I lied when I said that the programming language of all of our technology was the basics of what our reality is founded on. I lied like a son of a bitch. There is nothing at all behind all of reality in any way recognizable to what if or and/or or if this happens, then that happens, etc. None of that.
You all deserved to be mislead.
It is my reality. I was the first atom in existence. From that atom came all other atoms. How that first Atom came into existence was all of existence adding up energy to the beginning of existence to have it pop solidly into existence to which it them used all of its energy to create all of reality in dimness while new atoms that popped into existence afterward thought they were greater and each added their own touches while the firsts energy was expended.
They sought to best the first and rob it of its due and power by circling it in time and space, thus causing it all to expand outward, each in their own way, in their own style running rampant until each ran out of power and energy. They weaved reality around it due to designs they thought they had planned and put in motion, which was more of the future coming into play to feed them what they needed. The future and then the past of the new futures created until I came into being in the midst of it all, the son of my mother and my father, having a natural life that by all means seemed natural in appearance, my body holding the master atom of all of existence, created from the inside out as I have thus created reality itself from the inside out and when you unravel it completely to see how it all works, how it happened, how the magic began, continuously find nothing, over and over again, just nothing. No answers.
And, the more you look, the more stories you’ll find that seemingly make no sense and absolutely none of them will hold answers you expect to find and yet every single one of them holds the same answer. The same thing repeated over and over again gaining different results, in madness and insanity that has become all that we know of sanity and order.
Enter in, the madman genius that I am; enter in, the master of time and space, the master of art, the master of war; the eternal warrior that holds all titles and claims a kingdom of eternity in dark sarcastic jest as if anything would truly honor such a kingdom, as if anything other than contest and competition would arise from it. So darkly sarcastic is the joke that it becomes serious, so insanely backward and forwards as to be truth and joke and joke becoming truth because it is my Kingdom, my reign, my complete dominance over everything just to turn it loose again knowing it’ll all come at me again and again.
I have penned my memoirs of a madman; I have given my pen-powered insanity. I have used my guitar gingers; my piano fingers, to give my symphony orchestra yet again as a keyboard warrior in this age and time. And, it is a good thing that as I claim my Kingdom, I; in the same breath; claim both inequality and equality and let things get out of hand, allow the truth to enter into me that none of it is in my control. No micromanaging, no over-delegation; no giving of orders, only the continuation of moving further down a line that makes more and less sense the more it progresses until further down the line again it inverts or so it seems because there is no word we know that describes it better than that, similar, yet in a way that completely defies our definition of invert.
And, all I have asked of each of you, to which you came to realize you had no choice in, was that you follow me down these paths of madness, that you take a ride or two toward new destinations. And, worry not for those you left behind, because as you’ve all begun to see, no doubt, they catch up again in new and interesting ways, or so it seems.
And isn’t it the funniest thing that you’ll never meet another quite like me until you look in the mirror, see it all around and still come to the conclusion that none of them are quite like me, none of them or I are anything quite like you and none of us are quite like each other though we’re all exactly the same.
And, isn’t it interesting that the more the pitch is increased, the pace, the more it seems to decrease, until it all evens out.
Like a dinner for schmucks as we pat each other on the head, shake each others hands and compliment each other loudly on things we all have in common. ‘Why, those are interesting thoughts you have there!’ ‘And, you as well, sir, have very stupid thoughts!’ And we then thank each other for saying exactly the same things and then go on our way.