Gentle Jesus join my journey
When I lay me down to sleep.
I would gladly sleep forever
In your kind companionship.
Sweet Redeemer walk beside me
Guide my dreaming by your grace
Help my mind make pictures of you
Let my fingers feel your face.
Should I live to see the moment
When the convict sun is freed
Let me not forget your kindness
Let me not forget my need.
Newfags…
We love you, but -
Do NOT reply to shills
Do NOT demolish their intentionally flawed arguments
Do NOT debate their idiotic "concerns"
Do NOT engage shills.
Do NOT participate in shill KAYFABE
In professional wrestling, kayfabe /?ke?fe?b/ is the portrayal of staged events within the industry as "real" or "true", specifically the portrayal of competition, rivalries, and relationships between participants as being genuine and not of a staged or predetermined nature of any kind.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kayfabe
Do NOT perpetuate shill SLIDES.
Do NOT reply to shills.
Do NOT pick up spit
If you are NOT sure, LEARN to ID shills
shills = hate
shills = division
shills = labels
shills = repetition
shills = envy, greed, etc.
Do NOT correct intentional shill mistakes
Do NOT be triggered by shill taunts
do NOT eat bats off the street
Do NOT bark back at dogs
Spot a clown
Dealing with ye Clowns & ye Shills
>>2322789 Spot a shill
>>2323031 Spot A Clown
shills have no agency, no will independent of their masters. Shills are passed gas of history. The slave of the slaves, their words are writ upon water.
DIG MEME PRAY
Keep it righteous.
In China's Confucian civil service, merit and social standing were determined by examinations.
One exam had a single instruction: "write down everything you know."
"What does that mean" was the question each candidate had to answer for themselves.
The Epic of Gilgamesh
A play.
Way back when,
when men were still a novelty,
and what towns there were
were smaller than a ballpark,
smaller, often, than a pitch-and-putt
and no one sentimentalized the out-of-doors;
when every man was a man of few words
because there were only a few,
and those so open-ended and adaptable
that to pin them down required great force
and weighted presentation,
so that there was no such thing as a meaningless gesture
and people watched each other –
but there were still, believe me, many secrets
and no one was any the wiser -
many years ago and far away
in the ungenerous badlands of a distant country
where the hot sun addled what the cold night froze
and things were rough all over,
there stood what seemed to it's inhabitants
a very splendid city.
It boasted walls, fine wall, made out of stone
and terrible tall,
and monuments - lot's of monuments -
and most remarkably, a gigantic king.
The cities name was Uruk, or Uruk of the Walls,
and the king was called King Gilgamesh.
King Gilgamesh had a passion for marvels -
and since King Gilgamesh was something of a marvel himself,
the men of Uruk were at pains
to make him comfortable.
For King Gilgamesh was governed only by his passions,
and the city of Uruk was governed only by King Gilgamesh.
Gilgamesh: I am sorry for Enkindu that he died,
he was my brother.
And I am sorrier still that I lost Enkindu
Whom I least of all wanted to lose
and with whom I was friends.
But I am doubly sorry
that I, who have until now never lost anything
Should be stolen from in this manner,
For while I have made selections
Which are a kind of loss,
I have never before been denied.
And I am sorriest of all
And the reason I am crying is
That the death of my brother Enkindu
Has suggested to me that I'll die too
Someday
And I'm scared.
The Old Man: And so King Gilgamesh
the great King Gilgamesh
was bested by a little thing
an unheroic snake
and he broke down altogether
and he wept the tears of a furious child
for he knew himself to be a failure
and he held himself cheap
and there wasn't a thing which he cared to do
and there wasn't a thing for which he cared
and he knew the frustration
of one who cannot have
what he thinks he wants
and he knew the shame
of one who knows that at least in part
he was himself the author
of his own undoing
and he knew the rage
the hideous rage
the helpless, hopeless rage
of somebody who's been stolen from
who knows he will always be stolen from
because he's here
because he's human
and because he must be off his guard
from time to time.
But as bad as these things were -
and they were very bad-
they did not trouble him so much as did the cold and awful
certainty
that he had not truly wished for
this bauble he had been denied.
That it would not and could not have made him happy.
That the only joy it promised wasn't joy at all
But tremulous relief
at being spared the pain of its loss.
And it was this ironic knowledge of
his own, his inconsolable vanity,
Which made him hate his life and everything he had.
And it was this self-same knowledge
Which later gave him the strength, the presence of mind,
And the imagination to act out the rest of his life
As decent and productive man.
So it was with Gilgamesh.
So it has always been.
Pedowood has been utterly subverted
have rejected multiple invitations to clean and tidy ship.
MEWC Co-chair Paiman Kalayeh
In March 2011, WGAW member Paiman Kalayeh contacted the Guild’s Inclusion and Equity Department with the intention of forming a Middle Eastern Writers Committee. That July, the department hosted an initial member meeting, but only five members showed up, of whom three did not identify as Middle Eastern, displaying a discouraging lack of interest at the time.
Earlier this year, the Guild released its 2020 Inclusion Report, which showed that, while most major non-white groups were underrepresented in TV and film relative to their share of the U.S. population, Middle Eastern writers had "almost no representation at all." A mere 0.3% of working screen and TV writers identified as Middle Eastern. This stark data compelled Kalayeh, joined by fellow Middle Eastern writer Cameron Fay, to reignite the attempt to establish a Middle Eastern writer-centric committee. The two were determined to increase such low….
https://www.wga.org/news-events/news/connect/10-16-20/introducing-the-middle-eastern-writers-committee
IDK probable abomination bun.
VR is an excellent learning environment easily adapted to distribute large amounts of true, complex knowledge (education/training) to millions of people concurrently.
VR is also the most powerful and dangerous mind control technology ever created
New VR headset designs have the form factor of sunglasses and project an image onto foeveal surface of the eye at a wave lengths beyond the eye's capacity to resolve.
[the foeva is a small depression in the retina of the eye where visual acuity is highest. The center of the field of vision is focused in this region, where retinal cones are particularly concentrated.]
This technology will make it impossible to distinguish visually between real material world objects' and digital objects and animations with which they're intermingled in Mixed Reality.
https://medium.com/@mikenseer/retinal-projection-a-tantalizingly-real-future-of-vr-9bb1fdfc26af
Is this technology safe?
Most of the development is by cult controlled enterprises (Big Tech) which makes VR and MR (mixed reality) technologies likely potential weapons.
Because MR and VR deliver two streams of visual information which are rendered in the visual cortex to produce perceptual 3 D material reality it is trivial to introduce large amounts of information into a user's mind below the threshold of conscious awareness.
This technology is powerful like other exponential technologies it may benefit all mankind enormously or in the wrong hands, used over an insecure network like the internet, it could usher in a new dark age of enslavement for mankind in a matrix more powerful than popular culture the cult employ for that purpose today.