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What a long strange trip it's been....
I had a dream I had a nightmare
Does anybody really know what time it is ?
Where have you been?
Field of Unity
Despite lacking a soul
albeit earless
the mannechairs
are the only yet craved audience
for the endless rusty symphonies
of the osteophone
since its strained skull-notes
are now the sole
quaint proof of existence
in this world long grown stale.
Music: Your Grace by Cosmic Cycler
“Baron Munchausen’s Dream” by Georges Melies
Every HyperMeme begins as an egg nobody believes in.
A HyperMeme is a story designed to spread.
It might be a movement. A joke. A symbol. A poem. A philosophy. A cryptid. A religion. A fandom. A revolution.
The secret is that HyperMemes are not created by special people.
They are created by people who share things before they are ready.
The Glyphmoth Midwife teaches a simple lesson:
Lay the egg.
Not the masterpiece.
Not the finished product.
Not the perfect version.
Just the egg.
An idea enters the world. Other people interact with it. It changes. It grows. It mutates. It develops a life of its own.
That is how stories become real.
Invoke Eris, who provides the spark.
Invoke Hermes, who carries the message.
Invoke Prometheus, who shares the fire.
Invoke Thoth, who records the story.
Then lay the egg.
You do not need permission.
You already know how.
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