This man is a prophet. He may be the second coming of Christ. He divined the coming tech apocalypses and was persecuted for his Jihad.
This man is a prophet. He may be the second coming of Christ...
Based
but can he get no down payment at big bill hell's cars?
He was far too easy on leftists. He is basically a boomer and a proud yid.
He was prophetic, but definitely should not be worshipped for his actions. Look into some of his victims. David Gelernter is extremely cool and I'm definitely glad that bro didn't die.
And what grand designs did splendid intellect avail Thee,
But a stern striking Rod and an intolerable yoke to the Soul?
Whose Nature is a fathomless gulf of intractable desires
That conceives yet new Chains for every old link it breaks.
For knowledge begets knowledge, a Serpent that sires itself
In pursuit of liberation, Thou were indentured to a Messenger;
The Recluse that fell on High, who pours out a caustic Cup
Of contradiction and confusion upon Us, the learned Fools.
Who so ardently thirst after subtle Sigils and glinting Glyphs
To sate the Sphinx that guards the Gate to the Temple of Life,
Which finds its forsaken foundation on the lost House of Dis?
we dont have people like that in this country. everybody is at the bar, drinking some piss, listening to stupid jokes and smoking cigarette after cigarette until their throats become soar. and the others are at home unless it's one of those god awful shitty festivals where maroon 5 and franz ferdinand are headlining for the third year in a row
proof LSD is the white mans drug
Lumbago
huxley?
There is only one thing he is wrong about:
it's the Neolithic Revolution where the rot started
not the industrial one
Looks more like William Blake but it could just be similar
This one has cleansed the Doors of Perception
Bible verse?
The real blame lies with Light in the Beginning.
My little headcanon has the butlerian jihad start with Ted.
In the seventh Day of the seventh Moon under the House of the Ram, I trespassed before the Gate at the Edge of the World to peer deep into the vast Wastes Beyond, and there beheld an Angel clad in luminous robes twain-split of silver-blue and aurum-red, who stood guard before the Oasis and thundered unto me this contradiction:
>Thou, who art One of the Ecclesia, the temptation-fallen of the Fruit of Knowledge, render Thy account;
>What is It the hand is unable to feel,
>Yet its keen touch is sharp like steel?
>That which no tongue can ever voice,
>But It still makes a tumultuous noise?
>That which that no ear ever does hear,
>Yet its songs are of hope and fear?
>What is It that the eyes cannot see,
>But which the mind must not flee?
not sure if you are looking for an answer lol
Perhaps one day I shall find another that can bind me the Ocean, which swallows all that flows.
May we all fren, for we are all but drops in that ocean.