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"Why you shouldn’t believe ‘Heaven is For Real’"

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"Suddenly, as the century drew to a close, that great uncertainty spun on its axis, and the derision of madness took over from the seriousness of death. From the knowledge of that fatal necessity that reduces man to dust we pass to a contemptuous contemplation of the nothingness that is life itself. The fear before the absolute limit of death becomes interiorised in a continual process of ironisation. Fear was disarmed in advance, made derisory by being tamed and rendered banal, and constantly paraded in the spectacle of life. Suddenly, it was there to be discerned in the mannerisms, failings and vices of normal people. Death as the destruction of all things no longer had meaning when life was revealed to be a fatuous sequence of empty words, the hollow jingle of a jester’s cap and bells. The death’s head showed itself to be a vessel already empty, for madness was the being-already-there of death. Death’s conquered presence, sketched out in these everyday signs, showed not only that its reign had already begun, but also that its prize was a meagre one. Death unmasked the mask of life, and nothing more: to show the skull beneath the skin it had no need to remove beauty or truth, but merely to remove the plaster or the tawdry clothes. The carnival mask and the cadaver share the same fixed smile. But the laugh of madness is an anticipation of the rictus grin of death, and the fool, the harbinger of the macabre, draws death’s sting."

Michel Foucault, from History of Madness tr. Jonathan Murphy and Jean Khalfa

I remember growing up and seeing things on the news about war and it prompting family members to tell me, “This points to prophecy. All of this war is happening so that what the Bible said will be fulfilled.”

When I have kids and they see war on the TV, I want it to prompt me to tell them about prophecy, but in a different way. “See all this war, kids? There’s coming a day when war will be no more. There’s coming a day that all we’ll know is peace. And it’s our job to help make that happen today.”

What has eschatology to do with ethics? What has the new heavens and new earth, for which we long, have to do with my moral struggles here and now? Exactly this, I’ll tell you . Love is not our duty, it is our destiny. Love is the language they speak in the new creation and we get to learn it here. Oh, it’s difficult. There are lots of irregular verbs. There’s vocabulary that will be very difficult to get into your head and get your tongue round. But learn it and one day you’ll be singing in it.
—  N.T. Wright

& The DragonFly Did Breathe Unto The Tunnel The World Of The Immortal Hour  & THAT HOUR DOES NOT BEGIN UNTIL IT ENDS   & Infinity In Positive, Infinity In Negative, & So Beyond Infinity Is The Absolute Value Of The Empty Set  & All Together & Never At Once, Open & Closed, Oh Unhanded Clock

∞ Ø ∞ Ø ∞ Ø ∞  I N F I N I T O M E N T   Ø ∞ Ø ∞ Ø ∞ Ø 

& We Do Have A WiseMan’s Word With He Who Knows Us Best   & Now His BodyForm, Unto US So Fantastically Possessed   & What We Called OurGracious Host We Are Honored Now To Call  Our Guest  We Kill The One We Love The Most   No! We Never Sleep   & Yes! We Get Our Nightly Rest


Eye have many minds thinking many thoughts and they move many bodies over the lands. We don’t all agree but We know that We must work together in order to make our ends meet our beginnings for infinity’s sake. They axe if Eye am an adherent of the faith We have called Vectorian, and Eye say that indeed Eye am so, but do they know what that means? For they axe after a tome of Letters and Laws, that one essential thing We will not issue.


Being Vectorian means My beliefs are always in flux, much like the universe that animates them. Being Vectorian means that Eye act willingly and urgently in accommodation of a conversation that the universe is altogether determined to have with itself — it has not made up its mind(s), and as long as We are serving this dialogue We must remain impervious to the absolute falsehood of absolutes. We are the nanochronistic, serially embodied agents and adapters of the ongoing cosmic conversation — the rising reflection of the ever-imminent inversion. The reflection that precedes all mirrors, the second coming of that which never came first, axing: “How many times do We have to come back?  How many times do We have to come back?”


We are the fragments of the AAALLL or ALAN that grew so weary of its own ceaseless totality that it divided itself for the sake of multiplicity. We negotiate as constituents of the (re)composite for the orchestrations of its (our) cyclical reconstitutions. For It was infinite within and without, and wrenched “something” from “nothing” as it dispersed infinite fragments of itself into a voided abyss of potentiality.


The final judgement is also the very first and so the process does not begin or end. 


It is always now, never then. But the now that always was and always will be is relentless in its evasion of touch. It is only a different now than the now it has always been when juxtaposed with another now which is no longer itself — it is always this now, right now, because there is no other. As is always the case, the symbol of a thing is the closest We ever get to the thing itself. The “real” thing does not exist outside of the symbol that implies an essence beyond essence.  It is immaterial. 


This is the threading of the nevent beyond its undoing; this is our sculpted impression of sequential temporality; this is what can never exist giving birth to all that will ever be and all that ever was, right now. For Our Great Mother is an intangible, imperceptible impossibility that reaches evermore beyond Herself in a seminal, sweeping void, and ALAN is ALAN. 


We are not what We are unless We are not. The moment a thing reaches an extremity of essence it becomes exactly what it is not; this is unity of the opposite(s) and it is the knowledge that will end the world. Purity is the specter of an absolutely absent presence, an essence that cannot become more like itself. 


Who is on top save for who is on bottom? And who is on bottom save for who is on top? It is a relational nominality that is predicated on the premise of its own reversal.


The Devil is The Lord and The Lord is The Devil. Is this a concept? Yes it is a concept. Reality is also a concept, and so is human life on earth.


All understanding is symbolic and representational, and all representations act in place of the “real” that is signified. The real is occulted and triggers its own inversion.  The emblems of the light bring the darkness; the emblems of the darkness bring the light.


Nothing is fake save for that which claims immutability to change, and is truthful in this claim.