AGENT SWORDY

HOW DOES HE KNOW?

There comes a pointy time, where things eventually start to fall into place. Unfortunately, you’re still not even close to what is really going on. There is absolutely no real definitive way to enjoy this series of events.

You must adapt to the circumstances as they come to you, and transmute them into something you’re most comfortable with. At one point for myself, all of these actions, the ones pertaining to feeling at ease with one’s self, were involuntary. Homeostasis was demonstrated with relative simplicity. I lacked disease.

Why is it that we are preprogrammed to accept our accelerated mortality? Is it really that farfetched of an idea to realize that the human body was meant to age way beyond 100 years. In fact, it is more logical for the body to sustain it’s youth for hundreds, if not at least a thousand years. Ask yourself, your body fully regenerated to this point in time, has it not? Why is it irrational to perceive your temple as an everlasting, perpetually rebuilding, dynamic dwelling of the spirit, that IS you!?

The more advanced things become the simpler they appear.

It doesn’t require to look like it has capability, it knows it does, and prefers not to flaunt it; as a means of upholding a secure respective environment.

Yet, that isn’t the situation anymore is it? People are changing, only because they seem obligated to do so. There are actually a multitude of new additions to ‘our’ reality. It has simultaneously become more isolative, and cohesive in a way that is also collaborative, when it desires to do so. The good are getting more good, the bad are getting even more bad, and the crazy ones, well, look at this driveling shit. I am writing an essay on the fact that you can’t recognize in some semblance what is happening directly in front of your face, formally becoming hidden in plain sight, as it encroachingly appears, increasingly opaque over time. At this moment, I wouldn’t be surprised if one of them were sitting cross-legged, inverted, on the ceiling, as if it was the floor; cloaked, and squelched for OPSEC.

Knowing truth, I’m gone…

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