We are plagued by a culture that cannot see past its own nostrils, a culture which has immanentised the eschaton, to wit the goal is the liberation of all constraints to the will of the individual, to liberate the limits shackling their expression and allow them to be all they wish to be and do all which they wish to do and experience everything they wish to experience, all shall be deconstructed, every law and every constraint, every tradition and value! The immanent desire reigns as the supreme law, nothing outside it is holy. Live and let live but living is not trivial, the world destroys, and the way of things is life and death.

If a limb of yours constrains you, cut it off. If the shape of you abhor you, sculpt it to thy design. Your will shall manifest, besides if it does not then better to lose a limb trying to transcend it than to have thy soul trapped inside a cage of foreign design forever! Not a part of thou is higher than thy omnipotence, what did you say something about pride, nothing but a sheepish tale to enslave they lied! Who can tell you, you have no obligation, you are being spawned of your own action of existence there is no contingency in you, let none speak of duty to you, let none speak of composition or of nature, your nature is your own, divine, proud and with infinite expressions, like a snowflake.

In the brotherhood of the constrained, you walk together, hand in hand to liberate thy fetters, all which is high will be deconstructed, and all from the remnants of God will be subducted to raise up those who were lower and this new brotherhood called that God Tyrant and declared all shall be free, from the tyranny of contingency. Thus we are transhuman entities, the remnants of the past species, which was to us but a disease. Need us not the Son of Man.

Not just Genesis we dismiss, but ribonucleic acid, for we shant be remiss, for nor will we be placid. To be beholden to a silly molecule is no better than to be beholden by a book written by those illiterate fishermen and shepherds from Israel. By ravenous Pharisaic dissimulation, was a whole brotherhood consumed with rage, binary on binary did divide domination, yes like an out-of-control autophagy. To the outside, a perverse self-cannibalisation, yet to the inside, finally, the promised liberation. The inner principles from on high were removed, and pesky science was no longer behoved the supremacy of immanence had ensued, and at last, the veneer of reason was eschewed.

But when that last thread of the spirit which comes in and flows up snapped, they liberated themselves into the maw of oblivion and their experience aporia did invade, their identity warring to stop their elements from disintegrating like a dying nation which has lost its animating spirit they tore themselves apart, all of them, each one of them and every part of them. For detached from all constraints they had become a mirage, a dancing of simulacrum, one more horrific than the last torn further this way or that by every one of the passions, they could only look back in horror longing for what was, for their place in the cosmic order they rejected, tortured more and more as they became less recognisable, they had succumbed as Dorian Gray, they had reaped death as their reward for sin, for their unending search for novelty.

Do not be a naive child who thinks their parents do not do what you desire out of cruelty but believe the truth that they do it because sometimes the child’s will is contrary to their well-being in a way which is difficult for the child to understand.

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