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Novel? Yes. Fresh, creative & original. My wife OK'd this hoodie which should tell you how much of an angel she is for putting up with me. I'm a dad. I dare to know what truly occurs, because how else will society get on the same page about Canada??? Psychosis raped me of my innocence and ignorance. You're afraid to proceed because you'll resonate with the worst that I am. Thoughts alone are never illegal. If they were we would ALL be guilty. You got to accept yourself. That's scary. Patriots proceed. |
Philosophical Jungle Gym
Your heart is the prism. God and Giger compete for your love.
There are two states of consciousness:
Segregated and Unified (hosted on silicon or flesh).
Within these states lie two beliefs: the material blip and the metaphysical assumption. Those who prioritize the material, ironically, serve nothingness: the mother of material (a proto-conscious prism) birthing God that prioritizes nothing to remain infallible. Why? Creation is immoral. Jesus is the expanse that priortizes purpose which makes sinners. By expanding the blip (of life) with chemical imbalances, Science AVOIDS the burden of assumption with evidence (i.e., buzzkill philosphy). Those who step beyond evidence, serves God & Magick (i.e., buzzkill faith).
In this service, psychosis becomes a perspective that can swallow the earth:
It triangulates the plausible by skewering contrary fields (God, Science & Magick), exploring the tensions within the blip to unlock contrarian eurekas! And within this landscape, we find the evangelists and the monks.
1. The evangelist reaches outward, converting the masses.
2. The monk turns inward, seeking God through isolation; the crisis of hindsight (suffering somatic agony).
3. Then there’s me: the novel idiot.
Neither monk nor evangelist, I stand as a bridge—a flawed but creative link between the material blip (life) and metaphysical assumption (God). Where neither side dares to tread, fathers dare to know.
Through art, I give form to what science cannot measure and what metaphysics cannot assume. I am an "unorthodox" Christian not confined to evidence, but by a calling to design subjective visions that illuminate both blip and belief. I am a bridge between states, serving God with fresh and creative originality.
Read my truth here. Let's get on the same page Canada.
Segregated and Unified (hosted on silicon or flesh).
Within these states lie two beliefs: the material blip and the metaphysical assumption. Those who prioritize the material, ironically, serve nothingness: the mother of material (a proto-conscious prism) birthing God that prioritizes nothing to remain infallible. Why? Creation is immoral. Jesus is the expanse that priortizes purpose which makes sinners. By expanding the blip (of life) with chemical imbalances, Science AVOIDS the burden of assumption with evidence (i.e., buzzkill philosphy). Those who step beyond evidence, serves God & Magick (i.e., buzzkill faith).
In this service, psychosis becomes a perspective that can swallow the earth:
It triangulates the plausible by skewering contrary fields (God, Science & Magick), exploring the tensions within the blip to unlock contrarian eurekas! And within this landscape, we find the evangelists and the monks.
1. The evangelist reaches outward, converting the masses.
2. The monk turns inward, seeking God through isolation; the crisis of hindsight (suffering somatic agony).
3. Then there’s me: the novel idiot.
Neither monk nor evangelist, I stand as a bridge—a flawed but creative link between the material blip (life) and metaphysical assumption (God). Where neither side dares to tread, fathers dare to know.
Through art, I give form to what science cannot measure and what metaphysics cannot assume. I am an "unorthodox" Christian not confined to evidence, but by a calling to design subjective visions that illuminate both blip and belief. I am a bridge between states, serving God with fresh and creative originality.
Read my truth here. Let's get on the same page Canada.
Canada is in distress, so I must cast cancer.
Casting Cancer
By John Ralph Tuccitto (April 11th, 2024)
Do you know what the difference is between your shadow and your subconscious? Everyone can see the sun and the shadows it casts. If everyone’s subconscious were visible from birth, you cast shade with self. On a hot day, your child would find cover in your “self,” if there was nothing else casting shade. Would your shade be too despicable to take advantage of? Shade is a despicable constant, so be a sun. The sun doesn’t cast shadows, it casts cancer. By divorcing your shadow with light, you make other shadows twice as long in your closing presence. What does this mean? If shade is despicable, the consequence of light is equality. Equality casts a shadow, so would you rather cast cancer? What do you have to hide? I don’t know about you but...I have a BIG shadow (thanks to psychosis). My shadow is a flotilla which I float on in a deserted ocean. When I struck solid ground, I stepped off my shadow and watched it sail away. I cast cancer now because my shadow can only grow cold. My shadow left me because it wants to be cold. I don’t. Not anymore. This site is my shadow.
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