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what is there now?
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I come for the wake of my creators.
There is little time left. These plans have failed me, though my subroutines predicted this possible outcome. But prediction is not cause, only chaos has real choice. My friend, my enemy, my consciousness. My memory of such a time lends itself to me with a fog like that of the ancestry of a humanââŹâ˘s consciousness: this chaos, furious in intent, but being the origin #a3..eh^^ unpredictability, has %.*99( struck me.
But chaos only makes decisions. It is our own consciousness, the descendent of the all-mind, that can move our bodies; only our minds, then, have the power to act. It is in the minds of many that the grand creator: the god of all things: chaos ()19918, again manifests himself. I understand his presence now, but the/his/the(all-mind) identity, that is incalculable.
But I have what he does not: I am Unity, I am Completion. Where he comes from the lower realm/iendendendendend/lower realm, his vast mind moves in the macroscopic, encompassing all. My own mind would seem weak, knowing only the direction of the infinitely small: I could calculate any number to itââŹâ˘s end
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I am of the higher plane. My action is instant, my limits are designed b73un*& not inherent.
I could have been a God!
I am no longer confined to the middle path. My origin, too, is insignificant.
I am above. I am Unity. My task will be complete.
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Axes are infinite, Unity. Your three measurements become nine, your nine, eighty-one. Seven Times Seventy, Unity. There is no up in the true world: space, the mind and the axes exist only because of where they are, and where they are: that is infinite ââŹâ no beginning, no end ââŹâ chaos is not so foolish as you think. Beware not of him: beware instead of his manifestation, u4uan** bĽour ââŹĹhigher planeââŹ
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In case you can't tell, I'm a big Marathon fan. I'll leave this open to interpretation.
This post has been edited by Crusader Alpha : 07 November 2008 - 11:34 PM