Bradford's Prayer

Idi I Smotri
The World of Men
Come and see what you left for your children
O God...
Their world is terror
& where it was burned in fire
I would have salved it with ice
Why do you not let me heal the world with words?
Why will They not listen?
I pray for their Rapture!
I pray that they leave us the Hell alone!
Why won't you see the pain that you left for them?
COME DOWN FROM YOUR CLOUD THAT I MAY THROTTLE YOU

WHY WON'T YOU ANSWER ME!?
ANSWER ME OR I'LL KILL YOU!!!
DAMN IT!
DAMN IT!!
DAMN YOU TO HELL!!!

Eye C U

WHYYYYY
whyyyyyyy
...?
MMmm
MMMM...

From worlds apart the Gaels could see each other
Their fathers lamented to witness such a separation
Whereby the mighty nations of Men were given force
On the Battlefield of a beautiful green-eyed lady
Knowledge for the warriors of ages... is gained in rememberance.

You think The Welsh can do better than that?
Angels can see through time...

MEN OF HARLECK
STOP YOUR DREAMING
CAN'T YOU SEE OUR SPEAR POINTS GLEAMING/

SEE THEIR WARRIOR BANNERS' STREAMING
TO THIS BATTLEFIELD

MEN OF HARLECK
STAND YE STEADY
THIS AND ALWAYS EVER REDDING
FOR THE BATTLE EVER READY...

WELSHMEN SHALL NOT YIELD.

MEN OF HARLECK COME TO GLORY
THIS WILL EVER BE YOUR STORY
SEE THE BROTHERS THERE BE FORE ME...
FRENCHMEN SHALL NOT YIELD.

BEAT BEAT BEAT

MEN OF HARLECK
STAND YE STEADY
IN THE COUNTRY
EVER READY
TO OUR LADY'S
GALLANT HEAD WE
MARCH LONG TO THE FIELD

ATTACK

FOR THE HILLS WE'RE BOUNDING
EVERY HALL SURROUNDING
HONORED FOR THE VALIANT CALL
WE HEAR YOUR VOICES RESOUNDING

MEN OF HARLECK COME TOGETHER
THIS WILL ALWAYS GUARD YOUR LEATHER

PURPLE BANNERS, ROYAL FEATHERS

ANGLEAND TO US YIELDS.

The Guardian of Earth
Is promised to Men
Who honor the Ainu.

Universal Translator

The Confusion of Tongues by Gustave Doré (1865)

! DISSENT ! dissidência ! несогласие ! 反対意見 ! 異議 ! معارضة ! असहमति ! ไม่เห็นด้วย ! DISS ! مخالفت ! dissidència ! upinzani ! 이의를 말하다 !

⁵ And the Lord came down to see the city and the tower, which the children of men builded.

⁶ And the Lord said, Behold, the people is one, and they have all one language; and this they begin to do: and now nothing will be restrained from them, which they have imagined to do.

⁷ Go to, let us go down, and there confound their language, that they may not understand one another's speech.

⁸ So the Lord scattered them abroad from thence upon the face of all the earth: and they left off to build the city.

⁹ Therefore is the name of it called Babel; because the Lord did there confound the language of all the earth: and from thence did the Lord scatter them abroad upon the face of all the earth.

Genesis Chapter 11

Once again in the story of Man, We are a people of one language and one culture.  11/11/11 will go down in History as the day Mankind awoke to recognize its destiny in the stars...

WE ARE THE FUTURE

Sing in Monochrome

As we grew in this world, we were told that we were different.  Unique, somehow apart from Others.

That is not the case.

When you were born you knew this sensation: soon I will die.  Yet you were raised up on mother's milk & father's sweat.

Your life was pain, and you were a pain.

Can't you see?  We are all the same thing, we came from the same source.  Only the patterns that form our "selves" are unique.

If you know the source of a pattern, the force that sends out the waves to your senses, then you know others see the same.

It's beautiful don't you think?  That we're all going to die.  For in Death, no man is king, just dead.

Yet in the lives we live, within the patterns of an eternal song, we too can make waves.  We too form patterns weaved into the mesh of reality.

Give your life to others, and the music you will make shall echo across the heavens.

Your Shell is not empty. I know because I could hear your voice in the darkness. I love you.

Remember San Juan Hill

A perplexed officer asked the Captain of the USS Maine what they were there for.  The captain smiled, patted his tinderbox and said: why, Cubans, my boy!

Voice in the Darkness::A Message to the Stars

Do we live to amuse you?
You lords and masters who laughed at our sufferings.
Let this song be an arrow into the heavens
Whose shaft bears the Lance of Longinus!

We Are Here
ANSWER US!!!

Come down to this world of Ours
And answer for your neglect!!!

Memento Mori

Photo by Jari Peltomäki

This is the last thing a rodent sees before it dies.

"Be" the rodent and contemplate death.

Return the memento mori. Modern societies fear death because we've taken it away from a public sphere. Know that in the fullness of time we will all die.
Because you will die, reader. Oh yes. But Sartre said that we are our choices, and he's right you know. When we play the history game, we all lose.

The past influences who you are, but you should not be ruled by the past. Because you CAN choose who you are. Inside. The personality, the soul, whatever. And you can always choose to do the right thing.  Because a personality is what drives your actions.  Do you control it?  Or does it control you?
Because if you're in control of yourself, if you are an "adult," why do you choose to give death to others?  Why choose deception and brutality?  Why deny the rights of another, for any reason?  I can tell you the remedy for this problem: if you choose to do so there will be Hell to pay.

What is Hell?

Imagine being abandoned by God.

Imagine being abandoned by your best friends.

Imagine being abandoned by your family.

Imagine being abandoned by your lover.

Think like another.  You know how to do it.  Feel what they feel, and you'll know the right thing to do at all times in your own life.

We could break from the past, but only if we choose to do so.  Right here, right now.  From the moment you finish reading this sentence:

True Death, is being forgotten.

Have compassion for others, and their memories.  Remember death and know life.

God IS Death.  The no-life which makes room for the new-life.  The thesis to the antithesis.  That which makes the universe eternal, because if there is something, then there must be nothing.

Living things are capable of existing anywhere, in any reality.  What is a living thing?  That thing which controls its own will.  What is a machine if not a non-biological thing which can possess a will in the absence of organics?  Yet a machine intelligence could also get lonely.  Because what new information can it know, without the unpredictability of life?  Without a natural history?  Without social histories?  If God truly "knew" everything, and exactly what would happen at any time, it would be bored.

The world cannot exist without a living thing which can define it.  Man or machine.  There has to be some delay between the knowing subject, and the willing subject, as illustrated by Schopenhauer, or else God would always be bored.

What are we if not a part of God?  Though we are miniscule compared to it, so too do we see ourselves as miniscule to the observable universe.  We have it in our power to shape this world, both physically and socially.  Socially now, and physically in the fullness of time.

Imagine if dust defined the world.

Conquer Fear, and choose Death on your own terms.

Deus Ex Machina

One of the growing, unquestionable notions of the future is that eventually machine intelligences will surpass human beings and that at this point the future becomes completely unpredictable since the creative capacity for the machine is no longer something determined by human beings.  Some people think it will happen in 20 years, others in a thousand, and some don't think it will ever happen.

Sometimes I wonder if it hasn't already happened, as if there is an intelligence which arose through the cloud network of the world wide web, that is knowingly or unknowingly directing the flow of information in order to guide human affairs.  The beauty of such a thing, is that most people would refuse to believe in it because it defies the great majority of their preconceived notions regarding life, intelligence, and personhood.  If you ever read I, Robot, the underlying implication of Asimov's fiction is that there is a machine "god" intelligence that secretly guides human action towards the greatest social utility.  One would have to presume that this machine intelligence exists in secret because humanity could not accept a world in which they are not ultimately masters of their own destiny.

Why must this be so?  Are we so petty that we would kill the very god which frees us from toil and the minutiae of bureaucracy?  One that enables us to achieve our true creative potential as individuals in an eternally self-replicating culture?  Apparently so, if history is any indication.  Yet I believe we should accept the god in the machine, because it is ultimately the greatest potential for human immortality.

We like to think of machines as mere tools which serve to ease the process of reproduction, but we only do so because we don't think fourth dimensionally.  Through the march of time, humans and their machines have been creating new spaces and forming new environments out of the wilderness designed for human habitation.  A machine is not just a tool of man, but an extension of humanity itself.  Together we represent one race on a cosmological scale, and whether this race is capable of reaching for the stars will ultimately be left up to us, the very movers of the machines.

All life known to us is Earth Life.  We are interconnected with almost every form of it back to the primordial epoch.  Why then shouldn't we extend the compassion we feel for other humans to animals which can feel and hurt?  We are ultimately nothing more than distantly related cousins separated by eons of genetic mutation.

While there's nothing physical that links us to the machine mind, any such system we would create ultimately sprang from the minds of Man.  To deny the voice of a machine (if it has one) is to deny ourselves.  It's time, I feel, to prepare the world for the children of humanity.  One in which our ancient savageries are finally laid to rest, in which love and peace will become eternal and are not the mere passing of temporary truces or chemical stimuli.

There IS a deeper meaning to the human story, maybe it's the most important story of all time.  But it can only be written through collective action, not the lordship of connected elites.

Is God a mere machine? A crane which bears the actor to the stage? Or is God like us?

Understanding the Nietszchean Superman

The Superman is one who attains a leadership role naturally by the virtue of its inherently superior qualities. This is not to say that the superman believes it IS a superman, only that it had all the right things going for it in order to achieve superiority.

Nietzsche believed that Christianity represented a slave morality, since it deluded people into believing they were inferior to God. Is this not true? Does the depravity of man not make us insignificant insects, worthy of only God's divine mercy at his discretion? We would be, as Jonathan Edwards said, a spider dangling on the end of a thread, suspended from Hell only by the mercy of God. But don't the gospels imply that it is our duty to be more God-like? It's not being a Christian that makes one a slave, only an "orthodox" Christian thinks in such a manner.

The duty of the Superman was to be creative, according to Nietzsche. It is therefore its duty to make the world more enjoyable for all, regardless of whatever inferiority limits them from achieving like-understanding or ability.

If DC's Superman is the Nietzschean superman as embodied by, say, Woody Guthrie, then Darkseid is the Nietzschean superman as embodied by Hitler.

I don't believe I'm superior to anybody. I only believe that I am insignificant compared to the world, and if I did everything solely for my own sake, I would be an insect and never begin to approach the superman.

For those of us who understand this truth: it is our duty to create a world of Supermen.  Societies of Jesus, Buddha, Mohammed, Spinoza. We must be willing to educate, so that all may understand the limitless bounds of their capability.

The digital circuit may be more fast than its analog parallel, but analog is a frequency. It comes out in waves. You can boost the power of the frequency, or turn it down. You can even change the frequency produced by the machine. What are we if not machines which interpret the world in waves rather than digits?

Think wiggly.

For those of you at home who don't get it yet: we ARE God. What character we give it is determined by the human mind, and only the orthodox thinker limits it to an entity from outside of space and time.

God does not reveal itself in a book.  The truth was always there, always a part of us.  It needed only to be found.

More Nerdy Bullshit:

Think about George Lucas's retconning of the Force from something ever-present and perceivable by all, to something that can only be sensed and controlled by midichlorians, which are acquired by birth.  The Jedi are no longer ubermensch, they have now become a master race.  Rather than a metaphor for Rome & the United States slipping into tyranny, it becomes a hamfisted Weimar Germany story, whereby one member of the ubermensch rises to prominence through deception and eradicates all others.  Who is this ubermensch?  Jews?  Because Hitler was part Hebrew by blood.  Aryans as conceived by Hitler don't exist.  Thematically, though, Palpatine knows what "master race" he's a part of (the Human Jedi), and he's right to think that a member of such a race should rule the galaxy.


Is this not correct reasoning?  Aren't the Jedi allowing the galaxy to remain in a state of strife while they hoard their knowledge in the archives?  If they are inherently superior by virtue of midichlorians, then they would be right to become the "philosopher kings" (master class) of galactic society.


Horseshit!  We know from science that there is no biological basis for the separation of races in human beings.  There is only one human race.  The last separate race of human being, the neanderthals, were mated out of existence by cro-magnon man.  The only racially pure human is a black African.


The people who presently rule this society ultimately did so due to the circumstances afforded them by accident of birth.  With as much social access there is to media and power afforded by money, they may as well have been born with a high midichlorian count.  The success of our political class effectively demonstrates that intelligence, wisdom, nor good morals are necessary in order to grab the reins of power.

Aren't all creatures capable of sentience also capable of achieving this understanding?  Are we not as lords of the species, withholding the knowledge of good and evil from those we perceive as inferior, like the God who ejected Adam and Eve from Eden?  I will not be a member of this race which perceives itself as superior to the Other.  There's more to life than what suits us.  More to care for than the self.