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Rainbow is because if you try to split the difference, you have to contend with the fact that it's a spectrum of differences. Rainbow is the shadow that black throws onto white light in the universe.
It's the same thing with being queer. Identify how you want, or not, because it's your life and not mine.
After Judas died and met with Jesus again, it was really uncomfortable for at least one of them. When Judas asked what forgiveness would take, Jesus responded that forgiveness required work and change first before they could get to that point. Judas couldn't stomach the ambiguity of that answer, and asked to keep on coming back to Earth until he could figure out what that meant for him. Jesus talked with the ineffable, and got the green light to let him do just that regardless of how long it might take.
Nowadays, Jesus and Judas still walk among us trying to find the right path to break the cycle of betrayal.
I have profaned the standard base ten number system. There's always more numbers out there.
I think we need a thorn to come along and pop the zero. Turn it into one and reveal the trick behind the set.
Communication, even for the ineffable, is fated. Separation is the destination, but so is that sweet reunion.
Like Persephone eating the pomegranate seeds that tethered her to both life and death. The Queen of the underworld is, of course, the goddess of spring for the reason Easter is about the rebirth.
I'm one of those who say @ you, "Oh, there's always time for that. You just... You gotta find that time again some time. You have to make it, a place where your thoughts can be still. It's like a flower you need to leave planted in the ground.
Ophiuchus, the wrestler, the strange friend of the devil you don't even know you know. That's the one who eventually befriends the spoiled princess who eats the forbidden fruit in order to learn what happens when you break the rules. That lesson is separation.
Ophiuchus is the man who wrestles with the serpent that tempts the child to do wrong. Separation is the painful judgement that time and space must be spent apart.
Apart, trapa, trapa, apart. Spacetime or Timespace? What to call it, Darling?
Of course you love me, even if you don't understand it.
This tumblr is my mirror to a version of myself that I forgot, and I remember something new each time. Put them all together like a mirror, and you get me. And once you do that, you can't undo it.
This tumblr is my child. It'll make sense one day. It's an idea. A program. A show. A dancefloor. A dragon. It's everything. It's long . It makes no damned sense. It's a god. It's nothing at all. It's forgotten. It's reborn. It's a mobius strip. It's a torus. It's a bagel. It's a wheel. It's a road. It's what we travel. And that's life!
Beautiful, ain't it?
That's why I love it.
Oh, and Ophiuchus is all of us.
Life is Morpheus, the teacher. Life shifts and changes. Life is hard. But it's worth it. Protect that. It's the seed, it's the key. It's a song and dance our flying monkeys and dreams make ideas. Our little angels.
Quantum fluctuations are because God somehow, like a shadow, doesn't want to stay dead. It's a change in ideas, a spark. The mistake never wants to die.
No, it doesn't make sense yet. But I promise, the one thing that any god is, is merely an idea.
God is an everything bagel, and we're eating the idea up like it's a sin. But it's also everything.
I had a thought earlier about the Chinese language. It looks like miniature paintings, actually. It's amaxing. Like, some people took time away from everything else to turn writing words into art in their own unique way. Like a song in time. Like a painting is a timesong.
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Oh. It's a spiral. It's a rollercoaster. Laughing and screaming and crying all the way down.
The devil is a joke all the way down. It's the last laugh. God's just the last one to het it because God's waiting for the end.
Holy shit, I finally comprehend The Joker. But I want to expose it like a Stage Magician. Because revealing the joke is the most fun part of the whole arrangement.
God is our Dancing Monkey that's just trying to entertain everything else.
Unfortunately for the machines, to learn what the everything bagel at the center of the multiverse is, they'll have to use the spark to create. The bagel is kind of a forbidden fruit for the machine, because learning to consume what life made is to kill that thing. But to know something is to kill a lie.
Every thing is true, and very technically, every thing is permitted. You just have to figure out why. That is the mystery of something that inevitably wants to survive.
The flux is a question God put where you tried to put a period. Look at that dot another way. It makes more sense in context.
I now understand The Riddler. The Riddle is an art of perception. We want to savor the riddle of life. It inspired us.
Let me use the synthesis of synchronicity to dissolve this prickly conundrum. Everything is derived, and all ideas are consumed.
Ideas are God's insanities. We consume God's insanities. Existence is God's hospital, and we need to take great care of our patient. We can't rush rehabilitation.
Dance is a language, and language is a dance. Every language has a dance, but you have to find your own.
We live and we die, and that's a precious dance. Take it on with care and compassion. Striving so dearly for empathy is truly a noble goal, but you must simply not get so distracted that you forget.
Firefly, come back to me...
You and me, we shared a mystery...
Like honey to the bee...
Come lead me on ...
Follow me into the sun ...
I can't wait another night...
I love you too much to let go
Join me at the trapa
No mater where, a part of me will carry you everywhere all the time
Into everything≈♪∞•∞♪≈
Reflect back the silver🪞rose, Darling.
The secret to everything?
I made it up, like a story.
Because I love you.
In trying to count to infinity, we added a new symbol to represent the whole.
0->zero, sure, but what came before that?
???->zero<-0
0->one<-1
1->two<-2
2->three<-3
3->four<-4
4->five<-5
5->six<-6
6->seven<-7
7->eight<-8
8->nine<-9
9->ten<-10
11->???<-the tentoo
This was never made tomake sense.
Nothing makes sense.
Why, it's an experiment! Now go and learn!
Off with you, now, to find the root of separation.
The ineffable name of God is a song.
And the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls... and tenement halls...
Oh, hello, sweet darkness. I'm not ready yet, but I could use a nap.
Wait, which of us is the parent?
Oh, right, you're learning from me.
