Deny the organism, exalt the single flesh. With no cause and no consequence perfection is reached only by pursuing the path of extreme individualism and beyond. The one is all, and the all is One. Ant the one is the only one.
Our army is a strange army: a spontaneous army, almost unconscious, guided by devotion. We leave the sign, not only in this dimension. And the signs align like firmaments, the information grows on itself, the design is accomplished.
Dance without coordination, without trying to block the appearance of something that has already gone in time: it will not last.
The PERPETUUM MOBILE is possible, is mandatory, in our mind: we know it and act according to it.
The abundance loses its grip, and the thing takes over, takes control, extending the more and more quickly. So refusing completeness, symmetry, totality, perfection, we find it. A paradox? Yes indeed. This paradox is solved in our elitist mind.
The of the are shown in our world initially in the state of waste. Everything starts from the muddy waste, rejected by the perfect single-cell shapes, exiled by the light of immobility. Pain, mud, feces, menstrual blood, rotting flesh, rotting plants, fermenting ponds, pulsing placentas, crumbling bones, decaying structure: here the divine rules. Not in canons, not in dictates, not in sterile repetition.