Souls at bay align freedom with safety, irrespective of others. For instance, the finite courtesy offered those who ventured their lives for the sake of conscience during the Corona crusade. Unsparing and militant, the plurality paid tribute to the Dark Ages throughout the religious campaign.
“Self-centeredness today, tomorrow, and forever.” A tacit refrain. People slip into vanity like a warm garment. (Indeed, chattel slavery ended not according to goodwill, but a playbill. In the fullness of time, luminaries wrought change using the faithful instrument of war as customary).
Industry and machine manufacturing carry spiritual components. Persistent infusions of biologic agents and mass induction produce glorified hirelings that harvest wages only to consume amenities. Nay, wall-to-wall simplicity fosters an inflated median age and inflamed sense of self. Still, the persistent craze of escapism betrays regnant narcissists.
Our ecosphere endures patent and mysterious conversions—brought on by solid heretics—rendering it less desirable. So, connecting with virtual reality helps examinees cope with a decaying totality. However, conforming to the revolutionary landscape evokes symmetry. Trusted solons ply simulation to carry volunteers from fact to fiction, reality to insanity. Dense hordes perceive simulation as a shaft of light, a moonbeam amid gross darkness.
Alchemists propose to inhabit a biosphere past earth in the wake of adapting human nature, for inherent nature proves contrary to spartan worship of “the morning star.” Leveraging pharmaceuticals, experimenters avail to reave the supernal covering of conscience, leaving subjects to twirl naked under the strings and rods of Lucifer et al. (a dark night of the soul). Yet universal time acts like antitoxin, preventing the spread of fallen humanity.
Earth and civilization are shadows of time… set to expire.
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