Bloody Theory of Divine Light

This series of psy-ops on the public mind has different foci, some like CERN are artifacts, or Obelisks everywhere in D.C. and NYC. Others are planned events as when media joins orb watchers to report windmills and Don Quixote must come flying with spear in hand. All are image echoing, Werther Effects to produce compliance by means of forced middle choice. This involves Images philosophical paradigms like the golden age to to tell a story in images or eidola that the subjects don't object and grant TACIT PERMISSION TO HAVE BEEN GRANTED, allowing programmed cognition of public memes. This demonstrates the control of the body politic of the masses. Every epic must be read in this way illiterately.

You get the drift. This Dante Futurum is a fiction demolition of that academic system which got out just before the virus hit and hadn't been spun or transformed linearly when Euclidean space was subjected to slight. This intellectual web is like a Netflix managing director at Thiel Capital, the Evergreen king, and the doped psychologist Peterman, all them hopped up intellects, except for discovery of the mouse telomere failed late. It is Laocoön Revisited, picked now from an interest in the vernal description of some painting as if the Bosch and Breughel ekphrasis wokes of art convert all repetition, echo, and progression to simultaneity. To make the poem like the sculpture transcending to the circular and metaphorical bending linear to circular is considered superior and unbound, while the statue transcends from stasis to unending movement. This circularizing the linear, the critic says, who quotes the famous Eliot, "stillness, as a Chinese jar still moves perpetual in its stillness, but mere idea, not felt, that will turn and will be forever still" merely sums up a Natsar's place in this world from his first and further rest. Read Eliot's lines much as others do from a hundred repetitions in action/no action of invention, so all those sculptures and more fall in the fire and fuse with the shelf. Then understand when Zarathustra came to that Pied Cow town founded by Bosch many folk in the market-place wanted Uberman so there he bode, couched in the principles of the uncanny and strange everyday.

Pied Cow is bounded on all sides by wilderness, the ocean and forest of that rooted world of grasshoppers and torrid summers, arctic winters and epidemics, wars of the original Massachusetts Bay or Botany Bay adjusted of course by the errand of Uberman, the subfornical necessities of speech to this Pied Cow POPulation. All live together in the Pied Cow Now fables that point to the truth. We might imagine these studies of indigenous society and families as populars in a naïve anthropology, but these are fables from within, not dropped off from above, or parachuted in from outside. While we say people are more complicated than cows, since they invent fairy tales, those who have not been a cow cannot know for sure. And if you are a cow how can you be a man? Thus the fables tell the complications put on us from above by the herdsman, who if he is not a cow of the herd, how can he be in our analogy a man of the earth? No point asking what the herdsman is unless you know the cow. There's a rub if all these complications are indoctrinated from outside society, like a Zarathustra coming down from his mountain to live in Pied Cow and tell them what is there. As if we who go chasing our tails around the maze of these thoughts planted to confuse shall hear objections from those who refuse that we are really simple beings compared to cows in this, but these are fables that point to the truth. None of them are true in a literal sense.