simulacra

Imitators outnumber innovators 10,000 to one. What we call our world is the creation of jealous imitators who stole every idea they have and deformed and perverted it into their schemes of slavery, debasement and totalitarian control. Innovators are hated, ridiculed, defamed, and murdered. . .and sometimes after they are long dead they become lionized gods of false religions (once their ideas have been bastardized and co-opted beyond all recognition). Imitators do not mind that they all look alike. they are relieved to avoid any burden of thinking independently or creatively. All around us are counterfeits of divine infinities that act like a steam valve--the last chance to trap the seekers and convince them they have found what they sought. All the exits are blocked off and stuffed with the bloated corpses of those who tried to escape. On top of the temple mounds of this planet you will find a mockery and an effigy. . .where there was once the awakened buddha or the gnostic christ you will find ronald mcdonald and kanye west being worshiped as geniuses and sex-symbols. their followers are ready to kill you if you suggest that, in fact the truth of their message was stolen thousands of years ago and replaced with a decoy filled with poison mental viruses. Somewhere some fat, bloated caricature of baron harkonnen is sitting on a pile of wisdom from the ancients. He has pried apart all their inventions with a rusty screwdriver and tried to take out the gears and reassemble them into a mechanism of enslavement. . .he understands nothing of their content, and yet hordes them all to himself. the blind god has a nightmare every night that some iconoclast will sneak in and steal the essence of one of his trinkets and begin the inevitable liberation of mankind. His stronghold is guarded by an army of sellouts, politicians, televangelists, professors, doctors, scientists, and con-artists who will cripple you and your children with lies if you attempt to approach. do you doubt this? look around you at all the debased apes who imagine themselves lords of the earth and the pinnacle of evolution. they are all rotting from the inside and love nothing better than their own destruction, addiction, and infantile lust to be the center of an imaginary universe. no one is sick of it (as far as i can see). Everyone appears to be eagerly bolstering the foundations of this hellish system and devoting their youth and vigor to the endeavor. . .true, some do not, but these you will find only on the farthest margins. . .invisible to the eyes of the profane except as a target. . .never mind. . .scroll on down and continue serving the edifice of delusion. . .it is sweet and delicious to you. I am happy to harvest all that you abandon. from your refuse i will build the world to come.