For those who haven’t seen it, watch Bill Hicks on Marketing at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GaD8y-CGhMw

What you, Jon, are talking here about is just a simple negation of an specialty, singularity that provokes (because there is always more than one singularity, and because its a singularity its a relationless singularity) an Unity, a Monolith, a dead all inclusive One (that calculates the different ir-relations of the singularities combined with 0).

But one is for sure certain: This is everything else but a State! Its the direct opposite and corruption and reduction of the State.

As little as such singularity (1) and singularities (1111111…) is and are Individuals, Sovereignty.

So what we need is a state of combined sovereignties that as such builds a perfect sovereignty and can not undermine this presupposition.

So, what I want most is such a State and such Individuals

freed of personal singular corruption (non excess to individuality) and freed from overall state corruption, that makes it a non state, a children eating and from this eating living monster.

Best

Ivan

Eternity doesn’t beckon…we are already there.

Harper Eliot

What is this carbon phantasm of love
Where life is but a fleeting wonder
Illumined by the glorious stars above
Featuring mad mankind driven asunder.
I marvel as the butterfly takes flight
A moment greater than all the poets awe
As day turns into night
And we contemplate the mortal maw.

Mystery of Mysteries!
Did something really come from nothing
Carrying all those bloody pages of history
Or are the angels with us bluffing?
Are we no more than protozoans of hate?
On a tiny world that no one fancies
A celestial petri dish with a terminal fate
Heads filled with immortal fantasies.

Each day a precious drop of eternity
A miracle in each moment unfolding
A rare slice of infinity
In the theater of beauty beholding.
Where are your wings with which to fly
Beyond the nets of cruel Urizen
They sprout with each new tear we cry
Lifting us above hell’s horizon.

And when the dogwood drops its flowers
Such a delicate affair,
A miracle show put on by higher powers
As the children next door play without care.
What a spectacle are the gifts of Sophia
Whose emanation has so blessed us
With the gifts of lush green Gaia
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

What of that lusty blossom
That dances provocatively outside the kitchen window
Food for our resident possum
Shade for some scary black widow.
Dear Sophia shines through every moment
Teasing us with her charming ways
Easing our mortal torment
Gilding the frame of our beautiful days.

Why do we not see the miracle before our eyes
That paints the very atmosphere
And illuminates our dreary lives
Giving our hearts a great shout of cheer!
Did you see that waving blade of grass
Winking with morning dew
Beyond the utterances crass
Of doppelgangers like me and you.

And as we tarry on hell’s carapace
Let us see the beauty beyond time
That shines from each and every face
Igniting the heart fire sublime.
Each moment our escape clause to eternity
That beckons us into it’s loving womb
To join that lost maternity
That quells the winds of mortal doom.