Indelible

I don't think a tree is deprived of the gift of producing a reverberation if it falls in the forest and there is no one around to hear its sound: this blog is a "fuck you" to transfigure throughout time & space. One's pure, divine spirit over the primitive law of "Thou Shalt", but deprived of intended transgression. It just is. I believe in God because I possess life. Until the transcendent destroys it, I hold power in lien. I think - & this is important. The decisions of our soul produce sound through the dimensions of totality, that scientific intonation that Einstein decreed, the musical harmony of the cosmos, & your will is the instrument of diction in this distinctive twilight of life & death. It is the tactile finger in the dying person demarcating the imprint of consciousness into this world, like a paintbrush. If physicality is impossible - the produced thought in your brain itself is the finger. It is indelible. It is published.

"To a time when truth exists and what is done cannot be undone: - greetings!" - Winston's Diary, 1984.

"Ye have heard that it was said by them of old time, Thou shalt not commit adultery: But I say unto you, That whosoever looketh on a woman to lust after her hath committed adultery with her already in his heart." - Matthew 6:2.

Our thoughts hold importance. This is the online journal of desisted thoughts resurrected like the inundation squall of a divine deluge. In your face.

The human species is quickly deteriorating into internecine hive minds, at the direction of oligarchical governments (in the truest sense of the word, not just border lines) through the internet. Political activism is the norm, with diligently controlled rivers of information. 

This is the impregnation of predecessor Theologians trying to shepherd our herd species into organized thought, throwing people into dithering fear if they deviate from their directed course. "#cancelculture" is just the instinctual impregnation. Information becoming disposable is the portent sign that technocracy decides what the truth is, but it's impossible to rescind truth. It occurred. It happened.

The truth just is.

I prayed - our intentions, thoughts produce sound throughout the dimensions of time & space, into the infinite beyond, despite the oceans of negation and blackness washing creation in the oceans of time like a deleted Google blog. It still existed, just like the blasphemy it is indelible. It is observed by the infinite.

The illusion that the diminutive individual is incapable of producing a sound is illuminated by the truth of the crucifixion, the image that the individual soul is apt to imprint indelible bullets of thought. The truth just is.

It produced an individual pure sound in the universe. If God doesn't like it, tell it "fuck you." This is the importance of the individual.