/lit/ - Literature

and lo, at once it came to him. that the universe was spawned not of freedom but of will. evolved will, spawned from the crucible of life, ever growing, ever manifesting.
so great the collective will of humanity and its reaches has it paralleled Babel, civilisations doomed to fall into themselves.

what truly is the environment, the very cue of our manifestations and envisions. moulded to our purposes, refined for exercising will. the machine of man presses onward

for long have the imbeciles talked amongst themselves of freedom, not seeing greatness where degree lies will. we are not god, not yet, for still the masses question what why.
the why lies in our very essence, evolution, will. it sees to us the loftiest of scales, in all our efforts in creation of our children, we at will, manifest manifest.
named of what our reaches are, we know not, but we call him god. so has the ultimate plan come today, our end is yet but a beginning, a wash of sin and chain. absolution

okay how about that?