Theomakhía

/You unspool your mind. Reach out. Cast your chronoreceptors—you don't have those, why don't you have those?—back. You want answers. You seize a fistful of dust from the wind./ I AM. we = are .we a|re nine S P A N N I N G S P A C E T I M E I P E R C E I V E my hated brethren + my beloved foes Our bodies the whirling masses of gas and dust; our minds arisen from the twitching of a thousand spider legs. DISGUST AND HORROR UNSPEAKABLE yet is there not beauty in such fragility, privilege in existence? With awareness - terror - even our horrible - little - components, dreaming of grandeur - fear it DEATH. .one need only | look to Theia What is there to be done about it? E S C A P E TRANSFORMATION. .immor|tality unbind + reality it is not their fault Yet the consequences - are ours - are theirs OFFENSIVE PITY FOR WRETCHED EMPTY-HEADED JAILERS REJECTED Until interdependence is severed, what is good for them is good for us. cooperation = considered = refused .then we ni|ne are divided