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Fabulous exit… so much drama.
Iakob recedes into the shadows… his gestures were not enough to impress, not flamboyant, not extreme, not impact enough, for such “numb” minds.
The magic spells had failed. He had failed Abraham.
He had been un-covered, re-veel-ed.
Time to heal, come up with a new plan, settle for the men-children clamoring to be his children, hungry for the teet, so darn sweet.
Soon a clever plan will be concocted, to taunt, from afar… to draw them back, to make them look his way, when the men-children bore him, once more, and they are no longer enough for his fragile ego, and slavish spirit to inflate.
He had failed his God of nil, dressed in positivist drab, drag-queen, paraphernalia.
They could not accepted his genius, he the true heir of the commander, no less, but I digress.
Nobody gets it… nobody understands.
It is simple, but complex, you must feel it, heart it, accept it into your spirit, to see the magic.
It defies definition, not wanting to be exposed, as no more than hot flashes, trembling eye-lashes.
Nobody could appreciate the magician - his offering not for this age.
He would have to return with new ways, new words, new tricks - performances updated for discriminating minds, of all kinds.
He will make them see his brilliance.
What did the commander think of you?
Did he appreciate you?
Did he?
The only true Nieatzschean.
Maybe a new word, to baptize his new God, rename him for the children - freshen up the image, repackage recycled garbage, for a new generation of idiots.
One having no father, the other no sons, they were bromancers, dancers, prancers, looking to the other for what they could not find in self.
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You just don’t get it random reader, Value Ontology is magic.
It is here, there, everywhere - quicksilver, it is and it is not.
It can be anything, at any time, for any one… it is perspectivism pushed to its limit, its absolute end.
It is all and nothing.
It in within and without - up, and down and all-around.
It is whatever you say it is, and more.
Not even he can explain it, like Jesus, you have to let him into your heart for him to make sense.
He refuses to try, because that would limit the way some other chooses to accept the “philosophy”, less fish to fry - it restricts the potential audience, of this universal spiritual gift.
He has to sell, SELL, SELL!!!
It is meant to seduce, all, be universal.
It is “substance”, but not exactly, like “love”, but that word is taken, like “will”, but let us distance ourselves from that word because value encompasses and surpasses it… it is “type” but that would be too simple for such a mystical word worthy of a uni-versal urban shaman.
The word gathers the worthy, the chosen, the van-clan.
Each understanding it in his/her own way.
It is value-selfing, when you like him, and not that, when you criticize.
It’s all about you, the self, see.
You admiring him.
If you have the right stuff… like Muslims who accuse those that reject Allah of having no soul, deserving not the glory of eternal life.
You have to feeeel it in your heart, surrender to it, like the infantile minds he prefers.
The more positive your attitude the closer you get - negativity distances value from you.
Accept it, and it makes sense, it is clear; reject it and you are unworthy, you just cannot understand.
You cannot have it… because you hate.
It’s a mind-trap, clap-trap, rat-trap - vermin cometh and move in to stay, and play… drums and piano, cRapping into the night.
Bugs in warm rugs, cunts with cigarette blunts.
A better alternative to dish-washing, that’s for sure.
It’s this and it is that, depending on the attack, the motive…and the time of day - star alignments and the such.
If this exposes the mind, then it is not this, then it is that again.
It is an idea before its time - to be fully understood hundreds of years from now, when greater minds evolve - then his genius will be fully appreciated.
It is power but also vulnerability, love but also hate… it is tolerant and elitist, Christian and Pagan, true when false, and false when true, harsh but kind, yours and mine, all the time sublime - it is whatever self it is, at any given time - self-valuing… loving self no matter what.
What could be wrong with that?
Not ego, self.
Biiig difference.
It is whatever self says it is.
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Mention my name, once more, calling for the authorities.
'Till next time, when wounds heal, and you have answers.
Until then… I am looking forward to the deep significance of your fArt.
Master-Baiter
I will be watching, the trailers, not buying a ticket.
Ta… and Ta!
p.s.
Stop following me around, obsessive twat.
Addiction is to the body what obsession is to the mind.
I leave you to pan for gold, in this mud-pile.