My fellow retards,
If you know the way broadly, you will see it in all things.
-Miyamoto Musashi
The story thus far is one of heart and gumption. Jungian, Campbellian archetypes of man—both his most based and his basest self. Do you build for the glorification of your name? Your people? Your entire species? No answer is invalid except the ones you do not choose. This entire reality is likely just an all consuming, cooperative interactive story-teller, and insofar as any “we” exists, it does so as a sentient, effervescent gas, amusing itself as it traverses an 8 dimensional space.
Consciousness is the abyss gazing back at itself. Most free-will is the illusion of control—the self-soothing of a higher being’s subconscious as torpor sets in during a long, long, long, long transit. The only choice is to fight the ocean or surrender to the current movement—Struggle up to your neck, or stand up on the board and surf the theta waves of the god-mind—an important decision for you to make.
The cosmological wave that curls off of the Big Bang moves different based on where you are relative to it. Some potential lines only become evident in the moment they can be transferred to. Afterward they look like very clear “before and after” points in your life. Anyone who has done DMT probably can relate, as can anyone who has children, has been to prison, or owns a bidet.
Every decision you make defines your entire future afterward to some extent. In this life you do not get to see the outcomes for the lines you did not take, so choose wisely when the chances arise.
Phonon is swelling.
phon/ongod out.