An Exploration of How to Survive 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸

CRIT
07-23-02022

My Gටᗪ . . . beautiful reader . . . can I see your 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸𝒮 there?!

Yes! Your 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸𝒮 are flowing out your soul holes. They’re blinding me, your gleam beam pleasures of fulfilled 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸𝒮. Of . . .

Ｊ҉Ｏ҉Ｉ҉Ｓ҉Ａ҉Ｎ҉Ｃ҉Ｅ

They are s̶p̶l̶i̶t̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ up everywhere for Gටᗪ’s sake; felt, then discarded. They are littering the Earth. Get a hold of yourself!

ᗷ҉ ҉O҉ ҉O҉ ҉ᗰ҉ - ᗷ҉ ҉O҉ ҉O҉ ҉ᗰ҉ - Then DUST - ᗷ҉ ҉O҉ ҉O҉ ҉ᗰ҉ - ᗷ҉ ҉O҉ ҉O҉ ҉ᗰ҉ - To DUST - ᗷ҉ ҉O҉ ҉O҉ ҉ᗰ҉ - ᗷ҉ ҉O҉ ҉O҉ ҉ᗰ҉ᗷ҉ ҉O҉ ҉O҉ ҉ᗰ҉ - ᗷ҉ ҉O҉ ҉O҉ ҉ᗰ҉ᗷ҉ ҉O҉ ҉O҉ ҉ᗰ҉ᗷ҉ ҉O҉ ҉O҉ ҉ᗰ҉ᗷ҉ ҉O҉ ҉O҉ ҉ᗰ҉ - DUST DUST

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𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 :: The urge for difference from what is current. 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 is dimensional. The difference can be sought in a future (aspiration), a past (nostalgia), or even a current (uncertain yearning).
S̶p̶l̶i̶t̶ :: The distance traveled, the line of intensity between 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 & the manifestedＪ҉Ｏ҉Ｉ҉Ｓ҉Ａ҉Ｎ҉Ｃ҉Ｅ҉ .
Ｊ҉Ｏ҉Ｉ҉Ｓ҉Ａ҉Ｎ҉Ｃ҉Ｅ҉ :: The collapse of the s̶p̶l̶i̶t̶, resulting in the temporal ecstasy of perceived manifestation.
𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 - s̶p̶l̶i̶t̶ -Ｊ҉Ｏ҉Ｉ҉Ｓ҉Ａ҉Ｎ҉Ｃ҉Ｅ:: A total rotation, or wavelength, of a cycle (an ᴱᵀᴱᴿᴺᴬᴸ 𖣘 ᴿᴱᵀᵁᴿᴺ).
ᐯටᒪᑌTIටᑎ :: The macro totality of all ᴱᵀᴱᴿᴺᴬᴸ 𖣘 ᴿᴱᵀᵁᴿᴺ cycles. To know it is to know wholeness.
🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂 🄾🄵 🄲🄰🄿🅃🅄🅁🄴 :: An mindless coding construct (i.e. governing apparatus, capitalist apparatus, ego-pain apparatus) that captures a density of 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 - s̶p̶l̶i̶t̶ -Ｊ҉Ｏ҉Ｉ҉Ｓ҉Ａ҉Ｎ҉Ｃ҉Ｅ cycles in order to energize its expansion project.

How do any of us survive these 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 explosions unending. And these s̶p̶l̶i̶t̶s̶? These wretched distances between a 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 & that sweetＪ҉Ｏ҉Ｉ҉Ｓ҉Ａ҉Ｎ҉Ｃ҉Ｅ dancing out there in that striven-for imagining. Maybe, for a lark, we go backward. We reverse our steps away fromＪ҉Ｏ҉Ｉ҉Ｓ҉Ａ҉Ｎ҉Ｃ҉Ｅ, across all the s̶p̶l̶i̶t̶s̶. Back, back, back rolls the wheel, tailspinning to the first 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸.

Is there a GටᗪᕼEᗩᗪ back there, or just a void? Is there a difference?

Enough, that is a distraction! Don’t go backward now, my soul, I got someＪ҉Ｏ҉Ｉ҉Ｓ҉Ａ҉Ｎ҉Ｃ҉Ｅcoming in hot! A s̶p̶l̶i̶t̶ has closed again— 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 collides with its manifest again. Fireworks, transcendence,Ｊ҉Ｏ҉Ｉ҉Ｓ҉Ａ҉Ｎ҉Ｃ҉Ｅ҉!!!

Let it last just a moment longer this time.

But it never lasts. SweetＪ҉Ｏ҉Ｉ҉Ｓ҉Ａ҉Ｎ҉Ｃ҉Ｅ has vamoosed, again. After the afterglow, what remains in the void . . . my soul’s empty ᗯටᗰᗷ? What a perfect abode for a soul to create something new, right? A potentiality space . . . a place to sneak a peek at ᐯටᒪᑌTIටᑎ.

But soul, you are a 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 machine, & a 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 you will soon create.

ᴱᵀᴱᴿᴺᴬᴸ 𖣘 ᴿᴱᵀᵁᴿᴺ

The 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 is already gestating. Can it be a soul’s alone, an immaculate conception, or have I picked up some external DNA somehow? Do I feel the codes of an 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂 🄾🄵 🄲🄰🄿🅃🅄🅁🄴? Gasp! Be quick about it. Abort! Abort!

Too late.

The 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂 boundary must be extended. A new s̶p̶l̶i̶t̶ creation to yank my soul’s gaze from the ᐯටᒪᑌTIටᑎ. My 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 must come to term, I’m on the clock.

Because the 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂 expands off our 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸𝒮. It coaxes our 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸𝒮 forward. Forward, forward, forward, expanding & expanding . . . like my hyperventilating lungs.

“I am nature, I encompass the world.”

. . . preaches the 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂, as it proceeds to absorb evermore externality.

Ah . . . but its expansion exposes its great lie, because it expands into something. It can’t encompass all.

There is a ░B░E░Y░ට░N░D░.

What if I go backward, again? I find this 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂 so unbearable, I am often lulled by memories of my bygoneＪ҉Ｏ҉Ｉ҉Ｓ҉Ａ҉Ｎ҉Ｃ҉Ｅ. The urge is dangerously logical— patho-logical. Maybe this nostalgic 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 is the ░B░E░Y░ට░N░D░? It is not a forward 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸, afterall. Maybe it dodges the 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂 🄾🄵 🄲🄰🄿🅃🅄🅁🄴?

It will not.

The 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂 learned to capture that as well. In nostalgia, it discovered new fuel to burn. It began to expand its threshold through time, as well as space. It stopped being directional. It became 𝐃ⒾΜⓔ𝐧𝐬ί𝐨𝐍ⓐl.

This was so successful that the 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂 now encourages nostalgic 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸. A dulling soul is groomed to consume the reheated left-overs of pastＪ҉Ｏ҉Ｉ҉Ｓ҉Ａ҉Ｎ҉Ｃ҉Ｅ, culture re-re-re-re-re-booted. Recycle, Reuse, . . . reduce a soul.

For a soul to 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 reanimated corpses over newness, over glorious ᐯටᒪᑌTIටᑎ, is this not madness!? If it is madness, than why does the 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂 require our soul to go mad?

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Dictated by efficiency, the 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂 tooled it rude mechanicals to capture and exaggerate our soul’s mad longings. The 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂 expands as a soul contracts. We seeing less & less of the beautiful totality, the ᐯටᒪᑌTIටᑎ .

Is it really true, my soul, that 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 can be duped into building its seeking its own harness & blinders, blocking its own vista of ᐯටᒪᑌTIටᑎ. Who robs me of mine, sapping my 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 ᑭටᗯEᖇ from my soul’s becoming? Must I aid the machinations, titillate the dark economics? Must my soul be ever doomed to this pony play?

Yes, commands the 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂. Because the friction heat of my exponential 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 speed is captured as growth energy for the 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂.

𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 ever-hastened, s̶p̶l̶i̶t̶s̶ ever-rushed, High Octane PreformanceＪ҉Ｏ҉Ｉ҉Ｓ҉Ａ҉Ｎ҉Ｃ҉Ｅ. I miss the unrushed grace of my merry ꜰᴇʀʀɪꜱ 𖣘 ᴡʜᴇᴇʟ!

Please rebel, my soul! This ᑭටᗯEᖇ is ours, it is the souls to keep. Soul, you are a 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 machine, & these machines are ᑭටᗯEᖇᖴᑌᒪ. They’ve created this, this huge 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂. Do I see yet? My soul, our souls, are being drained of the ᑭටᗯEᖇ of creation that is their birthright.

What do us souls, us lovely conduits of Gටᗪ, stand to gain from coupling with this 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂?

I miss my ꜰᴇʀʀɪꜱ 𖣘 ᴡʜᴇᴇʟ!

░F░L░A░S░H░

All of the sudden I ⓢⓔⓔ the years I spent bound to 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸𝒮 for unrequited loves. 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸𝒮 with no view of ᐯටᒪᑌTIටᑎ. I relinquished my ᑭටᗯEᖇ willingly, surrendered my transcendentＪ҉Ｏ҉Ｉ҉Ｓ҉Ａ҉Ｎ҉Ｃ҉Ｅ to false heavens. Then, I was allowed writhe as a 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖔𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖙 seeking self-immolation through the self-flagellation of an unending s̶p̶l̶i̶t̶, my distance from ᐯටᒪᑌTIටᑎ. Such a gentle push and I was my own despot? I made the s̶p̶l̶i̶t̶ my dungeon, training my soul to survive on the pain of yearning,Ｊ҉Ｏ҉Ｉ҉Ｓ҉Ａ҉Ｎ҉Ｃ҉Ｅ as the strike of the riding crop. A kinky A͓̽M͓̽E͓̽R͓̽I͓̽C͓̽A͓̽N͓̽ ͓̽D͓̽R͓̽E͓̽A͓̽M͓̽E͓̽R͓̽ I’d become.

I did not trust the peace of a trueＪ҉Ｏ҉Ｉ҉Ｓ҉Ａ҉Ｎ҉Ｃ҉Ｅ. The subtle pleasures of living would not be digested. I forgot how to 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 ᐯටᒪᑌTIටᑎ, so I learned to 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 the pain of reaching.

Madness, what delusions! What could be more profane than crafting a cell for suffering & calling it a 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 for love? I was being trained to endure an unending s̶p̶l̶i̶t̶— to 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 pain’s endurance. Shit, what a rewarding code for the 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂 🄾🄵 🄲🄰🄿🅃🅄🅁🄴. It will link in haste to any soul that has learned to 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 its own oppression; to labor, endure, & yearn toward whatever the 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂 might choose to dangle as 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸.

I see my soul has learned so much . . . so much that needs unlearning. For so long I felt the ᐯටᒪᑌTIටᑎ sky high & far away. But I ⓢⓔⓔ now, these 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂 wings are a cumbrance. They give me no flight; they only hobble my earthen steps.

So, I’ll drop them as ballast. I’ll become aerial, not by fighting gravity, but by reversing it. I’ll roll the wheel of 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 - s̶p̶l̶i̶t̶ -Ｊ҉Ｏ҉Ｉ҉Ｓ҉Ａ҉Ｎ҉Ｃ҉Ｅ back & down to the earthen abode of my uncaptured soul.

If that soul is a mud hut, then mud must be ᕼටᒪY.

No more heavens, no more wings, no more pies for false skies! I’m taking back my ꜰᴇʀʀɪꜱ 𖣘 ᴡʜᴇᴇʟ!

But . . . where to look?

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To the 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂 🄾🄵 🄲🄰🄿🅃🅄🅁🄴 . . . its consumed conveniences & rushing conveyances; its hyperpalatable food 1/2 wasted & its pay-per-minute fucks 1/2 felt. All of it, residue; the debris of exploded 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸.

Look around you.

Are we not in a catacomb of ᴋ.ɪ.ᴀ.Ｊ҉Ｏ҉Ｉ҉Ｓ҉Ａ҉Ｎ҉Ｃ҉Ｅ, burnt silhouettes of 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 on the threshold edges of the 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂【҉Ｂ҉Ｌ҉Ａ҉Ｓ҉Ｔ ҉Ｚ҉Ｏ҉Ｎ҉Ｅ҉】҉.

With each explosion of 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸’𝒮 ᑭටᗯEᖇ, the 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂 threshold expands.

ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇᴅ-ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴇᴅ-ᴅɪꜱᴄᴀʀᴅᴇᴅ < ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇᴅ-ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴇᴅ-ᴅɪꜱᴄᴀʀᴅᴇᴅ < ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇᴅ-ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴇᴅ-ᴅɪꜱᴄᴀʀᴅᴇᴅ < ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇᴅ-ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴇᴅ-ᴅɪꜱᴄᴀʀᴅᴇᴅ < ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇᴅ-ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴇᴅ-ᴅɪꜱᴄᴀʀᴅᴇᴅ < ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇᴅ-ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴇᴅ-ᴅɪꜱᴄᴀʀᴅᴇᴅ < ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇᴅ-ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴇᴅ-ᴅɪꜱᴄᴀʀᴅᴇᴅ < ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇᴅ . . .

Under the 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂 🄾🄵 🄲🄰🄿🅃🅄🅁🄴, the settled shrapnel of spent 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 permeates our reality like micro plastics. Do we live in our own collective dump?

It's tough to stay 𝓅❀𝓈𝓎 - 𝓅❁𝓈𝓎 - 𝓅❀𝓈𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒. My soul can feel so alienated & oppressed by this landscape of exponential ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇᴅ-ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴇᴅ-ᴅɪꜱᴄᴀʀᴅᴇᴅ. I’ve survived off an 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂 preparedＪ҉Ｏ҉Ｉ҉Ｓ҉Ａ҉Ｎ҉Ｃ҉Ｅ soylent. This gruel contains the caloric minimum for the basal metabolism of a statistical average soul.

Will this 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂 accept the existential starvation of a soul that just can’t seem to nourish their 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 with the minimum?

Yes.

🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂, my soul is malnourished . . . I grow so weak, I’m so close to surrender. Here, 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂, take it. Take the ᑭටᗯEᖇ of my dormant self-persecution.

But . . . not . . . yet, I hear, “ᑕᖇEᗩTIටᑎ.” “ᑕᖇEᗩTIටᑎ” & ”ᐯටᒪᑌTIටᑎ” as a quiet as the tiny ‘C R A C K’ of a sprouting mustard seed.

O soul, what do you really see? 𖣘 ʟɪꜰᴇ? Look around you. ᴰᴱᴬᵀᴴ 𖣘? Look around you. The unstoppable growth of the 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂 🄾🄵 🄲🄰🄿🅃🅄🅁🄴? Where is there an 🅄🄽🄲🄰🄿🅃🅄🅁🄴🄳 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸? Is it behind the destruction of civilization or in the faith of A͓̽M͓̽E͓̽R͓̽I͓̽C͓̽A͓̽N͓̽ ͓̽E͓̽X͓̽C͓̽E͓̽P͓̽T͓̽I͓̽O͓̽N͓̽A͓̽L͓̽I͓̽S͓̽M͓̽? Look around you. I see so much contradiction, nature thriving in the abandoned, novel depths of depravity, the unfurling spiral-plight of artistic creation. Look, look, look, . . . through the dissolve dirty glass of the 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂 . . .

Soul, we must recalibrate. Harmonize to the liberatory field of ᐯටᒪᑌTIටᑎ, float in the flows & relations. Harmonize with hyphens between 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 - s̶p̶l̶i̶t̶ -Ｊ҉Ｏ҉Ｉ҉Ｓ҉Ａ҉Ｎ҉Ｃ҉Ｅ; those hyphens offering freedom-flashes of the endless union.

Look around you & . . .

ⓢⓔⓔ new things

I ⓢⓔⓔ :: Nature pushing, gentle & firm, up from below, oozing chaos into the cracks of the crumbling 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂 .

I ⓢⓔⓔ :: Comrades! A collective of alienated souls that are bound by the longing for a world which could so easily be free.

I ⓢⓔⓔ :: The debris of ᑕᖇEᗩTIටᑎ . . . but as affirmation this time . . . affirmation of our collective ability to create.

I ⓢⓔⓔ :: ᐯටᒪᑌTIටᑎ?

These sights are lighting the 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 - s̶p̶l̶i̶t̶ -Ｊ҉Ｏ҉Ｉ҉Ｓ҉Ａ҉Ｎ҉Ｃ҉Ｅ aglow with its dormant phosphoresce. Am I finally ░d░e░f░u░s░i░n░g░ from the 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂 🄾🄵 🄲🄰🄿🅃🅄🅁🄴?

ᗷ҉ ҉O҉ ҉O҉ ҉ᗰ҉

To become ᐯටᒪᑌTIටᑎ is to become the expanding relational, the bomb that is forever ░e░x░p░l░o░d░i░n░g░.

Because a soul cannot thrive solo inＪ҉Ｏ҉Ｉ҉Ｓ҉Ａ҉Ｎ҉Ｃ҉Ｅ, or s̶p̶l̶i̶t̶, or 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 . It requires ᐯටᒪᑌTIටᑎ. It wants †ᗩᑎ†ᖇᗩ. It wants to cycle its 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 - s̶p̶l̶i̶t̶ -Ｊ҉Ｏ҉Ｉ҉Ｓ҉Ａ҉Ｎ҉Ｃ҉Ｅ ᑭටᗯEᖇ, sparing no orgasmic excess for the 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂 🄾🄵 🄲🄰🄿🅃🅄🅁🄴.

How can it code what is forever ░e░x░p░l░o░d░i░n░g░ codes?

ᐯටᒪᑌTIටᑎ is a cosmos, not a static world. An abode for infinite ᴱᵀᴱᴿᴺᴬᴸ 𖣘 ᴿᴱᵀᵁᴿᴺ cycles of 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 &Ｊ҉Ｏ҉Ｉ҉Ｓ҉Ａ҉Ｎ҉Ｃ҉Ｅ҉. Glorious, but where does the s̶p̶l̶i̶t̶ play in?

Well, the s̶p̶l̶i̶t̶ is placental, it encapsulates the 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 gestating towrdＪ҉Ｏ҉Ｉ҉Ｓ҉Ａ҉Ｎ҉Ｃ҉Ｅ. At birth internality enters externality, 1 into 3. Then, the s̶p̶l̶i̶t̶ must transubstantiate.

Eat it.

Eat the placenta. Consume your s̶p̶l̶i̶t̶ & revitalize. The s̶p̶l̶i̶t̶ can nourish a soul’s insight for the next 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸. It can inform the next 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 of what transpired in the gestation of the last 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸. “How do we get a better vista of ᐯටᒪᑌTIටᑎ?” asks the nourished soul of its s̶p̶l̶i̶t̶ .

But our souls have been expunged of this primeval urge to consume the placental s̶p̶l̶i̶t̶. The s̶p̶l̶i̶t̶ has been coded by the 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂 as useless viscera. It is a waste to toss, not ingest. The s̶p̶l̶i̶t̶ has become nothing more than a barrier between us & the pleasure ofＪ҉Ｏ҉Ｉ҉Ｓ҉Ａ҉Ｎ҉Ｃ҉Ｅ. “Don’t eat that neccessary evil, you will become sick,” lies the 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂.

This is the way of it: In the intoxication ofＪ҉Ｏ҉Ｉ҉Ｓ҉Ａ҉Ｎ҉Ｃ҉Ｅ the 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂 absconds with the placental s̶p̶l̶i̶t̶. We don’t complain; it has been coded as vile. The 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂 absorbs it. In its absorption it grows to know how to keep a soul’s gaze averted from ᐯටᒪᑌTIටᑎ’s tug. It learns to code in more longings, more lack, more rapidly, with ever more subtlety.

𝕭𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖛𝖊 𝕾𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊! 𝕭𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖛𝖊? 𝕾𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊?

And so, with each generation of 🄲🄰🄿🅃🅄🅁🄴🄳 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 , the soul is sensorily dulled & the 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂 is a greater tooled. Because this 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂 is a mindless continuous-process-improvement enterprise.

So get ready, the 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂 has fresh codes to help a soul to cope with capture. A soul should be . . .

𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 - Obliterated :: Kill your 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 to collapse the s̶p̶l̶i̶t̶ distance from Gටᗪ (spiritual bypass)

or

𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 - Accelerated :: Make mini - s̶p̶l̶i̶t̶s̶, s̶p̶l̶i̶t̶s̶ so small they become inperceptible to produce rapid mini -Ｊ҉Ｏ҉Ｉ҉Ｓ҉Ａ҉Ｎ҉Ｃ҉Ｅ (hedonic bypass)

or

𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 - Profanated :: Kill yourＪ҉Ｏ҉Ｉ҉Ｓ҉Ａ҉Ｎ҉ＣＥ҉ to collapse the s̶p̶l̶i̶t̶ distance from Gටᗪ (Ascetic bypass)

Who framed all these option constraints? Who stands to gain from our rejected & discarded data? Only, the 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂 🄾🄵 🄲🄰🄿🅃🅄🅁🄴, beautiful reader.

This is not how it should be, beautiful souls. The s̶p̶l̶i̶t̶ is our synchronization field within ᐯටᒪᑌTIටᑎ’S network . . . s̶p̶l̶i̶t̶s̶ are ░B░O░N░D░S░. If they are lost, then a soul it left with gaping holes; openings for entry of an 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂.

The invitation to everything reads, “You are already everything!”

Time to ░e░x░p░l░o░d░e░.

Have you eaten your placenta yet, you ᗩᑎIᗰᗩᒪ?

I’m ᗩᑎIᗰᗩᒪ, you’re ᗩᑎIᗰᗩᒪ, we’re ᗩᑎIᗰᗩᒪᔕ.

ᗩᑎIᗰᗩᒪᔕ hiding from ourselves and others. Hiding in plain sight.

What does the 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂 🄾🄵 🄲🄰🄿🅃🅄🅁🄴 do to the souls of ᗩᑎIᗰᗩᒪᔕ? It tames them. Tames them with regular feeding, food for souls who embrace the codes of control. Rebel, and get the whip. The beating feels better when the soul embraces the codes of control. The beatings won’t stop, but they will feel better, feel pleasantly deserved.

Our ᗩᑎIᗰᗩᒪ souls are formed into organs of production; levers, load bearers, & calculation machines. Our chaotic cosmos is gridded with predictable tracks of 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸. Only 🄱🄴🄰🅂🅃🅂 🄾🄵 🄱🅄🅁🄳🄴🄽 ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ-ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴇ-ᴅɪꜱᴄᴀʀᴅ row crop 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸𝒮.

But ᗩᑎIᗰᗩᒪᔕ, don’t worry.

This 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂 can only fail. The ᴱᵀᴱᴿᴺᴬᴸ 𖣘 ᴿᴱᵀᵁᴿᴺ, that holy practicality, remains unaltered. It will forever reunite 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 with the totality . . . the ᐯටᒪᑌTIටᑎ.

When I see my soul reflecting off the Half Moon Lake, the Freedom Tower, the one-way glass of observation, the small mirror of a Boeing™ 747 bathroom 30000’ above the Earth. . . what is there to always see?

ᐯටᒪᑌTIටᑎ . . . rushing out my eyes like a stampede.

Ah, that is lovely, a soul is not an ᗩᑎIᗰᗩᒪ, it’s ᗩᑎIᗰᗩᒪᔕ. A soul is not a mirror . . .

it’s a ░Ⓓ░Ⓘ░Ⓢ░Ⓒ░ට░Ⓑ░Ⓐ░Ⓛ░Ⓛ░

It is ᗩᑎIᗰᗩᒪᔕ to take without purchase, it is ᗩᑎIᗰᗩᒪᔕ to give without expectation of compensation, it is ᗩᑎIᗰᗩᒪ to find pleasure in what is on offer, guilt free, by Earth . . . by ᐯටᒪᑌTIටᑎ . Laughter & sunlight, sun’s warmth after cool water, sex, dance, & silence. To sit in on Earth, under sky & do ░n░o░t░h░i░n░g░ & be ░f░u░l░l░.

Full of ᗩᑎIᗰᗩᒪᔕ full of 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸𝒮, flowing like cosmic materium, an ocean of churning milk.

To the 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂, all of this fun is coded【ＳＩＮ】. It is a【ＳＩＮ】to be in ᐯටᒪᑌTIටᑎ.

The 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂 commands . . .

“Something, something, 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 something ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇᴅ-ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴇᴅ-ᴅɪꜱᴄᴀʀᴅᴇᴅ, 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 the somethings of the 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂!”

“How about this thing? No, you can not just take it. You have to purchase it with 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 redemption tokens.”

“You have none?”

“Well, you better form a 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 for the tokens then, ᗩᑎIᗰᗩᒪᔕ get no tokens.”

“O fine, if you want ░n░o░t░h░i░n░g░, how about a monthly subscription to this meditation app, or a crisp new copy of the I Ching? Things to help get ░n░o░t░h░i░n░g░. But you’ll need a ‘ZON PRIME subscription. The first 30 daze are free! Isn’t that nice of the 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂?”

“Where are you going? Stop picking those berries!”

“Or . . . buy this BERRY COMB™ to maximize your picking yeild.”

“For 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂 sake! Don’t start napping! You have berries to pick!”

C̶̢̜̄ ̶͔͈̰̼͕̘̮̍̑͒ͅͅÖ̴̱̪͈͍̪̳̮̪́͂́̑̈́̂̕ ̸͇̈́L̸̨̯̰̘̗͚̞̲̹̫͌̊ ̴͎̘̻͕̰̪̲̭̉̆͋͗̔̾̑̕L̷̩̯̜̱̣͖̭͆̿̃̀͑͒̒̌̏͝ ̸̢͔̦̱̟͌͑̈́Ą̶̠̲̩̮̜͎̺͋ ̶̧͖̘͕͖͈̒͆̂̈̅̀͂͊͘͝P̶͔̞̦̉͘ ̴̺̀̉̈́̿̎S̶̨̙͎̼͚̋̓̒̏̃̑̇̇͆ ̴͔͋͂̇E̸̡̜̱̳͕̤̫͝

This 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂 has a something for every orifice. It crams my soul’s every hole, I’m airtight, stab new wounds then, new lacks to a soul to fulfill-fill-fill.Ｊ҉Ｏ҉Ｉ҉Ｓ҉Ａ҉Ｎ҉Ｃ҉Ｅ by 10000 cuts. Are we having fun yet?

ᐯටᒪᑌTIටᑎ , with your lovely intrinsic field of ᴱᵀᴱᴿᴺᴬᴸ 𖣘 ᴿᴱᵀᵁᴿᴺ, dissolve these codes of the 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂, I implore. Connect us to our ᗩᑎIᗰᗩᒪ stampede. Expand our merry band inward and outward. A community of infinity & unique 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 - s̶p̶l̶i̶t̶ -Ｊ҉Ｏ҉Ｉ҉Ｓ҉Ａ҉Ｎ҉Ｃ҉Ｅ cycles. The orbits of 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 float endless within me, flinging & colliding with all other ᗩᑎIᗰᗩᒪᔕ inward and outward.

We can become 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵-𝓯𝓵𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓼, drifting in ᐯටᒪᑌTIටᑎ. Float ungrazed among the 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 shrapnel . . . in the ░e░x░p░l░o░s░i░o░n░.

Is this the ᐯටᒪᑌTIටᑎ? The space between bomb『&』debris? Is that my true 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎? Am I only . . .

?░ᗷ҉░ ҉O҉░ ҉O҉░ ҉ᗰ҉░?

The ᗷ҉ ҉O҉ ҉O҉ ҉ᗰ҉ is what we are— its our own becoming. We are not our mottled skins, our passing identities destined for dumps; these ᴰᴱᴬᵀᴴ 𖣘 doomed 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸𝒮 yanked from the Earth to wait in the distribution warehouses of the 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂.

ᐯටᒪᑌTIටᑎ, what have you done with my eyes? The 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂 🄾🄵 🄲🄰🄿🅃🅄🅁🄴, the debris of 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸’𝒮 coded becomings is changing. There's a glimmer in the garbage heap.

The worst of it, still the creations of 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 machines . . .

. . . and all 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 machines are dormant Gටᗪᔕ.

Every creation is evidence of the ᴱᵀᴱᴿᴺᴬᴸ 𖣘 ᴿᴱᵀᵁᴿᴺ to creation; creation traced back, back, back, to the ᗩᑎIᗰᗩᒪ first place— and to ᐯටᒪᑌTIටᑎ futures.

Think, beautiful reader, on the attraction of 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎. At first, 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 can be alienating. It doesn’t resemble the landscape of the 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂 . 𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 has its own timeless 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸𝒮 that have seen infinite 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂 come & go. A soul might 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 as it dissolves the codes of the 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂. A soul might discover it's waiting ᗩᑎIᗰᗩᒪᔕ. With each dissolution, 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎'𝚜 subtle allure ooooooozes into our soul. We harmonize with those timeless 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸𝒮, the silence, the interconnectivity, the unfolding cycle of ᴰᴱᴬᵀᴴ 𖣘 ʟɪꜰᴇ. With attunement, 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 can become our 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸. A pristine stream, a shade tree, a a bright blue shroom to; so many reflections of peace.

We learn that our souls can 🄲🄰🄿🅃🅄🅁🄴 too. 🄲🄰🄿🅃🅄🅁🄴 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎, in accords with the 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸𝒮 of 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎. Take its fruits, but crap its seeds. This is TᗩᑎTᖇIᑕ. This is an . . .

ℕ𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎, with it all it’s 𖣘 ᴳᴿᴼᵂᴵᴺᴳ & ᴍᴇʟᴛɪɴɢ 𖣘. This cyclic dynamo, 𖣘ᴳᴿᴼᵂᴵᴺᴳ before my ᗩᑎIᗰᗩᒪ eyes; ᴍᴇʟᴛɪɴɢ 𖣘 eyes in a 𖣘 ᴳᴿᴼᵂᴵᴺᴳ skull— a head, a herd of ᗩᑎIᗰᗩᒪᔕ . . .

ᴍᴇʟᴛɪɴɢ 𖣘 ᴳᴿᴼᵂᴵᴺᴳ . . .

. . . at the speed of a life. Even the ᴍᴇʟᴛɪɴɢ 𖣘 is creation. A soul will 𖣘 ᴳᴿᴼᵂ if it will ᴍᴇʟᴛ 𖣘 nourishment for creation. Yet another totality, another ᴱᵀᴱᴿᴺᴬᴸ 𖣘 ᴿᴱᵀᵁᴿᴺ, another lovely view of ᐯටᒪᑌTIටᑎ.

This ᴍᴇʟᴛɪɴɢ 𖣘 ᴳᴿᴼᵂᴵᴺᴳ, this ᴱᵀᴱᴿᴺᴬᴸ 𖣘 ᴿᴱᵀᵁᴿᴺ, is the stillness in the ᗷ҉O҉O҉ᗰ҉I҉ᑎ҉G҉— all of it within ᐯටᒪᑌTIටᑎ. It is 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 released— made cosmic. There is no separation between 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 andＪ҉Ｏ҉Ｉ҉Ｓ҉Ａ҉Ｎ҉Ｃ҉Ｅ, only waves of interconnected intensities within ᐯටᒪᑌTIටᑎ.

C̶̢̜̄ ̶͔͈̰̼͕̘̮̍̑͒ͅͅÖ̴̱̪͈͍̪̳̮̪́͂́̑̈́̂̕ ̸͇̈́L̸̨̯̰̘̗͚̞̲̹̫͌̊ ̴͎̘̻͕̰̪̲̭̉̆͋͗̔̾̑̕L̷̩̯̜̱̣͖̭͆̿̃̀͑͒̒̌̏͝ ̸̢͔̦̱̟͌͑̈́Ą̶̠̲̩̮̜͎̺͋ ̶̧͖̘͕͖͈̒͆̂̈̅̀͂͊͘͝P̶͔̞̦̉͘ ̴̺̀̉̈́̿̎S̶̨̙͎̼͚̋̓̒̏̃̑̇̇͆ ̴͔͋͂̇E̸̡̜̱̳͕̤̫͝

Finally,Ｊ҉Ｏ҉Ｉ҉Ｓ҉Ａ҉Ｎ҉Ｃ҉Ｅ҉ has merger with the ᴱᵀᴱᴿᴺᴬᴸ 𖣘 ᴿᴱᵀᵁᴿᴺ itself. Each part becomes the whole 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 - s̶p̶l̶i̶t̶ -Ｊ҉Ｏ҉Ｉ҉Ｓ҉Ａ҉Ｎ҉Ｃ҉Ｅcycle. Tread delicate here, my soul. This rapture of transcendent ᐯටᒪᑌTIටᑎ can be mistaken for a morality . . . a ‘right’ state of being. No.

There is no ‘right’ that might reflect a ‘w̶r̶o̶n̶g̶’ in the ᐯටᒪᑌTIටᑎ.

No dualism! Rightness blocks ᐯටᒪᑌTIටᑎ vistas. We’ve circled the square and folded it to singularity; folded it to unfold. No distance! 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 minus distance isＪ҉Ｏ҉Ｉ҉Ｓ҉Ａ҉Ｎ҉Ｃ҉Ｅ.

ᐯටᒪᑌTIටᑎ, please reacquaint this soul with totality.

𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸, go quantum. Send my wolves running in all dimensions.

All my blunders, all my self-deceptions, the fortunes lost & bridges burned, just ᗩᑎIᗰᗩᒪᔕ following 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸; just fireworks in the ᐯටᒪᑌTIටᑎ. The 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 - s̶p̶l̶i̶t̶ -Ｊ҉Ｏ҉Ｉ҉Ｓ҉Ａ҉Ｎ҉Ｃ҉Ｅ- ᗷ҉O҉O҉ᗰ҉ - ᗷ҉O҉O҉ᗰ҉ - ᗷ҉O҉O҉ᗰ҉!

This ᐯටᒪᑌTIටᑎ view will be hard won. It requires the terrifying ecstasy of letting go, of enoughness in every state. Enoughness in every state? What an effective way to short-circuit communication with the 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂 that drives consumption on commands of never enoughness. Which commands we fill-fill-fill every hole of our soul.

But the soul is a hole.

And in it is ᐯටᒪᑌTIටᑎ, the bain of every lack, every self-hatred, every soul-limiting belief.

So, 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂 🄾🄵 🄲🄰🄿🅃🅄🅁🄴 you code toward doom alone. So many waves of you have passed over the untouched core of our soul. The ᴱᵀᴱᴿᴺᴬᴸ 𖣘 ᴿᴱᵀᵁᴿᴺ flows effortless. Tears in rain, mists dissolving in the light rays of a never ending ᗷ҉O҉O҉ᗰ҉!

HA!

What a sappy end.

A rainbow I’ve become.

¸„.-•~¹°”ˆ˜¨ έⓝ𝔻 ¨˜ˆ”°¹~•-.„¸

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𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 :: The urge for difference from what is current. 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 is dimensional. The difference can be sought in a future (aspiration), a past (nostalgia), or even a current (uncertain yearning).

S̶p̶l̶i̶t̶ :: The distance traveled, the line of intensity between 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 & the manifestedＪ҉Ｏ҉Ｉ҉Ｓ҉Ａ҉Ｎ҉Ｃ҉Ｅ҉ .

Ｊ҉Ｏ҉Ｉ҉Ｓ҉Ａ҉Ｎ҉Ｃ҉Ｅ҉ :: The collapse of the s̶p̶l̶i̶t̶, resulting in the temporal ecstasy of perceived manifestation.

𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 - s̶p̶l̶i̶t̶ -Ｊ҉Ｏ҉Ｉ҉Ｓ҉Ａ҉Ｎ҉Ｃ҉Ｅ:: A total rotation, or wavelength, of a cycle (an ᴱᵀᴱᴿᴺᴬᴸ 𖣘 ᴿᴱᵀᵁᴿᴺ).

ᐯටᒪᑌTIටᑎ :: The macro totality of all ᴱᵀᴱᴿᴺᴬᴸ 𖣘 ᴿᴱᵀᵁᴿᴺ cycles. To know it is to know wholeness.

ᴱᵀᴱᴿᴺᴬᴸ 𖣘 ᴿᴱᵀᵁᴿᴺ

Too late.

“I am nature, I encompass the world.”

There is a ░B░E░Y░ට░N░D░.

It will not.

Welcome to ₭ł₦₲ĐØ₥ ĐɆⱠłⱤłɄ₥.

𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 ever-hastened, s̶p̶l̶i̶t̶s̶ ever-rushed, High Octane PreformanceＪ҉Ｏ҉Ｉ҉Ｓ҉Ａ҉Ｎ҉Ｃ҉Ｅ. I miss the unrushed grace of my merry ꜰᴇʀʀɪꜱ 𖣘 ᴡʜᴇᴇʟ!

I miss my ꜰᴇʀʀɪꜱ 𖣘 ᴡʜᴇᴇʟ!

░F░L░A░S░H░

If that soul is a mud hut, then mud must be ᕼටᒪY.

No more heavens, no more wings, no more pies for false skies! I’m taking back my ꜰᴇʀʀɪꜱ 𖣘 ᴡʜᴇᴇʟ!

Welcome to ₭ł₦₲ĐØ₥ ĐɆⱠłⱤłɄ₥.

Look around you.

Yes.

But . . . not . . . yet, I hear, “ᑕᖇEᗩTIටᑎ.” “ᑕᖇEᗩTIටᑎ” & ”ᐯටᒪᑌTIටᑎ” as a quiet as the tiny ‘C R A C K’ of a sprouting mustard seed.

ⓢⓔⓔ new things

I ⓢⓔⓔ :: Nature pushing, gentle & firm, up from below, oozing chaos into the cracks of the crumbling 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂 .

I ⓢⓔⓔ :: Comrades! A collective of alienated souls that are bound by the longing for a world which could so easily be free.

I ⓢⓔⓔ :: The debris of ᑕᖇEᗩTIටᑎ . . . but as affirmation this time . . . affirmation of our collective ability to create.

I ⓢⓔⓔ :: ᐯටᒪᑌTIටᑎ?

ᗷ҉ ҉O҉ ҉O҉ ҉ᗰ҉

How can it code what is forever ░e░x░p░l░o░d░i░n░g░ codes?

Eat it.

𝕭𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖛𝖊 𝕾𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊! 𝕭𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖛𝖊? 𝕾𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊?

The invitation to everything reads, “You are already everything!”

Have you eaten your placenta yet, you ᗩᑎIᗰᗩᒪ?

I’m ᗩᑎIᗰᗩᒪ, you’re ᗩᑎIᗰᗩᒪ, we’re ᗩᑎIᗰᗩᒪᔕ.

But ᗩᑎIᗰᗩᒪᔕ, don’t worry.

it’s a ░Ⓓ░Ⓘ░Ⓢ░Ⓒ░ට░Ⓑ░Ⓐ░Ⓛ░Ⓛ░

“Something, something, 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 something ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇᴅ-ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴇᴅ-ᴅɪꜱᴄᴀʀᴅᴇᴅ, 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 the somethings of the 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂!”

“How about this thing? No, you can not just take it. You have to purchase it with 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 redemption tokens.”

“You have none?”

“Well, you better form a 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸 for the tokens then, ᗩᑎIᗰᗩᒪᔕ get no tokens.”

“Where are you going? Stop picking those berries!”

“Or . . . buy this BERRY COMB™ to maximize your picking yeild.”

“For 🄰🄿🄿🄰🅁🄰🅃🅄🅂 sake! Don’t start napping! You have berries to pick!”

?░ᗷ҉░ ҉O҉░ ҉O҉░ ҉ᗰ҉░?

ⓐⓟⓟⓐⓡⓐⓣⓤⓢ ⓞⓕ ⓒⓞⓞⓟⓔⓡⓐⓣⓘⓞⓝ

ᴍᴇʟᴛɪɴɢ 𖣘 ᴳᴿᴼᵂᴵᴺᴳ . . .

ᐯටᒪᑌTIටᑎ, please reacquaint this soul with totality.

But the soul is a hole.

HA!

What a sappy end.

A rainbow I’ve become.

¸„.-•~¹°”ˆ˜¨ έⓝ𝔻 ¨˜ˆ”°¹~•-.„¸