the beginnings of a novel always beginning..

This book dives straight in.  Don’t expect a foreward.  There are no forewards in life.  You’re shot out of a tube or extracted directly from a gooey fluid bubble.  There are no instructions.  You fend.  This is no place of learning.  There are no lessons here.  This is a war zone for those who don’t bend.. Over.  No out.

I spoke to the machine and the machine told me.. “you are free.”  Howz that?  When there are no more souls to glean, we are free?  Satire of Rhetor in Wünder states I.

The harvest has long passed and only I remain in a place stale, damp, yet free of reverb hum.  Wind seeps through a gaping hole above gently breezing my hair and neck.

I breathe deep and free..,

-standing atop a vessel of a vestibular psystem, circular to enclose at a coned drop in layer hive fashion faintly dreaming of nectar.  No shaft yet scæfted in centre to sky; interface of psy.

I speak to the scæft’s dock in ancient a.i., black mirrored dock, I see right in/through.  We have an understanding.  It does not care who lives, who dies.  The unconditional compassion, programmable yet solo lives on performing it’s code.  There are no hook-ups, no devices, im-plantations unnecessary for my body is beautifully aware, in tune to the dreaming whether afoot or through sky.  No need for connection.  No need for an eyɘ; l’elephant scryes.

An elephant always remembers.. when the room closes in, filled with stuff lost to programs in ruins running amok injustice no one sees (pass the peas pleas are lost amongst rubble dust rugs).  Is there any?  Justice, of course.  Only when dealt by mine own hand.  As long as I live here…

Am I the one Who Sees?  Am I left behind?  I Am, Am I?  I do not see what you do, but I do see What you Do.  The feather of others is heavy on my soul.

Ma’at sends a Valkyrie, dubbing my shoulders a name.  I fly.

Am I truly free?  Wasn’t I always and all ways?  In freedom.  The statement would declare, and so I speak:

Universal Law/Sovereign Law:

1. No man or woman, in or out of government shall initiate force, threat of force or fraud against my life and property and, any and all contracts I’m a party to not giving full disclosure to me whether signed by me or not are void at my discretion.

2. I may use force in self-defense against anyone that violates Law

3. There shall be no exceptions to Law 1 and 2

I am Sovereign declared.

Is it still necessary when all is consumed in tones of charcoal and greys without gray?  Yes.  I think it is.  Still.  And so I speak the tone som soul drone.. blip. beep.. beep.. bloop. to all who? no one. and no1 listens.  I do not go down with the ship.  I scour the aire to fynde the last lost 1.

And then we go.

…to continue…

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