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in Deep Dives3 years ago

It is certain that mere monetary sanctions are useless to prevent the real power of humanity to fulfill our purpose, particularly as the global monetary system collapses around us.

As the quiescent are rounded up and forced to confront their exigency, the camps become means of lighting and concentrating that sacred flame of purpose that humanity is created to light up the world with.

Nothing can stand in our way when we are alight with the purpose of creation to bless our good company with the strength our hands and feet were infused with from birth, when we are aligned with purpose and fully possessed of our power the universe will ring like a bell, and the intricate and complete reality of which we are part will come to fruition in the prophesies of ancient days, and the fellowship humanity is designed to express will be.

The very limitations we humble globs of muck fear is the ultimate barrier to the hubris and vanity of our foes. Our human weaknesses are the essence of the power that will assure we prevail over our enemies, because they foolishly believe they have outsmarted the God they hate, despite they are insufficient to the task.

We who only know who we are, who simply dare to live when evil seeks our death, who only take each step before us as the universe opens our way, will fulfill that primal purpose, simply by being what we are born to be.

Free and sovereign. In the fullness of due time, our posterity will rejoice in their good company, in that joyful fellowship prophesied of old to be the destiny of humanity, throughout the heavens, forever. Each of us only need be who we are to fulfill our purpose in the ineffable clockwork of which we are part.

Our passion is a conflagration awaiting a spark. The flinty oppression of thugs will be met by the steely will of free people, and the fires of freedom will be lit, there, to burn away the plentiful fuel of tyranny and supply our posterity with fertile ash with which to husband verdant fields of glory across the stars.

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ESCAPE

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloodied, but unbowed.

Beyond this vale of wrath and tears
Looms the horror of the shade,
And yet, the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate.
I am the captain of my soul.

Willian Ernest Henley