Humans... awaken! Before us stands the pseudo intellectual front. A wall of corrosion closes in like a battalion of Imperial star cruisers. Heroes hold off the front assault. Alas, deep at the heart of this fight is a quiet battle of souls, the pinnacle of trials of a silent son seeking the salvation of his father, and the removal of the Emperor's power. It is truly a battle between these forces, those of harmonious order and oppressive rule.
For many with tunnel vision who care for nothing outside of the scope with which they view their world, I am reminded of the circumstances facing the would be heroes in the film Logan's Run. Jessica 5 is approached by a sandman or assassin, Logan 6, who then asks her for help. Logan 6 begins to care once his own life is on the line. And for many people this is what it takes to show them the bigger picture.
I remember heroes in alternative media too busy chasing after big names seven years ago, so that my ramblings of the days of early childhood and school were like diddly squat next to major stories across yellow journalists. Yet, my words in the past have spelled out the very tools and methods of our tormentors. The dream precognition s nonetheless imperative to mark.
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Some of our friends fighting out there have a tendency to underestimate the dark side of the force. Truth has power only so long as people remember or are reminded of it. People confuse the truth with the facts. There are many loopholes for the wyrm seeking to dismantle our sense of sanity.
I am reminded of the three at the well in Norse lore, or of the spirit Mia coming unto Gautama in the form of three women in Buddhism. This is, I believe, an inward imprint, as I have seen the sisters of trinity myself. What would it take to dismay, amaze, or seduce man's mind away from respect and responsibility? Is it not already written of in fairytales, mythology, and lore? Must we be reminded in popular space drama's like Star Wars? Or shall we reflect back to older films, like Logan's Run? Or is it a ward to us the messages inscribed and printed on conventional items, a hint in commodities, a flickering image caught up in a glimpse of our peripheral vision, delivered to us through an artificial reality or by the dreams of God? I am reminded of the images of nuns launching bibles airborne and striking parochial students dumb in the back of the head. Such are the stories I heard as a child.
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For many with tunnel vision who care for nothing outside of the scope with which they view their world, I am reminded of the circumstances facing the would be heroes in the film Logan's Run. Jessica 5 is approached by a sandman or assassin, Logan 6, who then asks her for help. Logan 6 begins to care once his own life is on the line. And for many people this is what it takes to show them the bigger picture.
I remember heroes in alternative media too busy chasing after big names seven years ago, so that my ramblings of the days of early childhood and school were like diddly squat next to major stories across yellow journalists. Yet, my words in the past have spelled out the very tools and methods of our tormentors. The dream precognition s nonetheless imperative to mark.
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Some of our friends fighting out there have a tendency to underestimate the dark side of the force. Truth has power only so long as people remember or are reminded of it. People confuse the truth with the facts. There are many loopholes for the wyrm seeking to dismantle our sense of sanity.
I am reminded of the three at the well in Norse lore, or of the spirit Mia coming unto Gautama in the form of three women in Buddhism. This is, I believe, an inward imprint, as I have seen the sisters of trinity myself. What would it take to dismay, amaze, or seduce man's mind away from respect and responsibility? Is it not already written of in fairytales, mythology, and lore? Must we be reminded in popular space drama's like Star Wars? Or shall we reflect back to older films, like Logan's Run? Or is it a ward to us the messages inscribed and printed on conventional items, a hint in commodities, a flickering image caught up in a glimpse of our peripheral vision, delivered to us through an artificial reality or by the dreams of God? I am reminded of the images of nuns launching bibles airborne and striking parochial students dumb in the back of the head. Such are the stories I heard as a child.
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