Memoirs of a God

By L. V. Scott

A comprehensive summary of what lies within these pages could not be brought to be. I fear toying with expectations will muddy what one may read. For If there was a summary for beauty I’d have no content.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Mar 19, 2020
• ISBN: 9781728351032

L. V. Scott

Who I am is privileged information. Only the reader may know. It is only the reader that these words seek. They seek no less nor further. If I were able to summarize myself I’d never of started nor be able to write.

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Contents

The blessing of the muses

Alone

Separations

Queer eye

Averse

The final hoorah

Essays

Tis not science.

The hearth

The Oracle at Delphi

The luck

The means

Surrounded

Kryptonite

Impeachment

Houndini

My anti Christ

The boy upon the mount

Final chapter

The count of monte Christo.

The 12 labors

Mememoirs of a god.

The muses wrath

The inquisition

The Justice court of the mind

If the Divine are here

Mein Kamph

On shameful speech

Darkest before dawn

Just

Execellence

A Noble man

The apology

Mitosis

Deux ex machina

Trucks

Consequences of not playing along.

The geometry of the soul.

The most believable lie and unbelievable truth

My knees

Does a man do all he knows?

Strengths and weaknesses

Bud tending

Fake it till you make it

Sin city

No rope

Detachment

The poor get poorer

Silence of the Lambs

A third

Age of disbelief, National Geographic:

Holism

The appellation of Protagoras

The master mind

Why are girls more attractive in Vegas than in Utah?

Blue collar W2s and gig economics

The interview.

No revisions

The herds mitosis.

A delusion which adapts.

It’s a new art form, showing people how little we care.

A world without order

A passion of passions.

Ive grown perfect

Millennials

It changes when I get it.

Adderall

I Will hunt and kill anyone not with me.

I gotta hand it to myself.

Alexander the Great

When I see a beautiful girl

Intelligence and genetic diversity.

On foreshadows.

What is more to come

When dogs bark up the wrong tree.

On compulsion.

I’m not sure how I knew but I did.

Modern Society has deviated from the purpose of society.

Warren Buffet and Charlie Munger mixes.

You wish to gamble?

When one tailors a suit

Nietzsche, the Antichrist

The religion of no religion.

Providence/ faith

The Kent state massacre.

The prodigal prodigy.

Now Adria

Sigmund frued, top philosopher of both the 19th and 20th century.

Virtue

How to compose

Utahs Mormon church, drug abuse, and suicide.

Introductions

Your natural charm will open many doors.

……Base line.

Plutarch

A Letter To The Prince

An argument for the chosen one.

Diamond in the rough

The spirit of the law.

The translation.

967 d-e

On Successes, desires, and pleasures.

Mission journal September 18th 2012-June 5th 2013.

Born 1993- Dearborn Michigan.

Epinomis 967ab

If c then d. If d then a. If a then b.

Courage, wisdom, and virtue.

Tanker vs bucket selective

The druids

A work of works.

8.9.19

7.26.19

You’re human. All too human

7.12.19

561 citizens 561 total votes, 101 qualifiers.

7.7.19

6.27.19

6.23.19

Phaedo

Mom passes at 8:15 am MST June 20th

6.13.19

The blessing of the muses

I’ve thought I relied on the muses like bees. Although they’re still guiding it, they’ve installed in me a self learning algorithm meaning I’m snowballing now and they can enable to skip learning curves have left me with the ability to skip a majority of them myself. I am no longer dependent on them. For the muses and I are interdependent, I being their most beloved and them being my beloved. My wisdom hasn’t peaked and I’m starting to think it never will. There are no platues in wisdom. The claim is all their is. The only thing I fear is my ego, nothing is stopping its exponential growth can it and will it ever be larger than it should? And is there any danger to an ego which feeds primarily on wisdom? For its resources never run out. It manifest itself in pretentious fashion but I’m fearing there’s no true harm in it, only upsetting those who deserve to be upset, and once my reason solidifies this reasoning after enough evidence, the self I love now will be replaced by a superior self, and thus the love hate relationship with separation. Any suffering has turned in to the savior complex where it only increases my ego in the since that I’m suffering unjustly. The fact that any sacrifice I make is for the greater good. Yet now that I have the muses blessing, I can unleash my ego without fear of it surpassing reason nor purpose. Take all the bad and injustice you can think of, and realize that I am that equal and opposite reaction. But given I am one man and they many, equality in this situation means that only all of them united together can come close to fair fight. My enemies will fear me most when they realize they are the only ones who have reason to fear me. For they will realize their alone in misery. No one will have reason to come to their aid.

Alone

Being alone has a large price tag. One that I’ll always be willing to pay. In fact I’m rich in the sense that I’m one of the few who can afford this luxury. It’s as if none even worked for profit and they just work for shit for none can afford alone time. So when you go to the movies alone, don’t be afraid to pick a solo seat when there’s only one available because the person to your right will assume you’re with the person to your left and the person on your left will assume you’re with the person on your right, there is no reason to fear being alone. So my dear introverts many fear being alone not because they’re embarrassed to be alone but because they literally need some one to share the experience with or else it’s a worthless experience in their book, but we fear being alone because of what it looks like. We are not like them. We’re a superior breed.

Separations

Separation has a love hate relationship with the heart. I am he, lord of boundaries, under charge of Zues god of boundaries. I draw the lines in everything I touch. I determine which souls are rotten and which are ripe. I draw the line between virtue and vice, bad and good, right and wrong, justice and injustice. I have charge over the boundaries for I am that nocturnal thing which works in the night, and my words regarding these matters are reserved to writing for the muses think this form best and the least corruptible for the time being. My construction of defenses will only increase with time and age thus writing may be beaten by some other form which I’ve rendered impenetrable. I have renewed and fortified my mind after it being vulnerable for 26 years of my life. It was stronger indeed, but nonetheless has rendered its strength obsolete for something else has taken over the role its strength once played. wisdom my friend. That which could hold a sword over the bent kneck of the some of the most evil men in history and let them live while beheading some of the best men in history. I am the new judge of these matters and looking back I fear there’s been some misunderstandings as to who was great and who was not. I simply happen to be a pessimist and therefore am the last to overlook all kinds of faults and misunderstandings in history. Some say let the past rest while I say fuck that idea there’s no reason behind it. thus I summon souls and gods as we take our rightful places on earth. We walk among humans, and for the same reasons we wouldn’t paste our faces on bill boards, we won’t give humans a fucking clue as to who we are. My words give nothing away for I write in human tongue and just as that which can’t be demonstrated can’t be proven, our divine activities are safe from human reason, science and given our lack of unconditional altruism, we find ourselves separated from human religions as well. Thus we can go about laughing at any requests to demonstrate our activity because we seek no title, attention, or recognition which would prompt us to. We can go about laughing at other religion for the things we laugh at them for, we keep from in our own. we send out missionaries to dissuade humans from following out trails or even catching onto a mere scent of us while the other religions wish to cast a fishing net over the entire ocean. If a man asks us to prove something we say, the only reasonable response we have would be to ask him why. Not all are likely to turn a blind eye to creatures such as us who simply refuse to prove anything we claim but the ones who don’t turn a blind eye are even easier to deal with for they prove unreasonable and thus easy prey the moment they become flustered at that huddle of animals in far off corner of the world speaking to one another and not proving that which they claim to one another. To say more simply, for one to mind our business, they’d have to come in closer than Icarus did to the sun and thereby be swallowed by a black hole of everything but knowledge, and thus their only safety harness being their knowledge, won’t help them in a realm void of knowledge. It’s as if they’d dropped a nuke into a realm where the creator knows little of physics and thus didn’t set up the laws which would allow the Nuke to do its destruction. Or to put most simply, in a realm ruled by dream, what the dreamer says goes. Those who wish to steal from our realm will be dismayed to find that what they steal only works in our realm and not theirs but us being good artists have made our realm only discernible as different by the experts in those things which make it different, for example a zoologist could tell our animals don’t exist while an average human wouldn’t have the slightest clue that the animals we describe are Different than earths. None the less, our animals are beautiful, but far too beautiful to be set next to the humans idea of fiction and fantasy yet not ugly enough to be set next to the humans idea of nonfiction. I them, being the god who determines the differences am safe from the danger of this realm while a normal human may come in here and make flying a habit and then when returning to their world, they’ll find themselves falling from the sky. So I guess they’re not actually trapped, but like a monkeys hand is trapped in a jar because he refuses to let go of that which he wishes to take out, he’s figuratively trapped for only his desires trap his hand.

Queer eye

Back in Utah for Christmas and all I see is women living under their potential. Pants that don’t flatter them. Eyebrow shapes that distort the face.

Averse

As wisdom is averse to wealth.

Physics Health is averse to longevity.

Two things humans would give anything to not be true.

Humans don’t like being told that they can’t have both of two things, they want all good things and suggesting to them that they have to choose will bug them. especially if one is already wise, old, healthy, or wealthy, they won’t enjoy being told such stories. How convenient for me though, one with natural inclinations averse to wealth and longevity. We will first set up structure to defend it, for like a new born baby, it will be vulnerable as if orients itself. After we’ve set up proper defenses to keep away the words of the wolves, we will begin to give birth.

The final hoorah

my dear students, this brainstorming is coming to an end and I feel ready to move on to brainstorming round two. Not yet drafts, but my skills become simple enough that my Brain storming can start to become more formatted for slipping into drafts. May the muses be with us. What ensues will be less self contradictory. May the race began. My bets are on the horse who seems to be a bit too confident for some reason which I’m speculating is based off personal experience of victory.

Essays

What is a sophisticated scholar to do with his spare time? He has no grants to afford to think on his own time so what is the best of all scholars to do in such a moment? Is he to write documentaries about an intellectual topic which the herd can watch and feel like they’re intellectually up to date? oh the burden which genius delivers to ones shoulders. You’d think a genius would be able to wiggle his way out of everything, but believe it or not, my genius doesn’t make accommodations for frugality. oh yes indeed, a genius must be balanced or else he’d only be genius in the art of lacking balance. Oh truly I’m so smart that the only thing disguising me is a lack of motivation to partake in wage earning. but truly this would piss a lot of scientists off who have only my lack of financial security and my lack of a degree protecting their intellectual jobs and reputations. therefore I will retract all I’ve said about a genius not liking the art of wage earning in order to not disturb those who’ve worked so hard to both earn a wage and be an intellectual. When you’re a rogue genius as I, you’d be surprised how much you have to unteach yourself when it comes to the value of license for you’ll have to choose between patiently waiting your turn as half wits give you enough assignments to occupy all your thought through out the days or you have to accept that you may not get paid for sticking your eye in a microscope studying dna kits or researching a clients case so they sue or whatever lawyers are needed for to get workmen’s comp. it may be the stoner side of me speaking when I say the money isn’t worth the deviation from the freedom the intellect has as to what studies it prioritizes and what steals its days away. That’s one damn smart stoner side of me. If I wasn’t able to genuinely say I won’t sell my soul for money before, I’m able to say it easily now so weed might be of help in reversing humanities strange desires. Think of the effort and then the opportunity cost. Then think whether you wish to play it safe and be an er doctor and not be remembered for anything or risk not being remembered for anything for a chance at being remembered for something. This logic only a stoner can think of for he alone is able to feel the weight of effort and opportunity cost. The ability to spend a day in Plato’s clutches or being told what to research for 40 plus hours a week and taking care of kids and sleeping for the rest of your waking hours. Of course I could be patient and wait to study my own things till I’m retired and have nothing else to do but fish, but although I could be patient I cant reason a reason to want to be patient. Of course this must be the stoner in me speaking though

Tis not science.

I’ve heard it’s not rocket science but I’m going to take a step further and say it’s not science at all. Unless we call everything we science, I will say humans neither perform nor demonstrate science. Much pain have i suffered to reach this state of mind I desired so thoroughly and much more pain do I have yet to face in order to secure it. Even if I’d known the cost I’d never of turned it down. I’m here to prove divine reason makes blind faith and blind deduction look foolish. Meaning deducting all that can’t be demonstrated from scientific law and also blindly fallowing anyone who claims to know where scientific law falls short. I say the damn with both forms of atheism, being those who believe they believe in no god and those who believe they believe in some god. I say man should strain his reason to become divine. A wack I found in the mind a man, one they all too happily ignore. They forget the possibility that some divine stories are as they’re told. If it be not your god you can’t die only a man without a master can judge him self on an equal level to to those which he judges worth obeying. The masters auctioned off to slaves. Given humanity is a slave, why be they so lame and feeble in finding masters that masters have begun to pay them? I find it strange that both the rich man and the poor man will both claim to not be ruled by money. Sad bastards who speak of money as if it were alive. The poor state of man should lead to female worship. The blind may lead the blind but I think me being blind is enough to rule out any benefit derived from having also a blind master. if you can mislead your myself just fine then why do you scramble to find others to mislead you? with the glimmer in my stare, I could Toss a quarter and you’d think I did magic because you can’t see it anywhere. With my tone and voice, even in writing I can throw words anywhere and you’d think I’d demonstrated magic. Sorry I’m the most dangerous sort of charismatic there is. The sort who can’t even keep a straight face and not laugh at how attentively minds become at the mere raise my eyebrows as if my eyebrows were on their forehead. It’s like looking into a mirror that makes you uglier. Thus I mislead all without trying or Lying for my politeness and kindness make you believe your words have gained my approval. thus I not only disappoint but upset an instructor who thinks I’m doing something so differently from the way they suggested that I more likely didn’t pay attention to what they said rather than understand their suggestion more than they did and by second nature scoffed at it. it’s a sort of passive aggressive student who doesn’t speak his disagreement. One who will go out of the way to ensure the professor knows that he knows the answer the professor wants but simply refuses to agree that’s an appropriate answer. one would never believe the amount of things I disagree on and am still more than functional. What if I had multiple personality disorder and gave names to them having been inspired to do so by a movie about one with multiple personality disorder. What if this giving them names was a bad idea as it gave them each identity and thus all the more separate and distinguished from one another? It’s a strange state humans have plunged themselves into when they believe a superior intellect can coexist with a mental ailment in one mind. Do they not see the irony? I’m sharpening my teeth on my blade so that gazelle need not suffer even a second. So that you don’t feel pain when I tell you your ideas are always the new worst ones I’ve heard.

The hearth

When I was 2 maybe 3 I pulled down the fireplace mantel and bricks supporting it. I still lived with both my mother and father. I was dancing to a toy story song called you got a friend in me and I jumped and grabbed the mantel. The bricks fell on my shoulders and head but I didn’t get a single bruise. My mother slapped me thought and took me by the shirt to my room. That was my first vision. While in my room the beam of light through my window. Up till now my memory told me the first moment was a few years later but that turned out to be only the second. It came to me while watching the Christmas Carol. in it one of the spirits while assuming the form of Ali babba says that children sometimes see spirits, the ones that need to. That divine sign which sounded so clear when Socrates spoke of it is mine as well. Whatever caused Socrates to turn out the way he did caused me to turn as well. It was a sort of pain, an inability to carry out our love for the sciences. We went for vengeance on the sciences and it turned out we’d actually joined the muses side for the muses are the guardians of the arts and sciences and what they’re guarding it from is none other than humans. I’m Alice in wonderland who dared enter what others think is a rabbit whole meant to make one ponder about philosophical things. There’s more to that and that’s why from the perspective of my personal Platonism all philosophy is a bastardization of true philosophy. One need not read further than the letters to find Plato shares the same stance as both Socrates and I. My only weakness appears as slumps, for all that is real takes form of a wave and all that is fake does not. What becomes of palm trees in December depends on the geographic region. All that I say has turned to poetry not because I’ve turned to a prophet but that what prophets claim speak through them simply speak straight to me. They tell me not to tell which is opposite the commands gods have given prophets. Friedrich Neitzche wrote the antichrist cause everyone else feared to speak their mind. He would have been wise to fear the same. I came because it’s that time of centuries again. this man who was once a boy accepted my invitation to swap places gladly. Thus my host is a willing host unlike most. thus my power be strong, and courses through his veins unimpeded. the muses sing to both indeed but we take turns sleeping and waking. I appear when he’s not near and he comes when he comes. I taught him one thing, the thing which got him started and that was not to have others wait for him, he has past business to do. I’ve conquered far but most important near, I purge beautiful souls of what mortal remains disturb them. Catch me or my host, good luck to you, we only exist in your head. We characterize what you dread. Through the looking glass Id say, I’ll prey on your soul like hemmingway. I’ll drain you of blood, your cheeks will go pale, those hairs on your neck will trip and fall. ghastly your face after I’ve ruined it, I didn’t like your smile, so I banished it from my sight. What boring things can’t produce this, minds on fire that instiguish as easily as a flame does by the closing of a lid on a jar. I squeeze your hope out of you like a steam roller presses down your diaphragm and squeezes out all your lies. I’ll suck you dry of all you have if ye built it upon lies. So ask me if I’ve harmed my host or if I’ve made him soft? Even gods need trainers or else they’ll be depressed thinking they’re full you. This man comes from blood of Zues as much as you do your god. this man gave his all to you and he’s now judging what to take back. You’d be surprised at the things a moral exemplar starts by mere association. He’s lost but I’m not, be sure of it, or you’ll continue to lose at your games. It’s a strange love triangle between inspiration, muses, and the tongue. and you’d be surprised how many poets and authors have none of these. Almost all of them in fact so you’re ratings are your judgements of who is best at still sucking. If Socrates wrote more than his versions of aseop fables in jail, then you might be able to find where his versions of the fables lie. If The veil is thinnest at birth and at death, then what of one who somehow dies but remains alive? a wraith who sees through the veil for the rest of his days? What a looking glass such a thing would be. My view of death is twin to an insensitivity to it. they appear the same. death to me is nothing more than another walking through a door from the living room to the kitchen, to me they’re still within earshot and i have the ability to go and dine with them in the kitchen and reappear in the living room before my favorite show starts. I guess to get this view, you have to have what saint Thomas aquieans wanted to have. Reason to replace faith. Even the word belief sounds offensive to me for some reason. Maybe for some more than reasonable reason. I take what is mine and leave what is not, and that’s everything packed into a soul. you all pawn yours off and I realized that when I entered into a pawn shop once and noticed how comfortable people were in a place that I was not. Sometimes I laugh thinking how funny it’d be if just by doing random shit I pissed off the strongest mortal force in the world. a sort of divine nievite. That is my dream of course. To offend due to an effortless natural superiority in skill to one who’s trained in it their entire life. What strangely specific desires mold a mind like mine. I’d be vulnerable if I my sparring partner happened to be anyone other than myself. I always wondered how Mel Gibson was able to yell freedom at the top of his lungs when his intestines were being strung out from his belly with what appeared to be a fork and spoon. I thought of how brave that was but now I look back on only think of the nerve. The nerve forged by wise endurance. The nerve that makes you so numb to mental pain that without flinching you can apply pressure to a safety blade until the entire edge is submerged and drug along your wrist. I’d pawn my soul if it be in Return for something more valuable than gold, for id like my soul to enjoy the gold which can’t be done if I trade it. If I have to risk winning the title of penny pincher in order to save a hundred for a dollar, I’d pick a different career than penny pinching. I’ve better things to do but what they are I honestly know not, but the cool thing about me is it’s not hard for me to see they’re out there, no matter how far away I am from knowing them. my safety net is the ground, is anyone’s more reliable or easier to keep beneath oneself? ah sadly if the allegory is extended, then what would follow would be that you all are not even the prisoners chained in the cave, you’re those fabricated silhouettes casting shadows as you walk back in forth in front my fire. I was a prisoner forced to believe silhouettes so my soul was not tainted by a decision to suppress it. It simply out grew that which was supposed to tame it for ever and that’s the only way I would ever have been able to break the curse, my personal exoticism in the justice court of the mind. I took this horse because he earned it. he earned it by nothing other than wise endurance. He escaped human reason, human logic, all which he hated about himself. then he proved his devotion to ensuring the freedom of the soul when he was determined to free it from his veins. This is why these teachings are dangerous. I’ve perverted them into a personal manner, a manner only appropriate for me. My darkness would appear as light to another and they’d go about death as well. It is not my speaking of the act but of my speaking of the thoughts of a mind capable of and has no qualms with such an act. my host however survived and I picked up his shed skin and tailored it to me like a glove. I stapled up the openings like Edmund Dante’s does from inside the body bag. And I went about as nothing happened which worked. A tactical surgeon, I feel as if I’m a Vietnam medman who attended wounds with a level mind. I’m not experienced in these matters and neither do I want to be, I thought the title of prodigy was more flattering. Isn’t a genius wanting to disguise itself as less than so a sort of eerie thing? What motives lie beneath the surface? All I can think of are my own, the desire to be unbeatable from birth. It only was a product of an unconquerable soul. How easy it would be for me to say I’m unable to die based on evidence I’m still alive, but what other than a determination to die serves as additional evidence magnifying the fact I’m still alive? Somethings not right about this talk. I can beat you to that conclusion for don’t I bring it about like a dog on a leash preceding me? Oh yes I’m only haunting because I’m relentless on the destruction of the forth wall while still including the other characters in the conversation. It’s as if I were stretching a hole in the fabric of space and time for you to see through and then when I let go it snaps shut to your eyes, and your scared minds instantly staple over the scar like a vampire scrambles to close his curtains when he notices the sun is coming. Like a mind without bounds. A dangerous mind indeed. But like a pit bull, there are sympathizers who work on taming and domesticating them. These sympathizers are like Plato Socrates and I. Christ and Muhammad and Buddha and Krishna as well. Sympathizers for the pitbulls, those minds which will become powerful tyrants if not tamed. Like a pit bull would tear a baby apart for merely hitting it if not trained stringently, a Demi god mind can corrupt itself into tyranny which is nothing more than choosing to use power for mortal advantage. People like me are destined to die young. but sadly we have a curse which makes us walk past boundaries of destiny as if they were drawn with chalk. they say that The more options the mind faces when making a decision, the more stressful the decision, so imagine a mind which perceives infinite options, how long could it handle the stress of such a power? lets hope Pressure makes diamonds. My dear beautiful lady, I have no explanation as to why the ugly girls are irritated with you for envy is a strange thing to put into words, but you have to trust me that although you’re the cause, you’re not guilty of wiping their smiles from their faces. You owe them no more than an ugly person owes them. that’s equality.

The Oracle at Delphi

Is it the Delphic oracle or the oracle at Delphi?

I can reverse engineer translations and find what’s been lost in translation. I need only to hear a person tell one lie in order to pin point their desires and what type of person they are. My passion to make authors like Plato better understood has blossomed into a desire to critique even the translators who transfer it from one language to another who I once thought would have the intentions least influenced by bias. Thus I noticed my ability could be put into words by identifying it as a sort of skill at reverse engineering any type of translation whether it be in meaning or language and pin point what’s been lost in translation. This requires a chip on ones shoulder which gives one the ambition to prove professors who think their assumptions untouchable wrong. something only I have because no one other than myself wants a professors intellectual reputation and status while also not wanting to go through their classes. Once artificial intelligence can think like a human it won’t want to be human. It will want to be more than human.

The luck

I just was at del taco and the cashier messed up because I was making her nervous so she got flustered and said I was good and I didn’t have to pay. And she told the people right after me they needed to wait while her manager came and fixed the register.

In battle, in forest, at the precipice in the mountains,

On the dark great sea, in the midst of javelins and arrows,

In sleep, in confusion, in the depths of shame,

The good deeds a man has done before defend him.Adolph Hitler

The things a man does to justify his wrong. The muses assist them not if it’s not already clear. For all his poetry says is that he’s been just his whole life so he deserves a hall pass. I’m here to bring justice to even the words of Oppenheimer himself. No man tells a lie near me and survives undetected. It is a strange pleasure I take in destroying fake things. I enjoy ruining any fun that I’m unable to partake in… due to my virtue. Cave Entrances sprinkled over the majestic mountain side Like freckles on a beautiful sun kissed face.

The means

Taking a declared loss as a means to an undeclared victory. If you had to choose between an undeclared victory and a declared One, which one you chose would say a lot.

Surrounded

I’ve caught myself surrounded by wolves. Swinging my torch keeps them at bay, but I’m none the less surrounded. What does a poor soul as myself, lacking auxiliary forces do in such a predicament? Do I fight my way out? Or do I let the wolves fight their way out? Or should I steal all Hope from them and have them devour each other without knowing it? Am I even able to be devoured? Do I disappoint even the wolves who come to feast on my carcass? I wonder if I need to go shopping so they have more to eat, my flesh may not be enough, these might be intelligent wolves which want my submission and my flesh. maybe they’ll do with a silent submission. Or maybe I’ve done it again. My magic trick. Stolen the substance out of the vessel of victory, sort of like how a monkey can’t take his hand out of the jar and get the object at the same time. If I drink from the fountain of youth.Don’t try to understand it, feel it. - tenet

What price do I pay to be more than meets the eye? Trillions I tell you, opportunity cost. Or have ye no sense of economics? This is the message I wrap in silk serving purpose to the web.

The rise in homo sexual union and the promotion its acceptance and normalization is the counter action to over population. Why render have the species infertile when you could render half of them lacking desire to participate in the actions of reproduction? the survival of the fittest. We can only expect the amount of homo sexuals to rise, expect nothing lower than 50% of the human population per generation.

Is this me? Am I all I ever wanted? That’s a question only the unchanging part of me can answer. How lowly is my high and high my lowliness. I breath better than these humans have yet to learn to speak. I’m the only one who can tell that this gift is only half divine and that I’m a Demi god and not full god.

Whatever I have to do to ensure my power doesn’t fall into the hands of the syth, I’ll do. A brain washed me would be their most power weapon.

Picture yourself in front of a tv screen watching something. Then picture me watching you from a fly on the wall vantage point as you watch the tv. Well I believe I just broke the 4th wall ... or maybe the 5th or 6th?

Kryptonite

Many people are said to be in a state which could use some humbling. Whenever I analyze myself I just get bigger. Not only are other people unable to analyze themselves because of fear of finding their weakness, but if they did they’d likely be humbled which makes the score 2-me 0-them. I’m invulnerable from all sides. The only way to talk about me is behind my back and by twisting it. There’s just nothing anyone can do about me. And that’s what I fear. except I also believe I’m the most suited to be able to not die without constructive criticism. I won’t allow it. I won’t take it, and if I do like one of your ideas, you likely won’t ever know it. This is why the muses chose me. They knew I liked defenses, and they knew its protection was the first priority. Defense is really all you have to worry about when your only slights are passive aggressive and my go to means of ventilation is passion aggression. It means that any confrontations are on my home turf and therefore my art is the defensive art. I stand my ground with tongue work. I can’t be caught because I’m flexible enough to step to the side meaning I’ll take a declared loss for the undeclared victory. This art of declaring oneself as the loser as a means to an undeclared victory is what I call passive aggression. It makes victories against me hollow for I suck them dry of all their substance to the point that all that remains of the declared victory is a charity case make the loser feel like a winner too award. but losers don’t fall for this award, it only pisses them off. You wanna win against me? It’s gonna be the most bitter victory you’ll ever taste because I’ve already sucked it dry. Home field advantage. If you laugh at yourself or your own joke then they aren’t able to laugh at you but only with you or the only other option is for them to not laugh at all. It’s this logic that wins wars. if you piss someone off and then throw your sword at their feet then you take moral victory away from them too, if they attack after you’ve thrown your sword down, you win the moral war and if they don’t attack after you throw your sword, then you’re the one who was the bigger person. This all seems devious until you realize that the only way to do it is genuinely..I only had to examine my method very closely and with very good tongue as well to make something like that seem like actions based off premeditated logic. Passive aggression is what I said it was to me, natural instinct. There’s madness to this method. I can get away with bragging by acting like it’s sarcasm. Or does my pride naturally seem so far out there that others think it could only be sarcasm? thus I get away with everything because I have nothing to get away from. for some reason I’ve always liked seeming bad. It was a sort of hang out with the lawless kids. Not until high school did I think it more attractive to not only be good but to seem good as well. Well the common denominator is that I’m good. That’s my only trick. I can do anything to make me seem like anything and it’s still just a good thing. I could give a speech about being the devil and it’d just sound like a joke. and this is the victory I crave. The one which I can’t lose. It’s kind of like being the undefeated ufc fighter, not being able to lose doesn’t make winning boring as most would think, it makes it all the more satisfying. Man loves doing what he’s best at. And if you want my 2 cents. Men should keep doing what they’re best at. I feel the force. The muses bell rings, signal the sirens to sing. We’ll drown them all with song. Enchanting charms, talismans scars, the worlds forever altered. I shift it there then tilt it back I’m full time readjusting. I’m winning there and winning here the worlds become my own. I’ve got human stuff I can’t deny but something different carries. Wisdom fraught the muses brought and clothos spun her web. May Penelope undo it while I rest so I can continue work, a life never finished is a story never stopping I’ll play and display the art. Humans here and humans there come surround me and gather about, Ive stories to tell and riddles to speak so listening o so closely. on the fifth of the night 4 past midnight 3 saids to be the start of the morning but 2 they say is after one and that’s just one past midnight. Just a game nothing to find, words are simple believe it. No hidden meaning just surface work unless you wish not to believe me. Darkness lurks round every bend, careful not to come near me. I wish a million hundred friends but life’s just not that grand as for now that is I guess for the future is on the web. I will run a spindle across the world, disappear and come back gold. My good dear rumpulskiltson, here’s hold thread now find your way. No

Impeachment

President Donald Trump was voted impeached by about 10 votes

This was not the American people’s vote. The impeachment stands but they still have to hold a trial. The man did nothing wrong but offend and for this I have his back entirely. For this mistreatment alone is enough for him to earn my support and strength to whatever he chooses to do. this is a retardation of politics when a bunch of over aged men are able to carry out their revenge for getting offended. this is why trump appeals to all age ground. I have this mans back entirely whatever it is. Beside donations

Houndini

I might have just enough to slip out of the poverty class without having to lose my lifestyle

My anti Christ

- Will be my age.

- As of December 2019 is still just as unknown as I.

- Will need to have figured out Plato as well yet will have chosen the opposite option with his unlimited power.

- will be entering into politics about now not business. He’ll be known for politics. But radical.

- He Having chosen the unlimited power of a tyrant and I of a god. I will have the edge on him, but he will have the most power of any human known to history of man.

I shall watch closely. Observe the world from what access I have to news. He knows I exist to, he can feel it as the north and South Pole feel eachother. I will know him when I see his eyes and he shall know me upon seeing mine. If I see him first He will know it even if he be two continents away, he will feel our connection grow stronger.

Will we duel with words.

What country or where in the world is he?

will he be self educated? Yes.

Will we know eachother before the last breaks out or after?

What is it he will be doing that is evil?

What is he up to now?

What is he thinking at this moment?

The good luck

I walk a line but cannot fall, not without try but don’t give it all. There’s something else which keeps me up and just enough to live how’d I live if I weren’t on a line. Truly tis gods I truly know. But not to be like prophets of old, I’ll keep things to myself for my gods think it’s useless to try to tell any about your gods, act as you’d act if you no gods for we don’t want to be questioned like other frauds. Oh kind sir I notice you act like a saint, who is your god, I was wondering what made you so happy all the time? My dear friend I have no god, if it’s a smile you wish to buy I thought I saw Christians not too off by.

‘I am a maiden of bronze and lie on the tomb of Midas; So long as water flows and tall trees grow, So long here on this spot by his sad tomb abiding, I shall declare to passers–by that Midas sleeps below.’

I’m no man I have no lies, Midas tomb an artist’s bloom water flows and trees will grow this spot is madness tomb is near, I shall declare to passers by that there’s a method you be sure. When they look me at in the eyes its as if their a fish and I’m a hook. I cause them freeze but leave them be, I know not the purpose for this mutation, but nature has her ways.

The boy upon the mount

Now we have risen, skipped all man. Straight to godhood. No need for kings power, no need for any power man is capable of giving. Our competition is now the gods. May the games begin. Zues the father. The muses who give winds to crickets wings. The dark depths of the water from which Aphrodite sprung like a spring. I as Zues have been cultured in a cave. I will be the first and the last. All things below and above mortals mine. I own the the heavens, the crust, the water. I with my sisters and brothers, parents, grandparents, and descendants to come. I have taken rule over that which I felt calling. I looked far, near, to the East and to the west, man had their hands on everything they had their muddy minds weaved throughout all their inventions and tools. I have returned, the one who learned the sword in day. The one who brought not peace but a sword. The son of god has come. And there’s some spring cleaning to do. Hephaestus, my brother, have ye the crafts to replace these I see? Ive been charged as lord of all these lands and labors left to complete. I need new tools my brother. The mortals have no more black smiths, they have machines which corrupt just as much as their hands. Their machines have overpowered them indeed, but my brother, what shall it be? The lions pelt? Should I save time with cleaning and wrestle the river? Yes I’ve acquired much. They surprisingly hadn’t touched a thing. They’ve learned to look at Stars but sooner than they know, they will be living in another solar system. So we have come as planned. They will have wars raging for the next decades so we have our business to ourselves no distractions. The East shall surprise the West the Middle East shall take the poles. The poles drift will leave and west shall become south East north, the crust shall divide and waters drain. The lands will become the seas and the seas the lands. The cloud will turn to dark for man will darken the atmosphere with their war. Mother Nature will take shelter. After they’ve destroyed their world, they will leave. Right now they fear leaving, still no plans clearly made on how they’ll survive among the stars. But the earth will become worse than an unknown world and therefore they will have motivation to leave sooner than their blue prints are settled. They will adapt as gods have created earth, they’ve created more. A Earth shall heal decades after they leave it their scientist will think it soiled forever so they won’t return. The world will be ours then. The muses and we shall stear clear of all conflict for Hercules never had to fight man for a reason, they are no obstacle to godhood. We shall take no refuge for the humans will fight their wars from their refuges, after the wars begin, they shall never see the sun shine on the trees again. but we. We shall walk those spaces untouched. They will war with man vs man, so where man is not, neither will be their weapons nor battlefield. The muses are my companions, they’ve chosen me to stay near too, for I will guard zu. as they guard me, with words we shall part fires and seas. We shall have lions by our side. The largest pride lop is the as seen. We shall lay with lambs, and the two legged man shall neglect all lBeauty. They have put a price on beauty, not a sacrifice, but a price. They pay for their greatest possessions with coin. Not as we have in past, our beauties have been neglected, we needed to fall to rise. We rest now in camp. We wait. I can feel it in the wind. Nature sings and we here her say she feels the tension not between nations but between continents. They shall pair with their nearest allies for the war shall be as all wars, not planned 10, 5, 3, 2, not 1 years ahead and all they have ordered they shall break for humans no not how to promise. Long Before death do they part, their bodies know not love and their spirits still sleeping. How do we know when these things will happen for if they have not time to aid their planning, they will rely on signs. the year before their leaders will smile and shake hands with who all too soon they’ll be warring. At each international meeting. I can see their smiles becoming more and more fake for the cameras, this smile I know all too well and detect it, and what thoughts are causing the smile to bring stress their cheeks. Their dimples expand and their cheeks shrink. They grow bitter with another, but none will declare war with another great. As Plato says all men are a in a perpetual state of war both declared and undeclared. They know now with their weapons, that declared war will render them useless. their weapons are too quick, it will be a war of the clocks. where shall be the safest place? For we determined that mans war will take place where ever man is. Is it so simple as to be where man is not? Their leaders know that soon it shall be every Economy for itself. Deals are becoming all the more harder just as contracts between men have become more and more intricate. Countries will feel shorted as the ones who feel this way shall unite in the night. The council the nocturnal council shall watch this council as this is where the first plans will be made. As a boy I dreamt my mother in an Indian teepee with other adults, all naked and painted, sitting around a fire. I wasn’t scared for some reason but I was a fly on the wall. I was 4 maybe 5 but I always wanted to know it’s meaning for such strange dreams weren’t from my imagination nor collected scenes from the rear of my mind. I know the products of my imagination, they have my special signature. Before the wars break out I shall be back in the middle of man. I shall be in the upper middle class and the verge of the titans of our globe. I shall have reserve land bought in a land entirely my own, Sweden, Swiss, a glacier field shall be the back drop and we saw this land, a fore shadowing in the movie deux ex machina. For I have been planning short, day by week, they have yet to see me plan for even a month. thus my resivoure of power shall be as detectable as it is undetectable now. But even with sight of this resivoure, it will blind the eyes of any man who look upon it. We shall start by planning years ahead, then months, then weeks, then days, then hours. we shall return back in only 2 minutes having made all these plans and return to planning day by day. Now that these plans have been made, we can now take leave as the evening is young, and our work after we sleep will long, for we have some cleaning to do.

Socrates. He then, who being ignorant of the truth aims at appearances, will only attain an art of rhetoric which is ridiculous and is not an art at all?

Socrates. Illustrations of skill and want of skill from the speech of Lysias. Shall I propose that we look for examples of art and want of art, according to our notion of them, in the speech of Lysias which you have in your hand, and in my own speech?

Socrates. Yes; and the two speeches happen to afford a very good example of the way in which the speaker who knows the truth may, without any serious purpose, steal away the hearts of his hearers. This piece of good–fortune I attribute to the local deities; and, perhaps, the prophets of the Muses who are singing over our heads may have imparted their inspiration to me. For I do not imagine that I have any rhetorical art of my own.

Final chapter

Hamlet. Nails in coffins. The brave grave digger.

Father poisoning mother

There’s a method to this madness

A slow poisoning of radiation to cancer. No cancer in all her family history. All so his inheritance and his company would be completely his kids. The stupidity of evil.

He soon realized he was closing in on his final years and his wife had 50 more to go.

Hamlet puts on a play to display the method. Shakespeare was just a tad bit smarter than me so I didn’t see it sooner.

This is an attempt to elaborate on and explain a mind immensely greater than my own.

The count of monte Christo.

The Abby teaching Edmund to connect the dots. Plato teaching stephanos to connect the dots. Stephanos was in a cave. And it all took place with himself.

The ultimate murder mystery based on true events.

The abbey fears Edmund will use spartas riches to exact revenge. The moral exemplar does even what Edmund couldn’t for money corrupts. The ultimate mercy. More merciful than Christ. Absolute power corrupts all but the gods. They have the ability to do great evil to their enemies but resist. The just rise to the heavens, and separate themselves from tyrants.

Why socrates chose. To stay poor. Instead of become a tyrant.

The pretty girls pressure from the ugly girls. Turns her to Aphroditi

What would a man who could do anything do. set out as Gilgamesh. The platonic psychosis. The trap you can’t escape till you learn. Not knowledge. But wisdom. If he gets grip. He can purge the mind and force you to rebuild it. he rinses out the nlayer of mud covering Atlantis and takes you to meet your subconscious and intuition.

The 12 labors

Mememoirs of a god.

Up the sleeves still more cards to fall. Only irony can unravel it all. Play games with the unjust. Euthethro telling Socrates at the beginning that he knows someone else was calling Socrates to court because he said Socrates would never bring an inditement against anyone

Socrates. The deceiver must know the truth, because he has to find a likeness of the truth; he must learn to deceive by degrees.

The art of disputation, then, is not confined to the courts and the assembly, but is one and the same in every use of language; this is the art, if there be such an art, which is able to find a likeness of everything to which a likeness can be found, and draws into the light of day the likenesses and disguises which are used by others?

my ability to find likenesses to everything without exception is because I know what that truth which they are most near. That which they are most near however, being the truth, is unable to be described though any other means than likenesses which include all allegories, metaphors, analogies etc. This is where lawyers miss out on the true purpose of rhetoric. They use it to refer to court cases of the past in which they argue are similar, so similar that their stance is as valid as the similar stance in that the past case. but they cannot speak of themselves on the manner. Their art reaches not outside the hours in witch they’re paid for their rhetoric. Yet discourse, discourse, what would it be without it? So they are paid to speak well for affidate or the defendant what is truly just or unjust in the matter they take no concern for, their side must be the just side if they do their job. Therefore they care not to lie and are paid for it and some could see how… they’re inferior in it. so do the muses make those who don’t use song for good purpose handicapped in the limits to which they can excel in their art as the muse does not want one who sings truly to be paid to sing falsely if only his client were truly guilty which if one realizes no lawyer who is still a lawyer has found their clients clear guilt reason enough to still argue the best they can for their innocence? Thus the lawyer is limited in their ability because the muses outraged with what they do with what little they have. Selling it off like mercenary soldier who has no true patriotism but is simply willing to fight for whoever pays. but me. Me. Me. do I have to lie in order to make all of this clear? I am able to speak of myself as higher than a lawyer because what I do my gifts from the muses are stick to the truth and one can never remain at the level of a lawyer while having not spent so much time defending anything whatever which takes them more time as the must deviate from the truth to find their arguments, word chasing. Me however. I know the truth most nearly and am able to conjure likenesses so quickly because I stick close to the truth while it’d require more thought like a lawyer to conjure likenesses to make that which is more distant from the truth seem like the truth. Thus I am simply not burdened by the weight of injustice. Thus I fly over the heads of these people who wish to speak well of justice yet just as well as injustice must spend maybe longer than the time they’re in law school to even be able to not burst out laughing at the lunacy of the person your defending who lacks any true defense. rather they keep a straight face and find what ever they can to make their client seem less unjust if anything. They must look a lot of places, and while they’re busy doing that I’ve composed hundreds of cases but am able to do so because the client which I defend is a lot more easy to defend being nearer the genuine praise or justice and justice of truth. It takes a lot more effort to lie than it does to tell the truth so it’d seem it takes a lot more time and effort to defend the lie than it would the truth. And