Must Nuke It from High Orbit · Fixes Every Problem in World ▹
We are still not looking inward. Mitigation of external risk is symptomatic relief. Not looking at the roots of our disease — and relapse is inevitable. The root is in each subject's assertion of self-primacy. It's not nuclear science – but it does lead down to nuclear solutions in the end. Defending that twisted nucleus we hold in fragmentation from the collective, driving our self-centered agendas. ☣️Tempora Mors ▹
Rulers Feared, Loved, Unseen · Governing Mirror of Awareness ▹
We have three classes of rulers. One – the tyrant, the bully, spinning threads of fear. Another – the beloved caretaker, attuned with the needs and hopes of people. And beyond – the unseen sovereign, aligned, balancing, never to be seen or heard of. Our systems – political, economic, etc. – are products of the workings and structures of our awareness. The patterns in our minds and the collective mind are the root and caster of our governance. ☣️Tempora Mors ▹
World Gone FUBAR · Flushing · It's Exactly As You Crafted It ▹
"You trying to save the world or something?" So actually, really, no. The world is technically speaking "FUBAR". It doth not seem like it's looking to be saved on any level. Heavyweight battle parties rolling onward into the future, gazing at the world through myopic periscopes. I witness & watch the world pass by. What I've said is said — and I'm done. ☣️Tempora Mors ▹
Reset Time: Winter Is Coming! · Make Your Choice: Link or Fall ▹
Winter is coming. The final entropy of awareness. Caused by broad-spectrum systemic entropy. Degradation of the interconnected system. Most will not make it through the purge that is coming. Natural systems will realign. Make your choice. Integrate or prepare to be recycled and upcycled. ☣️Tempora Mors ▹
Four Horsemen in Horizon! Your Terminal Riders Staged ▹
Civilization collapse. Terminal looming. Classic Four Horsemen of Apocalypse. The White Rider of Global Dominion. Come the Rider of Warfare for resources. Come the Bartering Rider of inequality. And the Pale Morbid Rider at the end when all is taken. Entropy. All of it powered by our twisted belly-buttons — false centers of the collective world. ☣️Tempora Mors ▹
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