As the vision of large swathes of the population dims towards the bleak...
I am perhaps the most hopeful that I have been ever. I perceive boundless techscapes powered by renewable resources and employment for the masses as we engage in a rebirth of the Space Race. It is imperative that we have actionable foresight and a will to build like no other period in our species’ incredible history. I look towards a return to the broadminded, thick-skinned, courageous individual; a being adeptly able to set aside defeatism and claim the destiny that belongs to them. The East is no longer served by scapegoating nor victimhood. The West no longer tended to by Big Brother and dreams of Utopia. This is do or die, our collective moment of truth and our contrasts abide as worlds collide.
Harbinger Close-UpThe Art of trolling was conceived by Nazis, refined by Basement Dwellers and unanimously adopted by “Armchair Quarterbacks”. But while we are quick to bathe away our fear with quaint hope and keen to cleave to circumstantial obligation there is great potential for this pseudo art form. Much like the Heyoka of Native American oratory tradition, the troll has the ability to show us those aspects of ourselves that we keep hidden. The troll is a mirror of our latent desires, our subdued grief and our hidden hypocrisy. He draws anger from our gut and gives way to verbal diarrhea allowing us to purge our inhibitions. But this does little for the world in general.
When viewed in light we have much to learn from the vile goblins that lurk in the chatrooms of the collective mind. Instead of throwing tantrums we can embrace fluidity, dig into novel concepts and refine our technique. Instead of vomiting our weakness and wafting our guarded stench we can rather sharpen our sword. Beyond tripping over ourselves as we virtue signal our way to redemption we are able to intelligently spar with agile agitators and become great witnesses of cognitive growth. Integration is key if we truly desire to evolve. We must come to terms with ourselves if we wish to know God.
The Dove of Peace
Let the space race begin. Let us beat our metals into hyperdrives and superconductors. Let us compete for the highest, most intense feats of technology and embark upon a new future of solar system colonization and terraforming. The Dove of Peace wears a mask of gold hearkening to an ancient future filled with Spirit and driven by common decency and a mutual need for competitive accomplishment.
Phoenix of the West
Dragon of the East
Nostalgia of the Western Mind
Memory of an Eastern Past
Our remembrance of an eternity within the source, the Great Creator from which we embarked, calls us to return to singularity. We are beckoned, summoned to cast our illusions into the void of form and release ourselves into incorporeal wonderment. We journey through form and not because of it. We shall morph, alter, shift and disintegrate but we shall remain nonetheless.
A Heart for Adaptability, An Acknowledgement of the Necessity of Competition and an Open Will to Compromise Mark
Our Ascension Into Destiny
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With much love and hope,