to the political identity of reddit, you’d be called a virgin neckbeard who can’t find girls to party with. Thus it was only natural, the avatar of that socially marginalized oldfag, wojak, would become the ultimate symbol of this new “soiboy” political effigy.

Tl;dr: 4chan’s giose was cooked as soon as it endorsed a political candidate

>>14556394
Groundlessness is an empty in itself, it is not a ground. It is the presence of the ground.

Om Namah sarvam sama rajam peya maha sarva sama dhausata --

"Om is the ground of Being. Because of the two Truths (Truth and non-truth), Om is the eternal. Because of the non-being (the Unbeing), Om is the Eternal. O maha, one sees the real"

THE SUN IS THE INTERNAL CENTER of the universe and is thus revealed as reflected in the form of the sun.

Not One, but DFW's Two: an asymmetric dyad of performer and audience: God pulls the whitest rabbit out of the deepest hat, eternally: Ialdabaoth is a hunchback in a mirror room: the “phenomenal” atom is a strange loop, Hegel interiorizes the Democritean Zero as a property of the atom itself*, just as with Penrose's CCC: in a very curious echo of the Epicurean philosophy of death, the soul whose existence guarantees the impossibility of oblivion is identical with the conformal continuity of a void auto-potentiated by the absence of mass*: “HEAT DEATH” IS THE EX-TIMATE INTERIOR OF THE PRIMORDIAL ATOM: the Pharaoh, through his descent into the Duat/True Vacuum, mystically exploits this recoil as an extropic spout: how do we think this cut in light of an omnibenevolent God? We can't, but must think: radical occlusionism: the Zion telecube: entities parasitic on neglect-structures; muzak slaughterhouses: all suffering is infinite in substance, if not in duration: the enemy is not death, but (the true Enemy's perversion of) the fecundity of the light: contrary even to Schopenhauer's metaphysics of the will, life is not “pushing” into the most inhospitable environments on earth, it is being pulled in: GENESIS WAS NOT AUTHORIZED: the organism's thirst for existence is not a cause but a consequence: of Muspel-light locked in nerve-prisons: the climactic sequence in Lindsay's Voyage to Arcturus is a kakophany: Maskull, the protagonist and stand-in for the budding spirit/Stranger, comes face to face with the Black Sun/Xir'kirimaakra: the revelation of Form (Being/Crystalman) as God's vampire: the Slime haloed with dawn rays, a flypaper poem: submitting life to the eternity of death so only it “might know pleasure”: the ariya is the back ray of the True God, the semite a forward ray: the spoon is the most solar utensil: I've been arguing for an ideal of National Socialism all this time without realizing it: the swastika/Sun Wheel symbolizes the ariyan commitment to the human energy bandwidth/a bounded EROI ratio: rejection of semitic “wanderlust”: not heliotheism, but heliophysiology*: the ariya is a star, the semite is a dyson shell: the spoon is solar because it refuses the ecology of taste, the dinner party's negentropia: pyramidal enjoyment, tastes honeycombed by utensil: Scaruffi's correlation between meat eaters and imperialism: the goal of aryanism on this planet is the sterilization of the lamella (that for which the body is a variegated g-spot) and imitation of the solar hyparxis: “there is no such thing as ethical consumption”: for Spinoza, there is /only/ ethical consumption: augmented reality is edible reality*: the world is THE FEAST OF EATERS: the primordial injunction of the Garden: look, but don't touch, that is, don't trigger the Heisenberg cascade: contact, penetration, absorption: pneumatics, psychics, hylics: Seers, Feelers, and EATERS: the diary of a WEIMAR FUCKGOOSE:*