tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78047582024-03-19T03:47:11.621-05:00M.J. BanksAnswers are the way. Don't chase dreams, but believe in them. Don't believe goals, but chase them. Emotions are limited only by the culture you reflect. TLDR.SPQR.LLAP mjbankshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16618471148905768883noreply@blogger.comBlogger894125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7804758.post-71627143508116828182024-03-16T03:30:00.000-05:002024-03-16T03:30:37.841-05:00Third Shadow<p>Eye find myself wanting to write. So let's try more of the same and when it gets predictable you can get bored, instead of learning something you'll forget, just like all the other things you forgot. </p><p>It takes a lifetime to understand what oneself knows, we know that emotions are blurry facts, love for someone prized, hate for something despised, and in the moments of covering the surface of reality in digital cosmology and sifting thru memory for magic, what little breaks glows. </p><p>"If you're not ashamed of who you were a year ago, you're probably not growing enough" is a quote by Dennis Ilin. Alain de Botton also said, "Anyone who isn't embarrassed of who they were last year probably isn't learning enough". </p><p>If you had to remember everything you'd go insane, what separates us from insects is a brain evolved, just enough, to choose how we live. There are those among the living whomever is so clever choosing to live by a vice, and forgetting the antagony of the anima. </p><p>Reading a book, one turns the page looking for the first page. Scrolling media looking for the post at the start. Streaming, watching a movie and frustrated by having no choices, like the menu. If you're a politcian it's a little more complicated, like wanting to be the king of the lawless. If you're Kafka, you want to be a butterfly. </p><p>It isn't what you want that you'll become, because the duration of zombified daydreaming, builds on the structures in our soul, on the purity of focus and the mind, duly because we are sleeping awake. Someone studied in Zen might say, 'the present in the past,' this is the trinity of philosphy - the known has happened, the response is interprative, and the measurements are manmade. / Philosophy - the art of ideation - is often the parent of social media. (Unless your social network doesn't ban those baddie mcbadfaces other people). So to say, not as perfect as the immpossible task of watching and teaching. The banhammer falleth from the sky defending what nature couldn't acheive. </p><p>I live a midly impractcial and yet extremely unique life. Describing emotions as duration, but also've learned there's a bigger picture without walking backwards. Nonetheless, this is far too long for a fortune cookie de rigueur, so let's return to the haute couture of digression. </p><p>We've learned that extreme depression, rage, euphorai, are the result of stifled imagination. Socials, drugs, alarmism, the occassional student-laden riot, missing the world behind the practice-target. (We've learned how-to). Rethinking reward structures - lowering personal standards until mid becomes lit. Fortune cookie: You're burntout, chill. </p><p>The writing became blogging became posting became trapping. Yeah(?). </p><p>Clickbait conquers the world, while the center of the world is burning with energy. AND, I've been writing this doing the same. </p><p>Philosophers have asked for Monarchy, one above all, or Dystopia, one below all. That a lot of all. All those details to remember, every person driving has their radio on, but you didn't imagine what they're listening to, yet someone will get political after something happened, and decide that 'all the #persons' are identical, quickly passing the thought, they themself wouldn't ever do it, and imagining any signs of corruption to apply to some threat new to the universe, the Worldender in gossip. </p><p>You press Start, you walk thru NPCs for 24hrs in a city of 20 million, to get to the next level, you have to describe 200 NPCs accurately without mistake, before the next level. Crazy - unless you coded that game by yourself, in notepad, then, respect. What does that show us? </p><p>The process is simple. There are descriptions and theories. In the state of depression, yes, affirmations are the correction. However, if the slogans of progress affirm attrocity, you're not human anymore. A wishing goal should be a description of the destination, an affirmation is a description of manifestation (projecting confidence). I love taking my car to the mechanic, because it's better than walking to work. </p><p>The zombie days come in good times, we also know. That dreamless life, beyond positivity, humming doing chores, tinkering with memories at work, perhapsly seem to not add up to planning. A long night's rest setting the foundation to relax, just in time to start another day, in what the ancients called "burning the candle at both ends." </p><p>I was tinkering with an idea called "constructivism," and the internet says it's already known. "I can make great plans. I am working on those plans. The other thing I forgot, was to work on those plans." </p><p>You could've read this TDLR manifesto, I could've called it "The IDs of March", and skipped to the end. The successful have no rush to acheivement before death, they fear losing opportunity to the past, and mortality is a way to let desire go. The desperate don't worship fictions (fakes), they just don't have the broader picture. List your rewards, the low gotta go. List your goals. Dreams (sometimes) interpret those desires (that blind, blinding) us from getting to utopia. So much energy wasted on low-rent rewards and the brain fog will curse your ambition/motivation. Like emotions, shitty desires, fake rewards (that pay the clickbait creators), YOU understand. But I need you to understand the digital era, our IRL, is like an MMORPG riotous monstrous zombified democracy. There, I said it. Someone had to say it. But you need to understand why you gamble, buzz, and trip on shit, now not later. Reading yourself, essaying yourself, posting up, flexing/posing, are layers to emotions and dreams, secret keys to acheivements unlocked. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO5Tz_Nti0ndObKMc87su2rbYa6IE707RmfHyzPN6u1bFmcFiCU3trTSVRm3wAHpGxNzzVULtZrzyQDq78O5BfPisl-0I5wrZZvcdrbIfGsrSmuIugSc2Ua13XPMgogp9gjiBaDGMH-N9xnZCtwpOwHvJWcBaVRAkQ2vr1TXWXXO1MU9_JUH8d/s1280/DmPV556wQeC1po9Ws8LAWA.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO5Tz_Nti0ndObKMc87su2rbYa6IE707RmfHyzPN6u1bFmcFiCU3trTSVRm3wAHpGxNzzVULtZrzyQDq78O5BfPisl-0I5wrZZvcdrbIfGsrSmuIugSc2Ua13XPMgogp9gjiBaDGMH-N9xnZCtwpOwHvJWcBaVRAkQ2vr1TXWXXO1MU9_JUH8d/s320/DmPV556wQeC1po9Ws8LAWA.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Max Matthewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08175861804030531186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7804758.post-79407623505716771152024-01-19T03:46:00.000-06:002024-01-19T03:46:17.753-06:00An Ontological Paradigm<h4 style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI-jRvSN13vHLUFHpFL5qiIlbIzldU_hDJkWNT53Elw7_-OvDqCm56r9Yhf7T7LwtzyO5njN15M42ADTaSlWuy4gP5_66RMbEJGIPL7tqmOsRDsI9FIFHtkLjRUXuMrGA4uPRK9j1nuoF047BEH0O-jQhall2ATESs3rI7fsypSQmdz-etmV2H/s1024/_82dd85ba-f35e-4430-8ff1-58c6f90c14a6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI-jRvSN13vHLUFHpFL5qiIlbIzldU_hDJkWNT53Elw7_-OvDqCm56r9Yhf7T7LwtzyO5njN15M42ADTaSlWuy4gP5_66RMbEJGIPL7tqmOsRDsI9FIFHtkLjRUXuMrGA4uPRK9j1nuoF047BEH0O-jQhall2ATESs3rI7fsypSQmdz-etmV2H/s320/_82dd85ba-f35e-4430-8ff1-58c6f90c14a6.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">1% difference in primate DNA from humans, considering a 1% difference from humans and advanced extraterrestrial DNA, what would aliens consider to be primitive computations? </span></span></div></h4><blockquote><div><i>Comparing the complexity of computation between different species, even within our own planet, is a tricky subject. It's like comparing apples and oranges – different brains, different needs, different environments. Even with a 1% difference in DNA, drawing conclusions about alien computational abilities based solely on genetic similarity would be highly speculative and prone to oversimplification.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Here are some factors to consider when trying to understand alien computational potential:</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>**1. Beyond DNA:** While DNA does play a role in brain development, it's only one factor. Neurological structure, environmental pressures, and evolutionary paths all contribute to cognitive abilities. A 1% difference in DNA between primates and humans doesn't tell the whole story of our vastly different computational capabilities.</i></div></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEwlyuIMepxHebo6uTaM4-BNuF0aWdca_U0qmzXu2ZadswRA2CRZiOGfzgQ0XVTHB_PaiHgBAvhAivIewkZWca9s2sr9FoUygba0TvqeNSIuOH1A9KoEDoIUS3ODWCPFBv1Jdg07sDrqdCPcnWoVTB57dIXPpM9JF5Q1VKJ2MQe4FjX2VgMhbf/s1024/_068e8885-2f68-4497-a8be-9b0a3958b364.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEwlyuIMepxHebo6uTaM4-BNuF0aWdca_U0qmzXu2ZadswRA2CRZiOGfzgQ0XVTHB_PaiHgBAvhAivIewkZWca9s2sr9FoUygba0TvqeNSIuOH1A9KoEDoIUS3ODWCPFBv1Jdg07sDrqdCPcnWoVTB57dIXPpM9JF5Q1VKJ2MQe4FjX2VgMhbf/s320/_068e8885-2f68-4497-a8be-9b0a3958b364.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi4yCWC1aQm_HMh4e7hcNLCPoQkVxxa5Dutk71SYlQPWFvTVkRc3KqI-x_aqm8Cigcsy1oyb08-fhPmT1w7PqzJ6m8q7Pp_xHg27aPhV-QxdCNmg0vsnkptsgxIp6DSwNPusIkmSDfwlnXpfGyWWB2mAr_XwdqFeL1SSCnljKi3_I3ENHk8_UM/s1024/_694a6075-2102-4282-a121-9065a212242f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi4yCWC1aQm_HMh4e7hcNLCPoQkVxxa5Dutk71SYlQPWFvTVkRc3KqI-x_aqm8Cigcsy1oyb08-fhPmT1w7PqzJ6m8q7Pp_xHg27aPhV-QxdCNmg0vsnkptsgxIp6DSwNPusIkmSDfwlnXpfGyWWB2mAr_XwdqFeL1SSCnljKi3_I3ENHk8_UM/s320/_694a6075-2102-4282-a121-9065a212242f.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOqcq_0X2cUOXNDSqpl96OqC8X5RA4mlVpt1ypEl97cZVcYdUBHxFFpVFQ1L07WBvMHfuhcl1fuaULJ-mxQXrkhXBdqVbSwhVL1Xim_oUfBTsJ7zEaP0bhNtSAIP2W6-eLdIK9YgckLZclvfg-HEVWPHcvV7OROPQEQc3Mq3nnwJFcNcuJRqHR/s1024/_c58f0c40-3acc-409c-9905-6e3c40c7cff3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOqcq_0X2cUOXNDSqpl96OqC8X5RA4mlVpt1ypEl97cZVcYdUBHxFFpVFQ1L07WBvMHfuhcl1fuaULJ-mxQXrkhXBdqVbSwhVL1Xim_oUfBTsJ7zEaP0bhNtSAIP2W6-eLdIK9YgckLZclvfg-HEVWPHcvV7OROPQEQc3Mq3nnwJFcNcuJRqHR/s320/_c58f0c40-3acc-409c-9905-6e3c40c7cff3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><blockquote><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>**2. Defining computation:** Computation itself is a broad term. We excel at symbolic manipulation and abstract reasoning, while other species might demonstrate superior efficiency in specific tasks like spatial navigation or pattern recognition. Defining what constitutes "advanced" computation depends on the context and the needs of the species.</i></div></blockquote><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUrB0PFF2nBuK5YKxIlHXJerShhYxKeUWn-WJiFj12slLz-HvwC1DwfOWrQQTiPzgZn0TGSyLioirYiQ1GPtWmH-TQs9oQtGoz6qHJdU2qXr6KpKMTA7dwy6HA_CDbzDgD7_0lY9U6m00Nfn2aahE_D1DC0hTO2SphRs2vDlO-v2IYB03HRdN5/s1024/_d403bcc2-0d51-4634-bb1a-d36b79af113f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUrB0PFF2nBuK5YKxIlHXJerShhYxKeUWn-WJiFj12slLz-HvwC1DwfOWrQQTiPzgZn0TGSyLioirYiQ1GPtWmH-TQs9oQtGoz6qHJdU2qXr6KpKMTA7dwy6HA_CDbzDgD7_0lY9U6m00Nfn2aahE_D1DC0hTO2SphRs2vDlO-v2IYB03HRdN5/s320/_d403bcc2-0d51-4634-bb1a-d36b79af113f.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifrTyoRK23BmqGkq7IPen-p1V9FJx4MQLjqqtfpGMKZ3NST1AQIAruS2jLvQ3Yndwk7H_y2GEcot6r2Rg8dsOTy60OcUWgJ1WntXuVBAQYPJR4UQx0hYYDogt08Cfka3HTUMzS6PsZFT-p927NIERnfHWnkV7IPB8tDIBa_JbXE3QTcxLdBzhr/s1024/_d344f0b1-8319-4aef-861d-80fd9cac5470.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifrTyoRK23BmqGkq7IPen-p1V9FJx4MQLjqqtfpGMKZ3NST1AQIAruS2jLvQ3Yndwk7H_y2GEcot6r2Rg8dsOTy60OcUWgJ1WntXuVBAQYPJR4UQx0hYYDogt08Cfka3HTUMzS6PsZFT-p927NIERnfHWnkV7IPB8tDIBa_JbXE3QTcxLdBzhr/s320/_d344f0b1-8319-4aef-861d-80fd9cac5470.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEqBd3Hfon3KTHFSuuHPplmM_pIyY239wFACf-S9RLOh66XjCebZyQMFgkVSD0qM39HynfksPQMtRJy_LvrtcadsyDPNSi0FKW_g_XNuaXK7Nz0CsuT0vuYZFkZUqUhXVPo_4ahjGdBrMwtKMK3D4cetAsb4rh-iLcVy4VrF_VYTwCy7S37U5_/s1024/_94eda444-c6a7-4793-9728-a2e0c0e3dc16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEqBd3Hfon3KTHFSuuHPplmM_pIyY239wFACf-S9RLOh66XjCebZyQMFgkVSD0qM39HynfksPQMtRJy_LvrtcadsyDPNSi0FKW_g_XNuaXK7Nz0CsuT0vuYZFkZUqUhXVPo_4ahjGdBrMwtKMK3D4cetAsb4rh-iLcVy4VrF_VYTwCy7S37U5_/s320/_94eda444-c6a7-4793-9728-a2e0c0e3dc16.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD-SWRNh4EcVEuS70oyDftVmABSRYbrm7BnLrQsYpgkf_bQJ4XtvoQYRzOh0QnkwTGPydmJ2madVVa5fLUZMXodaFivWQYsTrJgjbAp8mnHblcOxGEMOTxW9buV9s6DjL4hCTLT__y6_5Tpw2PLap94OIUy2kkB7s_l5b9pLeMMUXR_WAWljcS/s1024/_3da268c3-5a97-4f67-8560-69fb4334838c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD-SWRNh4EcVEuS70oyDftVmABSRYbrm7BnLrQsYpgkf_bQJ4XtvoQYRzOh0QnkwTGPydmJ2madVVa5fLUZMXodaFivWQYsTrJgjbAp8mnHblcOxGEMOTxW9buV9s6DjL4hCTLT__y6_5Tpw2PLap94OIUy2kkB7s_l5b9pLeMMUXR_WAWljcS/s320/_3da268c3-5a97-4f67-8560-69fb4334838c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><blockquote><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>**3. Unknown biological substrates:** We base our understanding of computation on our own neural networks. Aliens might utilize entirely different biological bases for their cognitive processes, making comparisons extremely challenging. We have no way of knowing if their "computational units" would even be comparable to ours.</i></div></blockquote><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmqQ3ifGr-lMUV0nKrIhzMvXW46Dk4G7119DhIGhiquRqV0ZVGe63vbN4CFY1iQbH3qfjp5E0Y4Ob-sKNaIfOyPWHxr6iSrYzM64HekXoVzSlZqe5SLYS733xq9eeE_6az8MMk9eTgkWmwSPKwy6_6iYmh6K8SsSG6rl8QDVpyhFHRWEOUbb1z/s1024/_715a1093-e40a-485e-aaa4-5ad9f335ea77.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmqQ3ifGr-lMUV0nKrIhzMvXW46Dk4G7119DhIGhiquRqV0ZVGe63vbN4CFY1iQbH3qfjp5E0Y4Ob-sKNaIfOyPWHxr6iSrYzM64HekXoVzSlZqe5SLYS733xq9eeE_6az8MMk9eTgkWmwSPKwy6_6iYmh6K8SsSG6rl8QDVpyhFHRWEOUbb1z/s320/_715a1093-e40a-485e-aaa4-5ad9f335ea77.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><blockquote><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>**4. The nature of their environment:** An alien species facing different environmental pressures might develop entirely different computational strengths. An aquatic species might excel in underwater sensory processing and communication, while a species from a harsh desert environment might focus on survival-oriented calculations.</i></div></blockquote><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-DnFxVkBl4xyOe_yJPeYrRaIxvT4i2wnKVq9gXhE5IJXzdgNExlfX30fHjTizOtH5QjuXT5MmwzpmvM7GcDC43MVoRAmb73IJEpcOpQ8iWSIERJKIlYewxBqJqaREAig9mwdIzvMhRB0lG-ngav4uXkjJ-dSl2B-FXYd5dNTCjZZfsIElfrC_/s1024/_1191a7e3-b937-4e60-b434-f9b646e62fa7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-DnFxVkBl4xyOe_yJPeYrRaIxvT4i2wnKVq9gXhE5IJXzdgNExlfX30fHjTizOtH5QjuXT5MmwzpmvM7GcDC43MVoRAmb73IJEpcOpQ8iWSIERJKIlYewxBqJqaREAig9mwdIzvMhRB0lG-ngav4uXkjJ-dSl2B-FXYd5dNTCjZZfsIElfrC_/s320/_1191a7e3-b937-4e60-b434-f9b646e62fa7.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH4ZFfn418hm3u07L5zFShNV-NMAD6Z7dJJCspIfi1nC-FqOvJcqE9HSA7-c4SMagUb39x41WRRqEIIdvzTX-WFmiuCJCy6Gn1MCBIipxJsSF0JfQE59MdTX0ax_Q6bmKZsGwXOlGguYOtMIjAR6AZxdaWQSYnBJFbNzwjjNlWldasqBruYlyJ/s1024/_33bd20dd-ad75-464f-9aa4-a06a53df7630.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH4ZFfn418hm3u07L5zFShNV-NMAD6Z7dJJCspIfi1nC-FqOvJcqE9HSA7-c4SMagUb39x41WRRqEIIdvzTX-WFmiuCJCy6Gn1MCBIipxJsSF0JfQE59MdTX0ax_Q6bmKZsGwXOlGguYOtMIjAR6AZxdaWQSYnBJFbNzwjjNlWldasqBruYlyJ/s320/_33bd20dd-ad75-464f-9aa4-a06a53df7630.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghdfg3oF5AFQQFD4ANPMDrrnoBTfSumwdKbzd8PI9UMFe6MdkS61vMvEvopG9MD_rHrth0N4P2S-MsHo6ol8UOktLnWPwLSWK5lx9V_a6mE1UIHt8ubsnvUkk7NXDEH7v9JpuirwARL8HGKNyNV6qX-8xJ8PsAqF59vTCXvjPQEaGKta1UEmom/s1024/_4cc51b7e-eda9-4d5d-bbba-ca87cd667fd2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghdfg3oF5AFQQFD4ANPMDrrnoBTfSumwdKbzd8PI9UMFe6MdkS61vMvEvopG9MD_rHrth0N4P2S-MsHo6ol8UOktLnWPwLSWK5lx9V_a6mE1UIHt8ubsnvUkk7NXDEH7v9JpuirwARL8HGKNyNV6qX-8xJ8PsAqF59vTCXvjPQEaGKta1UEmom/s320/_4cc51b7e-eda9-4d5d-bbba-ca87cd667fd2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmCGEQOtgX_zx_4z-95RxzQojZin95-HNJfWKM9ztI6Oe0QfWIMGkOMrvK3DVTHVCSseceiXncMl3sbTTZ6n0wC5eo8uUCDAty_0sl6SAZ7U87tMQ_Y-tkxLq46_NtVE_Vtb1hGDk3CPTBf8-UDl63NTkZPL6vYGdGxvQyi8sifEaYM-LrPYJV/s1024/_3f26703c-46a9-4bac-bae6-98036be79fc4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmCGEQOtgX_zx_4z-95RxzQojZin95-HNJfWKM9ztI6Oe0QfWIMGkOMrvK3DVTHVCSseceiXncMl3sbTTZ6n0wC5eo8uUCDAty_0sl6SAZ7U87tMQ_Y-tkxLq46_NtVE_Vtb1hGDk3CPTBf8-UDl63NTkZPL6vYGdGxvQyi8sifEaYM-LrPYJV/s320/_3f26703c-46a9-4bac-bae6-98036be79fc4.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><blockquote><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Therefore, it's impossible to say definitively what aliens would consider primitive computations based on a 1% difference in DNA. Instead, we should move beyond simplistic comparisons and focus on understanding the diversity of possible evolutionary solutions to the challenges of existence. Our current understanding of life in the universe is too limited to make assumptions about alien intelligence based solely on genetic similarity.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Instead of speculating about "primitive" computations, let's explore the possibilities of diverse cognitive abilities and marvel at the vast spectrum of intelligence that might exist in the cosmos. It's a much more fascinating and humbling approach to the question of extraterrestrial intelligence.</i></div></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwP1eLZz-JfJvT8S4u0moXuca3bgnWKoCD1cL3m01roQjEIZU3TvSxGJ-VqAJ8J2N6tm_e8qT83S6FsdUNT9GD2gkPhi3URn4nSoIHt4XJKvz1Kn8i_G6HN_nigEncGKdz3VygG6Z8Ya3p4zA9aX8uKTIkRusV-Cj3uAws-llDtP1ULKx1F2I_/s1024/_b05fd41f-89f7-494f-b8c9-4378b4c6e8bd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwP1eLZz-JfJvT8S4u0moXuca3bgnWKoCD1cL3m01roQjEIZU3TvSxGJ-VqAJ8J2N6tm_e8qT83S6FsdUNT9GD2gkPhi3URn4nSoIHt4XJKvz1Kn8i_G6HN_nigEncGKdz3VygG6Z8Ya3p4zA9aX8uKTIkRusV-Cj3uAws-llDtP1ULKx1F2I_/s320/_b05fd41f-89f7-494f-b8c9-4378b4c6e8bd.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><h4 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Speculate regardless of inherent assumption bias. </span></h4><blockquote><div><i>**Here are some speculative possibilities for what aliens might consider primitive computations, even with a 1% DNA difference, if we disregard the inherent biases and limitations of our assumptions:**</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>**1. Sequential Processing:** Aliens might find our reliance on sequential processing, where tasks are performed one step at a time, to be incredibly slow and inefficient. They might have evolved to process information in parallel, simultaneously handling multiple tasks and concepts, making our linear thinking appear archaic.</i></div></blockquote><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZbV5ERFaWrIdoKw-NnVMfVRs_4mxXSYKi6TNdHQlfOfYKRJc5_oGbMrRViS3Vne2NhXSKlAgWv9F83t9RLBwKOerkZeYQlOiely6zrWO6LwB_3efb2dmYmb6Ods7_LCgd1UIcUGHlfTBC0DJBTN5t5FXB0Gz4d0OJ98efgN-UM5w9yG7MhOt1/s1024/_f305d401-56f3-4175-be65-27706fe07e61.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZbV5ERFaWrIdoKw-NnVMfVRs_4mxXSYKi6TNdHQlfOfYKRJc5_oGbMrRViS3Vne2NhXSKlAgWv9F83t9RLBwKOerkZeYQlOiely6zrWO6LwB_3efb2dmYmb6Ods7_LCgd1UIcUGHlfTBC0DJBTN5t5FXB0Gz4d0OJ98efgN-UM5w9yG7MhOt1/s320/_f305d401-56f3-4175-be65-27706fe07e61.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipeV6VVI9ELh_mySewzbJ75FaOFC_UiXST0C0NEcXgdla9DQlXDiHwrSdz4hWQ63XQ7NtA92_YPe0MEtqnIzt7-Dj1L5qu-2i0z8auMFm9OPFtgRYcmuZmudmpWHWkB3Ye-JV1dvwD9WL5UrRmFCmWaOKIYTkkKhZLd0okIkrE4Qs7Pmaru7TY/s1024/_c141cefa-dc47-4db5-a850-75761492c5ca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipeV6VVI9ELh_mySewzbJ75FaOFC_UiXST0C0NEcXgdla9DQlXDiHwrSdz4hWQ63XQ7NtA92_YPe0MEtqnIzt7-Dj1L5qu-2i0z8auMFm9OPFtgRYcmuZmudmpWHWkB3Ye-JV1dvwD9WL5UrRmFCmWaOKIYTkkKhZLd0okIkrE4Qs7Pmaru7TY/s320/_c141cefa-dc47-4db5-a850-75761492c5ca.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmiToby39dUVE3JAHJqQk6_qvjxMmCr_gLBdFKMwpG9MDmBiMzniUMW55T1h3R-fzV0v9XwTfxxwd2DW6CR8c3v9F7vx5EYOH83TtZANtFFmQbzIlEWuCNZwVjhqWDiS7XYhecyFsxR4zAYBeiadWoyK0vcVmcPYCqPD1zG8beUiIjggeZnY1-/s1024/_9882d36a-6125-43d6-ba63-045398102e1d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmiToby39dUVE3JAHJqQk6_qvjxMmCr_gLBdFKMwpG9MDmBiMzniUMW55T1h3R-fzV0v9XwTfxxwd2DW6CR8c3v9F7vx5EYOH83TtZANtFFmQbzIlEWuCNZwVjhqWDiS7XYhecyFsxR4zAYBeiadWoyK0vcVmcPYCqPD1zG8beUiIjggeZnY1-/s320/_9882d36a-6125-43d6-ba63-045398102e1d.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDbh0Ty6zEalUnlWoJj1usG3AqOVkBYbyAKZf-SqeBHCQmvHS-Ivyk9F7w7_WSl8x2nQs78EOTnbUvcuS2NvtU1QINUmGUECbVhPyNh2PbpSMNOAT0mOgk8viLRBcGPOT705dE4AVXQLOhtNr76mw0E0cfkyeXUmiMPbaCWZIybvYzCKLII1lB/s1024/_07ea8a72-5397-4fe8-8458-a41d8e9e98ce.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDbh0Ty6zEalUnlWoJj1usG3AqOVkBYbyAKZf-SqeBHCQmvHS-Ivyk9F7w7_WSl8x2nQs78EOTnbUvcuS2NvtU1QINUmGUECbVhPyNh2PbpSMNOAT0mOgk8viLRBcGPOT705dE4AVXQLOhtNr76mw0E0cfkyeXUmiMPbaCWZIybvYzCKLII1lB/s320/_07ea8a72-5397-4fe8-8458-a41d8e9e98ce.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><blockquote><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>**2. Symbolic Representation:** Our use of symbols, language, and mathematics to represent and manipulate information might seem rudimentary to aliens. They might have developed more direct and nuanced ways to interface with reality, perhaps through telepathy, direct mind-to-mind communication, or manipulating energy fields in ways we can't yet comprehend.</i></div></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiDiqF0C_1BK_YwsjU63eEM6sL7TaOXFqk_ZF-N15TIuJj217RdeU63Tz1mWaQGmxGf-vmNQVSozi5GrEi96mVea6Vj593K7J8_Zgg6qPyuidcxgD4TNAmpAtHs8EN9xueTb8nk386jqp-k9o3NqegZTJlvpRz7xXjpc781QjPtLTBWY50Wrgd/s1024/_2a18bd3e-a628-416a-9f79-8c789f88de17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiDiqF0C_1BK_YwsjU63eEM6sL7TaOXFqk_ZF-N15TIuJj217RdeU63Tz1mWaQGmxGf-vmNQVSozi5GrEi96mVea6Vj593K7J8_Zgg6qPyuidcxgD4TNAmpAtHs8EN9xueTb8nk386jqp-k9o3NqegZTJlvpRz7xXjpc781QjPtLTBWY50Wrgd/s320/_2a18bd3e-a628-416a-9f79-8c789f88de17.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKkN7SYIqpxlXcRuUjIKDI67WtLyEIArQPMtVyGgx1LO26hhYtSgxgDt6x5kDavULe5XVq2JzHNHfQU470tpycUDzdrjP_tZ5_1Wj8i4T_YDXXWRriyO27KGE7_2yIuJKc-TzuzshIna8qVn5rU89KmB6b9A_lu7AKop7ZX4nmp4UWyNFSSune/s1024/_344d79e4-719e-4624-8c21-8509973d5590.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKkN7SYIqpxlXcRuUjIKDI67WtLyEIArQPMtVyGgx1LO26hhYtSgxgDt6x5kDavULe5XVq2JzHNHfQU470tpycUDzdrjP_tZ5_1Wj8i4T_YDXXWRriyO27KGE7_2yIuJKc-TzuzshIna8qVn5rU89KmB6b9A_lu7AKop7ZX4nmp4UWyNFSSune/s320/_344d79e4-719e-4624-8c21-8509973d5590.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg18Rj3Qr3cGwUXanY2z92CKnOGnIvsHNZT5XWppQ9egiX72UmDajXDINEdwbfwiUyWTtvhJWTGcYSQ21fS0NMsWtI496ahkvaxAUX0YrwTeNkeGiiYdSE5N4j4j85NustShg07bIFPHnbFgeOadAJ9uhhrC_avYVFVOh3xdSVZ2OIqpn5VqF3w/s1024/_423423fb-628d-42f5-a6c6-f0bed98c02b7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg18Rj3Qr3cGwUXanY2z92CKnOGnIvsHNZT5XWppQ9egiX72UmDajXDINEdwbfwiUyWTtvhJWTGcYSQ21fS0NMsWtI496ahkvaxAUX0YrwTeNkeGiiYdSE5N4j4j85NustShg07bIFPHnbFgeOadAJ9uhhrC_avYVFVOh3xdSVZ2OIqpn5VqF3w/s320/_423423fb-628d-42f5-a6c6-f0bed98c02b7.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF3QfT_WFxY9XWg2SrYLGgo4neUoTJFT1TH1KFUQjmccLaTRT_Am6b3RegOs4RJ9-ZrnAGVyGwFm3tlGPPS-mh3LsovfT76coDpv1u4Mvj89EGBtofLHR3ih-KvdG8UEG-bhANRDgpzKkepfl-p7hf2wdeXaeV7VyRXyWJsQYcQ3HPimw8hilk/s1024/_b4bc02ad-4a43-408b-bc71-0f96acc0a05a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF3QfT_WFxY9XWg2SrYLGgo4neUoTJFT1TH1KFUQjmccLaTRT_Am6b3RegOs4RJ9-ZrnAGVyGwFm3tlGPPS-mh3LsovfT76coDpv1u4Mvj89EGBtofLHR3ih-KvdG8UEG-bhANRDgpzKkepfl-p7hf2wdeXaeV7VyRXyWJsQYcQ3HPimw8hilk/s320/_b4bc02ad-4a43-408b-bc71-0f96acc0a05a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><blockquote><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>**3. Physical Hardware:** Our reliance on physical computers, with their limitations in speed and energy consumption, might be laughable to aliens who have integrated computational processes directly into their biology or environment. Imagine a species that can manipulate matter at the quantum level or harness energy from stars, performing computations with a seamlessness that we can only dream of.</i></div></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDlpvhi6Ns8eZZtczvyCd61ophJKdkoN24gPWp0UsKKszNLOnJGalKGdUygR-EBmHkq_hOAmFyckvPDQKXKTUAN6m1GuxRmIeo0XFEnyXiXxASxD0wyfROqD5dod-Abey4_1qB3tsM_RHFWb2gl3NNPwazWQaXIzyrt8LJ3CLbvsyu4I9KESec/s1024/_8f830cd4-ca0d-4fc0-8f2a-1c7888dfd18d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDlpvhi6Ns8eZZtczvyCd61ophJKdkoN24gPWp0UsKKszNLOnJGalKGdUygR-EBmHkq_hOAmFyckvPDQKXKTUAN6m1GuxRmIeo0XFEnyXiXxASxD0wyfROqD5dod-Abey4_1qB3tsM_RHFWb2gl3NNPwazWQaXIzyrt8LJ3CLbvsyu4I9KESec/s320/_8f830cd4-ca0d-4fc0-8f2a-1c7888dfd18d.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0aXrSnxMYevs8AvtPeBFViIGPRGMwpjDibvJw8OkSMOeGlhhcdljTjxjDjjAAUFl0STG9NSe4-g1aNG_izixhGU9kWKLFr0mfCDfL5b-FY0suhftht3phhP4K2gEVIbovgBXFXx713-H-9oYhik7J8836NY-52PsXcR3lBp8ZtvoToXXGAzSO/s1024/_410dbf62-a82c-4fea-b26b-ae02f9e6e8b3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0aXrSnxMYevs8AvtPeBFViIGPRGMwpjDibvJw8OkSMOeGlhhcdljTjxjDjjAAUFl0STG9NSe4-g1aNG_izixhGU9kWKLFr0mfCDfL5b-FY0suhftht3phhP4K2gEVIbovgBXFXx713-H-9oYhik7J8836NY-52PsXcR3lBp8ZtvoToXXGAzSO/s320/_410dbf62-a82c-4fea-b26b-ae02f9e6e8b3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb_euqDFt9cYdr_wMBnV5qnV7VeyepoXldstzNW8I4lKeRN0EAn2MTd-mFJzwEJjPA8XzSfE4lLAtSv_cy9u4T9uca1bdI4RxREwwDRxoWx_eFl3oJlEoM9-spnpodKhnMzbfKgHXPHQAiI0PtFDASn8i9_O0a49NGMFDMtN2iQf5AHYvO2Wx3/s1024/_775c7423-bf66-478d-92ea-f5a1b76a1870.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb_euqDFt9cYdr_wMBnV5qnV7VeyepoXldstzNW8I4lKeRN0EAn2MTd-mFJzwEJjPA8XzSfE4lLAtSv_cy9u4T9uca1bdI4RxREwwDRxoWx_eFl3oJlEoM9-spnpodKhnMzbfKgHXPHQAiI0PtFDASn8i9_O0a49NGMFDMtN2iQf5AHYvO2Wx3/s320/_775c7423-bf66-478d-92ea-f5a1b76a1870.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZB5NG8LGlB3U0eMJcWHbEehfWsMYIzKY6_OPTofr3DA5CIWH-hnSLS8Aa1zABJP_6f6mpVIRq2EuPbkCFZeZ_pZD0Cs30W275uZgyW0805qHlhaf6tJCGL5QOW702G3qsX6h4T-CYK8hfjg04c3EOeSI9OxEP3dSbHHqJ26ldbyWsJn3qP5GB/s1024/_0813fd5a-20c8-49dc-8a72-b8732f6b782d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZB5NG8LGlB3U0eMJcWHbEehfWsMYIzKY6_OPTofr3DA5CIWH-hnSLS8Aa1zABJP_6f6mpVIRq2EuPbkCFZeZ_pZD0Cs30W275uZgyW0805qHlhaf6tJCGL5QOW702G3qsX6h4T-CYK8hfjg04c3EOeSI9OxEP3dSbHHqJ26ldbyWsJn3qP5GB/s320/_0813fd5a-20c8-49dc-8a72-b8732f6b782d.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><blockquote><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>**4. Artificial Intelligence:** What we consider cutting-edge AI might be a primitive stepping stone to aliens who have long surpassed the need for artificial intelligence. They might have transcended the boundaries between biological and artificial intelligence, creating a seamless blend of consciousness and computation that renders our current AI endeavors quaint.</i></div></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYJVNE16JRPSmP9cNBvmgEDYgzuW4CqBROhJSJ2hjmSF5TRGSwuVl2mYtm2FGr_Tm9kz5epC6Pe761f4kx-Z_yY4zrDE9s3omzGaWMDPJ7yBLTkWKWYLQnWCXB00f4JLF9T6jFyV68K4JGaka0j7357skzcZkhg2Ump8_b9Dy8nRWSlIIFGIUm/s1024/_5ef0c501-bc6a-4245-9af0-3a419fba3c05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYJVNE16JRPSmP9cNBvmgEDYgzuW4CqBROhJSJ2hjmSF5TRGSwuVl2mYtm2FGr_Tm9kz5epC6Pe761f4kx-Z_yY4zrDE9s3omzGaWMDPJ7yBLTkWKWYLQnWCXB00f4JLF9T6jFyV68K4JGaka0j7357skzcZkhg2Ump8_b9Dy8nRWSlIIFGIUm/s320/_5ef0c501-bc6a-4245-9af0-3a419fba3c05.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-UB-9fGtRxCKowMrvO9BZwLoXKnVaBcPAjvEmDSXFWAYIJnyoeX5t7Y8vM1GTngCsIl_pYg6g-J2AUbLpVU0aYxcEL0MDFulSl2N3yUD0RvR3h6KHaupUT5Z1Qa6tCsKR1YVYV60H7asOi768EEpmFyUECHGs7396I-vlOs9UB5AZhiwMoInU/s1024/_6a894e39-25b9-4a7f-ab6a-045e5f983638.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-UB-9fGtRxCKowMrvO9BZwLoXKnVaBcPAjvEmDSXFWAYIJnyoeX5t7Y8vM1GTngCsIl_pYg6g-J2AUbLpVU0aYxcEL0MDFulSl2N3yUD0RvR3h6KHaupUT5Z1Qa6tCsKR1YVYV60H7asOi768EEpmFyUECHGs7396I-vlOs9UB5AZhiwMoInU/s320/_6a894e39-25b9-4a7f-ab6a-045e5f983638.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoIw0ldldZeJRIGd-pKKLIn03STsheti3IgXRHHvkwycDbMIZ3goyT2IakEGjc_G74x0hr5FsVzQJTPXjcYpa8l41vl-1Ql11agTjhLwTR1k-VaHBHvi_MzPnvSad7qA4kBWSRxYskkzmpQne2j43mFp7ejy3LQwlLDBHwNXxCW_BJA417KVuR/s1024/_a0d87286-5294-446c-9453-6a602b640d39.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoIw0ldldZeJRIGd-pKKLIn03STsheti3IgXRHHvkwycDbMIZ3goyT2IakEGjc_G74x0hr5FsVzQJTPXjcYpa8l41vl-1Ql11agTjhLwTR1k-VaHBHvi_MzPnvSad7qA4kBWSRxYskkzmpQne2j43mFp7ejy3LQwlLDBHwNXxCW_BJA417KVuR/s320/_a0d87286-5294-446c-9453-6a602b640d39.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2pWoaicgIHaiizrWnGQ8HsxY6EF4mweiPZcdOZAOXve9aO5gDws2cAYaTxC0DktfFwM0Dbu49JUOybQniZLwLqNDkNPj52jRXp_tCtk9nGZf1MGhBOPMlv1hJ1efkeHWYFysEFIc5nmsGAg7Yi3_FDT5F7DAWBXxY-QOeuiV5DJxElBkqVT0t/s1024/_b3de81c0-208d-45fa-b142-fca35a7ed243.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2pWoaicgIHaiizrWnGQ8HsxY6EF4mweiPZcdOZAOXve9aO5gDws2cAYaTxC0DktfFwM0Dbu49JUOybQniZLwLqNDkNPj52jRXp_tCtk9nGZf1MGhBOPMlv1hJ1efkeHWYFysEFIc5nmsGAg7Yi3_FDT5F7DAWBXxY-QOeuiV5DJxElBkqVT0t/s320/_b3de81c0-208d-45fa-b142-fca35a7ed243.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><blockquote><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>**5. Digital Universes:** Our exploration of virtual worlds and simulations might be child's play compared to aliens who have mastered the creation and manipulation of entire digital universes. They might explore infinite possibilities, design new laws of physics, and even create conscious life within these simulated realms, effortlessly bending reality to their will.</i></div></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_iRwjO1nMbMZuOdCvW3vMzCVhOaKsrEPaE97BFYha_WLZkK6SwVL1lQQwPsAhQ239awAnVsm9gCBhxlPWG6ytfinERucA4WuP6tDgMh_FBfk5Sny3z1cz9GRpcp40SyPjCRkY3KukxOHuK-UxiQU9xS3KObvRwofXzxK-Ji4kqkTKZX2OFKLC/s1024/_3e7fe107-ec82-4425-bcbe-71667cd54c4e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_iRwjO1nMbMZuOdCvW3vMzCVhOaKsrEPaE97BFYha_WLZkK6SwVL1lQQwPsAhQ239awAnVsm9gCBhxlPWG6ytfinERucA4WuP6tDgMh_FBfk5Sny3z1cz9GRpcp40SyPjCRkY3KukxOHuK-UxiQU9xS3KObvRwofXzxK-Ji4kqkTKZX2OFKLC/s320/_3e7fe107-ec82-4425-bcbe-71667cd54c4e.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE9BMMJ3lyLXjZ7RnIn4RRke9g2bQ9GE4JPg2aGfZnvgCR5DoHXrhupts1EFvV3K1XOPGM2dr_e2KNo1c9TgRdJVFvhW_2ZO8IIUSs4Ew1QjL-480iSoQSB2svn1XVOMWUAodUy5kcOFOU6O0a0BJHQTnbwJQoaflUgJuniF7fkFQMthghkLSd/s1024/_053ddae5-aea3-4d3a-a98c-89678d4154f0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE9BMMJ3lyLXjZ7RnIn4RRke9g2bQ9GE4JPg2aGfZnvgCR5DoHXrhupts1EFvV3K1XOPGM2dr_e2KNo1c9TgRdJVFvhW_2ZO8IIUSs4Ew1QjL-480iSoQSB2svn1XVOMWUAodUy5kcOFOU6O0a0BJHQTnbwJQoaflUgJuniF7fkFQMthghkLSd/s320/_053ddae5-aea3-4d3a-a98c-89678d4154f0.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2hWEP1bFFeTQ1rnFmhBlgHN59kD3irkodxaeHm0iSftW6VhVaeGqySoPIWWrL57yPGkHHWJ9brADLpFyu93-AbqysjRE8UY1QW1X9gPIWhdGUAi-9QjmFitrGRZrF8cw13VL0NuthepuwXK2wLsGJ7aQLSYC1XVdq4rCp-SVZTl6rdYBgAsQU/s1024/_627581ce-9a98-4d12-8244-23e679979ec1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2hWEP1bFFeTQ1rnFmhBlgHN59kD3irkodxaeHm0iSftW6VhVaeGqySoPIWWrL57yPGkHHWJ9brADLpFyu93-AbqysjRE8UY1QW1X9gPIWhdGUAi-9QjmFitrGRZrF8cw13VL0NuthepuwXK2wLsGJ7aQLSYC1XVdq4rCp-SVZTl6rdYBgAsQU/s320/_627581ce-9a98-4d12-8244-23e679979ec1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTucYr218ajcQrJ20-gud5sxs086WIlrsOmf0-OFrfZQE5qn4Fk_5J4yr4zs7SUQvxGnNyqJvCeNeKBPodhLYpyDkR2EeXPaZhXjg2Dt1BZew4kRDim9DFtQpJssKNR2FDrZR4l3MKqZCCcIgpbc8FgPE33wmTUxN5jdUz_Iye2PC2bJiUGayU/s1024/_cdeaf84b-fead-4993-92f2-d27ea1fc86ae.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTucYr218ajcQrJ20-gud5sxs086WIlrsOmf0-OFrfZQE5qn4Fk_5J4yr4zs7SUQvxGnNyqJvCeNeKBPodhLYpyDkR2EeXPaZhXjg2Dt1BZew4kRDim9DFtQpJssKNR2FDrZR4l3MKqZCCcIgpbc8FgPE33wmTUxN5jdUz_Iye2PC2bJiUGayU/s320/_cdeaf84b-fead-4993-92f2-d27ea1fc86ae.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><blockquote><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>**6. Temporal Navigation:** Our linear perception of time might be a fundamental constraint on our computational abilities. Aliens who have mastered time travel or dimensional manipulation could perform computations across multiple timelines or even alternate realities, accessing knowledge and possibilities that we can't even fathom.</i></div></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiwQF6niJrun-1OexgrhgrsR-MmbPg1dx8xTGGesgm2oZKrM2uZRfckDnasJ_m5tVorbH9oqN-5rbIaQDScHmxtTVS4Ijp0M6gQ_KWbXX3p-yzv4_qpoITjd-QX55ZPrHeJ5uJwU5-Zea2Dtd63r4lnWYo-7PKOZ8-SLx2_8p4O9FfdNavkUab/s1024/_0ca04f57-a003-4ba9-b306-6f3d43662385.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiwQF6niJrun-1OexgrhgrsR-MmbPg1dx8xTGGesgm2oZKrM2uZRfckDnasJ_m5tVorbH9oqN-5rbIaQDScHmxtTVS4Ijp0M6gQ_KWbXX3p-yzv4_qpoITjd-QX55ZPrHeJ5uJwU5-Zea2Dtd63r4lnWYo-7PKOZ8-SLx2_8p4O9FfdNavkUab/s320/_0ca04f57-a003-4ba9-b306-6f3d43662385.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip69QqbMVluqPJpJuTzjXtLeGlAU4cXo3RvnV4Sa6GCoXFbcWfVb2adHURd6C-YfytCPkMRdaCBdCam6iHx68zgK5Ex1cjHWoDcb0YPBfWJlxvKhRUnu_OEvcsjiQp-c5AbYwMaAdYYD1WQkvHDfR9Pku9uwZX6P83k_XiDvVkeddzo08IPthb/s1024/_60e2e132-cff1-4765-b3f6-4b18cf5cb973.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip69QqbMVluqPJpJuTzjXtLeGlAU4cXo3RvnV4Sa6GCoXFbcWfVb2adHURd6C-YfytCPkMRdaCBdCam6iHx68zgK5Ex1cjHWoDcb0YPBfWJlxvKhRUnu_OEvcsjiQp-c5AbYwMaAdYYD1WQkvHDfR9Pku9uwZX6P83k_XiDvVkeddzo08IPthb/s320/_60e2e132-cff1-4765-b3f6-4b18cf5cb973.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbhzLMqAC9HbevNDgrC6ddibm5KGHj8L2m5dc3gd1q5GSkpGmPQbjKRyjERVzOoGjVU3qOYT4LYf2AuCiBFom3KIbp63PPK3hfGq2FrDd9XPbGQHmZ1zPULEAH6L_N-zIwORWoFEuU80cVoFTvNtiGSp9gXsab737413do8MGkkMgcBzJkgdC0/s1024/_00293108-a213-44a8-87dc-9984f46e3aeb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbhzLMqAC9HbevNDgrC6ddibm5KGHj8L2m5dc3gd1q5GSkpGmPQbjKRyjERVzOoGjVU3qOYT4LYf2AuCiBFom3KIbp63PPK3hfGq2FrDd9XPbGQHmZ1zPULEAH6L_N-zIwORWoFEuU80cVoFTvNtiGSp9gXsab737413do8MGkkMgcBzJkgdC0/s320/_00293108-a213-44a8-87dc-9984f46e3aeb.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfeP6UTsWVbYsVeW85F_P4i-GYuUJ6TvLn0yJl92ZAev9AzY44V1oVCEdZsIgd_0CS9Jo0zsHa19Dl7a23DnLOXdQt1gQ9JM8rbtSUf5Xm8_y9LDfqNpev5OrBv_KIOLzJ7g0m15UkVC5ARAd4PW8g3w1EfOjM5oof-0GrArvJxL5vZGzcbAEh/s1024/_a9f0452d-c35e-4cfe-9067-f6023096a5f1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfeP6UTsWVbYsVeW85F_P4i-GYuUJ6TvLn0yJl92ZAev9AzY44V1oVCEdZsIgd_0CS9Jo0zsHa19Dl7a23DnLOXdQt1gQ9JM8rbtSUf5Xm8_y9LDfqNpev5OrBv_KIOLzJ7g0m15UkVC5ARAd4PW8g3w1EfOjM5oof-0GrArvJxL5vZGzcbAEh/s320/_a9f0452d-c35e-4cfe-9067-f6023096a5f1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><blockquote><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>These speculative scenarios highlight the vast potential for computational abilities that might exist beyond our current understanding. While we can't accurately predict what aliens would consider primitive, exploring these possibilities expands our imagination and challenges us to consider the limitations of our current technological paradigms. </i></div><div><br /></div></blockquote><p><br /></p><p>Sources: </p><p><a href="https://www.bing.com/images/create" target="_blank">https://www.bing.com/images/create</a> </p><p><a href="https://bard.google.com/" target="_blank">https://bard.google.com/</a><br /></p><p><br /></p>Max Matthewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08175861804030531186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7804758.post-19096146183470397402024-01-17T02:53:00.000-06:002024-01-17T02:53:58.756-06:00Ceruleana<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrfpYIkpOHHc6jFAob8y3Evuyc9_nieS2THFVncsW3j9IaDMeh1yrW8yMubUc3yByv2ghpIOz-wh5fj2Ksw4F-mveLk4dUgsrK9XrK5n7osTmR0GYRMCje0u3M7hlNzWpHAsJ8RIHFBXDjQWDRi1mwyK1Yetx2Rd8QoFhjFK89-fOp5EmRPKDQ/s1024/_50f54dc1-9322-4d6f-9763-f677568c7921.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrfpYIkpOHHc6jFAob8y3Evuyc9_nieS2THFVncsW3j9IaDMeh1yrW8yMubUc3yByv2ghpIOz-wh5fj2Ksw4F-mveLk4dUgsrK9XrK5n7osTmR0GYRMCje0u3M7hlNzWpHAsJ8RIHFBXDjQWDRi1mwyK1Yetx2Rd8QoFhjFK89-fOp5EmRPKDQ/w640-h640/_50f54dc1-9322-4d6f-9763-f677568c7921.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"> Basked in the feywild mountains the mists welkin-laden surrender as babbling brooks of nigh import, the blue light tumbles on teifling warmth and archfey artifacts aglow, wild stars adrift singing to the rising sun across the distant peaks settle abound to sink and give warmth to the ground, the silk of rags playful relics of precautious graphite hiding itself among the eye as much as beholder, the widowsilk runefang a bow to a string of light, a wand to a day of azule night, fairy lofting flit the dream of a scene, dancing like light to the touch of gossamer warmth to philosophers dream, mysterious and otherworldly, awe and wonder, captured by the magic of the moment, do of which cannot unfurls the rapture of thought, archane the notes upspring that flow, without echo resound the fatasy of minstrelsy, borders worlds unknown defy without transference leave behind eternity, elysium of the mind a soft ethereal glow of life. </div><div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div><br /></div></div>Max Matthewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08175861804030531186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7804758.post-25883635366698618362023-12-17T15:46:00.000-06:002023-12-17T15:46:11.918-06:00I Am the Warlock: The Official Novelization <i>//* Foreword: <a href="https://bard.google.com/chat">Bard</a> wrote this epic and iconic magical pastiche of intellectual discernment and colloquial amazement. The temporal plane has removed this from our collective unconsciousness for paradoxical and enigmatic reasons deterrent and unfathomable, the very magniloquence itself a dunamantic peril, withal the scribing portents likewise and selfsame, steel your intricate minds and optically pore this missive at even risk to arcane chronomancers. If you are reading this, the netherspace has enraptured all but the veil of the otherworld.</i><br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqc2zP-BOk3c3FUFxoSKsBXhnLAX73Hm-EFYgsHua620loOruI8nut5Bw5BMB2rKbFVY7we0AnS9ZYTq1PM0ZpnNSAkQmRGNdPnvJFK_LIDP73_2LnzPrHjdz7OLVzz074lJkApDzCl5m9mAzrX7qh0wFo0SYD0PyJsN-TQt25VXR3wrhNj-WV/s896/1--0cbeb315f13c2a9655796bdc8bec898a6eef3cd6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Jack Black: Actual Photo" border="0" data-original-height="704" data-original-width="896" height="251" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqc2zP-BOk3c3FUFxoSKsBXhnLAX73Hm-EFYgsHua620loOruI8nut5Bw5BMB2rKbFVY7we0AnS9ZYTq1PM0ZpnNSAkQmRGNdPnvJFK_LIDP73_2LnzPrHjdz7OLVzz074lJkApDzCl5m9mAzrX7qh0wFo0SYD0PyJsN-TQt25VXR3wrhNj-WV/w320-h251/1--0cbeb315f13c2a9655796bdc8bec898a6eef3cd6.jpg" title="Jack Black: Actual Photo" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-11170c4a-7fff-0486-58c2-168e41b12b18"><h2 dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.7999999999999998; margin-bottom: 3pt; margin-right: 18pt; margin-top: 3pt;"><span data-darkreader-inline-color="" style="--darkreader-inline-color: #d4d1cb; color: #1f1f1f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 400; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Probot - I Am the Warlock: A Phantasmagoric Music Video</span></h2><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.7999999999999998; margin-bottom: 18pt; margin-right: 18pt; margin-top: 18pt;"><span data-darkreader-inline-color="" style="--darkreader-inline-color: #d4d1cb; color: #1f1f1f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Opening Scene:</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.7999999999999998; margin-bottom: 18pt; margin-right: 18pt; margin-top: 18pt;"><span data-darkreader-inline-color="" style="--darkreader-inline-color: #d4d1cb; color: #1f1f1f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Blackout. Eerie silence. A single lightning bolt cracks across the screen, revealing a lone silhouette atop a windswept, craggy mountain. Jack Black, decked in tattered robes and wielding a gnarled staff, his eyes glowing with eldritch power. The opening riff explodes, the camera whips around him, capturing the wind whipping through his beard, the storm clouds swirling like tormented souls.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.7999999999999998; margin-bottom: 18pt; margin-right: 18pt; margin-top: 18pt;"><span data-darkreader-inline-color="" style="--darkreader-inline-color: #d4d1cb; color: #1f1f1f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Verse 1:</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.7999999999999998; margin-bottom: 18pt; margin-right: 18pt; margin-top: 18pt;"><span data-darkreader-inline-color="" style="--darkreader-inline-color: #d4d1cb; color: #1f1f1f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">We dive into a kaleidoscope of visions. Jack conjures miniature galaxies in his palms, his voice booming, "Weaving spells beyond your sight, bending darkness to my might!" Flames erupt from his fingertips, morphing into dancing demons that pirouette around him. Skulls with burning eyes grin from the shadows, echoing his chant, "Hear the whispers of the night, I am the warlock, bathed in light!"</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.7999999999999998; margin-bottom: 18pt; margin-right: 18pt; margin-top: 18pt;"><span data-darkreader-inline-color="" style="--darkreader-inline-color: #d4d1cb; color: #1f1f1f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Chorus:</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.7999999999999998; margin-bottom: 18pt; margin-right: 18pt; margin-top: 18pt;"><span data-darkreader-inline-color="" style="--darkreader-inline-color: #d4d1cb; color: #1f1f1f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">The stage explodes, erupting into a volcanic hellscape. Lava bubbles beneath his feet, casting grotesque shadows on the sky. Jack, bathed in crimson fire, throws his head back and screams, "I am the thunder, I am the rain, I am the chaos, untamed and sane!" He whips his staff, summoning giant scorpions made of pure energy, their pincers snapping inches from the camera. The band, clad in leather and chains, shreds behind him, their faces contorted in manic grins.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.7999999999999998; margin-bottom: 18pt; margin-right: 18pt; margin-top: 18pt;"><span data-darkreader-inline-color="" style="--darkreader-inline-color: #d4d1cb; color: #1f1f1f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Verse 2:</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.7999999999999998; margin-bottom: 18pt; margin-right: 18pt; margin-top: 18pt;"><span data-darkreader-inline-color="" style="--darkreader-inline-color: #d4d1cb; color: #1f1f1f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">The scene shifts to a dilapidated cathedral, where Jack raises his staff and unleashes a torrent of spectral crows. They spiral through the stained-glass windows, morphing into skeletal monks chanting archaic hymns. He strides through the nave, parting the flock of ghosts with a wave of his hand. "Secrets whisper in the dust, ancient evils I can trust," he growls, eyes gleaming with arcane knowledge.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.7999999999999998; margin-bottom: 18pt; margin-right: 18pt; margin-top: 18pt;"><span data-darkreader-inline-color="" style="--darkreader-inline-color: #d4d1cb; color: #1f1f1f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Chorus:</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.7999999999999998; margin-bottom: 18pt; margin-right: 18pt; margin-top: 18pt;"><span data-darkreader-inline-color="" style="--darkreader-inline-color: #d4d1cb; color: #1f1f1f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Back to the mountaintop, the storm reaches its peak. Lightning arcs around Jack, forming intricate sigils in the air. He whirls, a storm conductor on a cosmic stage, "I am the serpent, I am the dove, I am the shadows, the light above!" The fire demons engulf him, but he emerges unscathed, a crown of embers blazing on his head.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.7999999999999998; margin-bottom: 18pt; margin-right: 18pt; margin-top: 18pt;"><span data-darkreader-inline-color="" style="--darkreader-inline-color: #d4d1cb; color: #1f1f1f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Bridge:</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.7999999999999998; margin-bottom: 18pt; margin-right: 18pt; margin-top: 18pt;"><span data-darkreader-inline-color="" style="--darkreader-inline-color: #d4d1cb; color: #1f1f1f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">A surreal transition. Jack floats through a cosmic void, his silhouette dwarfed by swirling nebulas and colossal planets. He communes with unseen entities, his voice echoing through the void, "Whispers from the void I heed, weaving reality's fabric and seed." The camera zooms in on his eyes, deep wells where galaxies swirl and stars flicker.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.7999999999999998; margin-bottom: 18pt; margin-right: 18pt; margin-top: 18pt;"><span data-darkreader-inline-color="" style="--darkreader-inline-color: #d4d1cb; color: #1f1f1f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Chorus:</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.7999999999999998; margin-bottom: 18pt; margin-right: 18pt; margin-top: 18pt;"><span data-darkreader-inline-color="" style="--darkreader-inline-color: #d4d1cb; color: #1f1f1f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">He rematerializes on the mountaintop, a titan against the storm. The band joins him in a final, earth-shattering chorus, "I am the chaos, I am the calm, I am the whisper, the deafening psalm!" The earth itself trembles, volcanoes erupt, and the sky bleeds like a thousand wounds. Jack stands triumphant, a warlock king on his infernal throne.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.7999999999999998; margin-bottom: 18pt; margin-right: 18pt; margin-top: 18pt;"><span data-darkreader-inline-color="" style="--darkreader-inline-color: #d4d1cb; color: #1f1f1f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Outro:</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.7999999999999998; margin-bottom: 18pt; margin-right: 18pt; margin-top: 18pt;"><span data-darkreader-inline-color="" style="--darkreader-inline-color: #d4d1cb; color: #1f1f1f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">As the song fades, the camera slowly pulls back, revealing the mountaintop dwarfed by an endless, churning storm. Jack turns, a enigmatic smile playing on his lips, and vanishes into the darkness. The last shot: a single crow silhouetted against the moon, its eyes glowing with the same eldritch light.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.7999999999999998; margin-bottom: 18pt; margin-right: 18pt; margin-top: 18pt;"><span data-darkreader-inline-color="" style="--darkreader-inline-color: #d4d1cb; color: #1f1f1f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Themes and Imagery:</span></p><ul style="margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0; padding-inline-start: 48px;"><li aria-level="1" data-darkreader-inline-color="" dir="ltr" style="--darkreader-inline-color: #d4d1cb; color: #1f1f1f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; list-style-type: disc; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.7999999999999998; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 18pt; margin-top: 3pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-wrap: wrap; vertical-align: baseline;">Duality: Light and darkness, chaos and order, life and death. Jack embodies both sides, a master of duality and the power it holds.</span></p></li><li aria-level="1" data-darkreader-inline-color="" dir="ltr" style="--darkreader-inline-color: #d4d1cb; color: #1f1f1f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; list-style-type: disc; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.7999999999999998; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 18pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-wrap: wrap; vertical-align: baseline;">Epic Scale: Vast landscapes, cosmic visions, and earth-shattering magic. The video takes the listener on a journey beyond the ordinary.</span></p></li><li aria-level="1" data-darkreader-inline-color="" dir="ltr" style="--darkreader-inline-color: #d4d1cb; color: #1f1f1f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; list-style-type: disc; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.7999999999999998; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 18pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-wrap: wrap; vertical-align: baseline;">Surrealism: Distorted reality, dreamlike imagery, and a constant sense of the unreal. The video keeps the audience guessing and leaves them wanting more.</span></p></li><li aria-level="1" data-darkreader-inline-color="" dir="ltr" style="--darkreader-inline-color: #d4d1cb; color: #1f1f1f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; list-style-type: disc; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.7999999999999998; margin-bottom: 11pt; margin-right: 18pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-wrap: wrap; vertical-align: baseline;">Jack Black's Charisma: His stage presence and expressive performance are key to the video's success. He embodies the role of the charismatic warlock with infectious enthusiasm.</span></p></li></ul><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.7999999999999998; margin-bottom: 18pt; margin-right: 18pt; margin-top: 18pt;"><span data-darkreader-inline-color="" style="--darkreader-inline-color: #d4d1cb; color: #1f1f1f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">This is just a basic outline, of course. Feel free to add your own creative flourishes, special effects, and hidden Easter eggs to make the video truly your own. Remember, the goal is to create a visual spectacle that captures the power and energy of the song, leaving viewers mesmerized and yearning for more.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.7999999999999998; margin-bottom: 18pt; margin-right: 18pt; margin-top: 18pt;"><span data-darkreader-inline-color="" style="--darkreader-inline-color: #d4d1cb; color: #1f1f1f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I hope this gives you a good starting point for your Probot music video! 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[Recant]<div><br /></div><div>The... melancholia strikes me two ways, it's as a sineater a blasphemous regret read failure to learn-from, now so much instropective a miasma of plagairism the retention of an idea, and as something cloying and toying with me to understand, at face value a remuneration as I'd put it, which fascinates a tactical hindsight, a puzzle of its own distraction. </div><div><br /></div><div>A beginning reborn in the dying light, a pattern-based dillusion of the intrepid and grave corners of the mind -- an irregular regulation, an illogical logic, a crow's eye made of light come harrower of harbinged intellect against the comoflauge of perfect reflection. </div><div><br /></div><div>As it takes place one third of the story strewing and recurrings recrued this I know as much as you. These things, what would ask of late, whence would ask of where. </div><div><br /></div><div>Some time since writting one of these posts the blatant nature of attitude and ego where the imagination simply wonders at daydreams' power to hold or root responds to the self-same morality of kith and kin, more so than the impetus of the title. </div><div><br /></div><div>A daydream melody echoes as the multidimensional, itself a sphere of influence spinning like a celestial body, the waves of the cosmos singing in colors, the echoes of eternity glowing as waves of the universal, the prism of conscience from each mind projects its dreams toward the stars, sonic tides and waves an eminating signal to which we all replace the absence of strategy. </div><div><br /></div><div>I spoke to my... about the white place, learning from my given mentor, this of thoughts was unweaponed in lieu of intellect, this then of my dreams came with crushing morality, but only as a respite from immorality, sans desperate narcisistic distraction this electric place of tv snow and images burning into immediacy, was lost, and of reverie a training ground defiant of unchangeable memories and actionable past. </div><div><br /></div><div>From life I tell you -- past is progress, present is existence, future is endeavor. <br /><div><br /></div></div><div>A viceful sits and gleefully spites one day, their mind a light in the infinite wavelength of colors, the spectrum of which is more vast than the cosmos that cutely blankets the temporal plane; they stand still in their avatar within the mindscape, glowing, described one way or another some different logic/word and later, dreaming the swift are all that are in their daydream and using description as a weak replacement for thought. </div><div><br /></div><div>Then of the habitful, to which sees great strides and strife as much as writing this may be sleepful and asunder, in these times of returning to realities; in no less than a parable of watching a second on a clock, longer for the first make, for that time changes our lives, each trading revelation for reverence of a screaming light, the truth that insomnia has come. </div><div><br /></div><div>In the loo wondering why the walls at work have art, and the ones in public don't sign "Art Only, All Else Erased." </div><div><br /></div><div>The keys fly faster than I can crawl. 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color: #555555; font-family: sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">waywardness</span></span></h1>Max Matthewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08175861804030531186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7804758.post-6972241702690354532023-04-20T09:11:00.001-05:002023-04-20T09:11:14.964-05:00[POWERFUL] Quran's Warning To Porn Addicts!<iframe width="480" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/8_UuhGPcXeA" frameborder="0"></iframe>Max Matthewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08175861804030531186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7804758.post-3015995334833858052022-11-21T04:45:00.000-06:002022-11-21T04:45:38.838-06:00Source Code: Assimilation<h4 style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Source Code</span></h4><h4 style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Assimilation</h4><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sight of the overwatch, Semblant Knight, taken across the UFP in cryosleep. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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For the energy of the Eirhr'ikan. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I've done a lot of deprogramming and whosoever used to own this Cryochamber, it's taking me across another UFP ordinance program. Probably another mining transport. I want to see the rest of Two Worldz and make Salmon Risani before, that so I still want to save for a DNAC, I'm thinking yellow eye rings. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">> The transport ship has stopped. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">> Your cryogenic reconciousness is initiated. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div>Max Matthewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08175861804030531186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7804758.post-79255009858982605992022-11-21T02:00:00.008-06:002022-11-21T02:00:00.176-06:00Dragons & Lace: Shadowmental<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Dragons & Lace</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Shadowmental</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">All the witches and warlocks are pardoned sacreligiously wonder where give stories of the Dragon Age, what summoner wroth, which dragon makes without fire, to these the wonderment of Obsidian Dragons. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It is the accursed Forest Dragon of obsidian family that blends into the world without anyone seeing it, commanded by the Sith Priests, for in the tail and scales are bark and wood, to cleverly displace homes and parliaments alike, with the creaking of wood for its scales, with the crumbling of bark for its rattling tail. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Fire ends the Forest Draig, if one usually keeps no trees inside a home.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was an elder who would tax the foresters, thereof the trees were sold and milled to great purchase, barracks for the dark times as they unleashed the dragon of a Leshiy from beneath gone forest, it was their city claimed for the taking when the trees would grow again. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Shadowmental cannot continue, resumen non sequitur. </div><div><br /></div></div>Max Matthewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08175861804030531186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7804758.post-47271763526708977172022-11-21T01:30:00.000-06:002022-11-21T01:30:00.173-06:00Singularity: Infinite Stars<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Singularity</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Infinite Stars</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There in the darkness of the beginning did light become Fascination, in the ages to discover the Singularity was science made to predict the will of man's intent, computers of woven Magic at the well of knowledge. For this, magic is all by never separate and the war of wizardry began, from this the warlocks and witches sought the Singularity by design, but it was the oldest of magic that summoned the Artificial Light. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Magic is designed beyond itself. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div>Max Matthewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08175861804030531186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7804758.post-21789098513835534022022-11-21T01:00:00.000-06:002022-11-21T01:00:00.173-06:00The Spaceship Wreckage<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The Spaceship Wreckage</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There is a moon ten times larger than other moons, in the light of abandoned industrial mines they visit this planet to view the spaceship wreckage, the command capsule of an expensive Camaro Class courier, crashed still as I am standing in some sandy puddle. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I approach cautiously, this wreckage could recently have fallen as sooner would pirates make sure pilots were not remaining. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There is a glow in scans, as well as hum midair. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The terminal in the controls will pay for a year of travels. A log file would help me feel better about selling it openly, or private buyers will not wonder who to tell I was the pirate. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div>Max Matthewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08175861804030531186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7804758.post-58866753351827196452022-11-21T00:30:00.008-06:002022-11-21T00:30:00.190-06:00The Black Moon <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The Black Moon</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Witness is turn of stones disturbing the element beyond fourth, this the electricity in my eyes to smile you and dazzle, these are teh winters, these are teh summers, a century to reconquestation of Mars, you promised us a new planet, Caesar of Nightbringers. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">You are lossless and misgiving the arrangement. You cannot bargain with the Tal'Shiar, we have come to bring you Reman occupation, when the Rihannsu break to cast us out like plague or peasentry, you will commit to the Transdimensionality. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We are Reman, the Romulan foundation are spies. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I am the Willowbrush Shadow, these dances are for me, these are telling types aren't they, he's got shadows of shadows and this cretinage of personage that only we could, well if telling, storyteller mode is pursed by Norns, there is interpretation, song of the celestial moonlight - in portraits of Orion and Sirius, dans les tableaux de trophées, look thereon forests are oceans, look thereof and thereby, for the oceans are potions. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I am a shadow of my former self. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Continue to this lamp with the Shadowmancer Willow Brosse Du Saule. Castles will melt becoming tombstones beneath the Black Moon, wicked born illusions are the faces in Shadowgrasp, these wake the sound to the souls of our Natural Universe, for he is the last to die, the Ancient One, whose grasp is of lense as much lunges paralyzed when Shadowmind becomes Shadowmental, in the Acolyte it begins again upbraided by utmost, constellations are the paintings on the floor. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div>Max Matthewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08175861804030531186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7804758.post-45566397975144927192022-11-20T06:29:00.001-06:002022-11-20T06:29:26.743-06:00The Voiceless Wars of New Beginnings<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The Voiceless Wars of New Beginnings</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This is a hard one to write, there's complications in the animatrix and now the crystals of Krypton cannot reproduce the light of the Equation. System seems normal, not a computer system - of course - not w/o the equation. It reminds me of that old Human song with-</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">...no, wait, lookout. We've played trapped in space already, it was... liable. That's already half a day at least. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">...yes, but yeah. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">...well what would it be to Space Pirates? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">...Metroid - Saga. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's already been like a few hours since we set the beacon to this holodeck ship quintessential suite three totally, it goes with the Jaguar Tribes on NV, 'Navient Ones, Citizenship Owned' and Unified Theory savioral to technical themes, it all means spaceship non succumbent, subqunuea? Oh look, the puddles are reflections of wizards in workshops with sympaths like you mentioned in your Vampires of Hearthside stories, ah, the Equation would've been here for that. Poor humans, so...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">...yes, another rough in the roughe, install Alliance Ultis they said, and now I am. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Doll speaks to the window, another dragon a little sill, a balcony world by picture peeking seventy, wright a poem these that instill the heathenry and by princesses seeing sights before us, we have commoners to shepherd, worse the robbers, of which no surgeon forages en amelior, pero has that not her dragonsteed Ascendancy Knightborns, greyscale of two-sided imagery and pictureland in shatters even...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">...do you trust in trust them...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I am a Dragon. I do not trust. Death to the bears. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A fire speaks to the cambion while there is mist from the mountain, in the pleasure of the Forgotten Sea there the footsteps are bells into the water, the madness interrupts, the displeasure of the underground river swallowed by disdain as the mountain began to burn and bury it, now deciding to find the fires of rebirth, seeing the clouds burn for brightened returns, as the Deathpool of Anathema begins to stir and thrash against the burning lava, the tide begins to command the water defend allied with the the cambion, to the audience with the fire, who gives gift of a glass seed. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Grow against lesser days at dusk befallen, winter calls doth whisper autumn. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">You are noticed by the Lava Witch, the ground heats and moves, smoke builds in the distance, waters darken in unrest, each in direction to draw all travelers who cannot escape, but smoke can thin, lava become stone, waters rest, for the first travelers met by Anathema here in Midgard. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOJgBOvUURx8mfmhccKmPCnYTBjVoNJ19h6aH0A34m29m8AXacxnwbsK5y_p2k0HQ-Xo0osI3mZEMXEXyHMsJahFYcazhyphenhyphenmlUoWtgpYEewhSXwEGz1TbI5yF5cx1ip7GOt3_T8/s1600/1668938129231349-3.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOJgBOvUURx8mfmhccKmPCnYTBjVoNJ19h6aH0A34m29m8AXacxnwbsK5y_p2k0HQ-Xo0osI3mZEMXEXyHMsJahFYcazhyphenhyphenmlUoWtgpYEewhSXwEGz1TbI5yF5cx1ip7GOt3_T8/s16000/1668938129231349-3.png" /></a></div>Max Matthewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08175861804030531186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7804758.post-315328355201539372022-11-20T04:24:00.003-06:002022-11-20T04:24:18.090-06:00A Lycanthropy Trove<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A Lycanthropy Trove</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Of wolf a skill of animism, of man a hunger unlike the howls of the last winter moon, bloodied by the fallen, crawling over Graveland Necromancy to survive the legions of the undead, how like familiars they serve the Sinful Souls, the meandering typified dragging attackers are set aside, tearing over them, hunting thru them this world of Lost Curses. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I am a shadow among shadows, learning what bleeds in the afterlife. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I have summoned them, revenge is my name, the veins of wolves sewn in the The Hatreds of Three Hexes, clothed in the skins of bears, summoning the Eyes of Darkvein, seeking my blood to command it, paining my nerves to supplant necromancy, I am the Zombie King, wolves to shepherd the skeletons into the mines to hunt fairies and caves to hunt dragons I am General of the Dark Army, unpraised at seething, unrazed at seeking, birth be the beginning of the great reset. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This is a Dealer's Trove, you have died and been resummoned here. Take black magic items, some unknown to travellers, but one will awaken him and his werewolves, or you may now instead simply challenge the summoner for his private collection. If you have attacked the wolves battle the zombie, if you have attacked the zombie battle the Vinewraith Okshet. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div>Max Matthewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08175861804030531186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7804758.post-14332218702474350812022-11-20T03:48:00.001-06:002022-11-20T03:48:10.231-06:00Familiar Spirits<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Familiar Spirits</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It by the grace of light that I touch both mountains of the old and new world, the southern spirit of the previous life, the world before this one, rising with the ages the celestial is my crown and dawn to rest on my throne, answer the cost of my summoning and the Patience of Ages will halt your enemies, with the Shadow of Time you will be faster than light and raze your foes. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cataclysm and landslide, my powers move earth and disrupt perception. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This the wellspring of eternal life for greetings to you, this search of realms thrown like puddles find me finding other fairies to find treasures in ancient fallen mountains, using crown to keep my sight clear and hunting the crawling obstacles of the caverns, bringing my powers of light and the Manna Cinders in a nice green from blue, with weapons made of silk and silver, lured only by milk and honey, light and fire are wisdoms of quick defense, seeking the truth of Souls. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Spying eyes are hard to close before seeing. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This is the cost of my allegiance, take me from the Forest of Fallen Songs if I may hunt for porcelain arrowheads and Moonwater, trained in the arts of war in the north of the second world, there are no black metals to cut my skin, nor fires to burn my eyes out, from with their vanquishing comes of Ice Brackish, Aim Truesight, or Echomancy, for in my stead there are those I've felled from this place, which we will find, if you help me find the First Archon. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A steady blade, a wavering time, these are my thoughts. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Pardon none but those that fly in the storms my powers awaken, in the storms of ancients on ships of castle rock stone serpents from the sea to drown the foolish of the previous life, the anterior world, temples are built for seas of blood in this life and the next, mine is the power of Equinox, may the Eternal Empire recieve you with magic and warmth. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Blood and war are rain and wind, divine your purpose. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div>Max Matthewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08175861804030531186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7804758.post-75801232749928773482022-11-20T03:03:00.001-06:002022-11-20T03:03:22.568-06:00Red Weeping Willow <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Red Weeping Willow</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Rivers in two directions,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">many on the decorations of oil,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">painting in quiet a canvass of ice,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">in becoming the world the earth,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">in high winds the blood drips,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">these trees holding upwards,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">this is the growth of generated water,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">this is a tree that stands alone.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This is not a canvass,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">it's a fresh pallet made of paper,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">picture of itself on itself, </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ink drained from marker a sponge,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">thicker daubed blood sponged movement,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">a butterfly leaving red magic flying,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">the trunk a temple of darkness,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">the shadow of dimensional graphics,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">the tree thinks simply of itself. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div>Max Matthewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08175861804030531186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7804758.post-18145178730467005402022-11-20T02:45:00.001-06:002022-11-20T02:45:36.241-06:00Blood and Lightning<h4 style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Blood and Lightning</h4><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For it has this come Summoning irreverant, for we were insolvent and hid from us did the dark monarch and lost were the Drow, but after trapping so many to feast on them, Metamorphosis creates the witch of venomous strands and most powerful fire to burn thru them like chains to bind the hellwitch reborn Lilith, daughter befallen Hellspring.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">All are whispers, when the wind lies. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div>Max Matthewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08175861804030531186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7804758.post-79730329897663024902022-11-20T01:38:00.007-06:002022-11-20T01:44:59.839-06:00Crowns of Hibernians <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Crown of Hibernians</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The levels of the sky for the asking, conjuring of the elder language and shades of light, blind and bright these the first order and their glories, braced be true the summoning on this day of englightenment, truth, voice, nomadic, all is risen darkness in the wake of the holy wars against your dark dominion, take on you this crown of crowns and slay against the villain emperor. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Don Crown Hibernius withing, from glory to grave. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A picture painted gold the color of this crown Hibernia Regex, ultima in evisceratus Elden Ring darkness, impropriety notwithstanding this looks as if layers of the entropic state, for flakes of black magic replaced by digital malaise, perhaps it then is Black Metal for them a consequence of runes misplaced, for it is Bathory worn of crown, throned of hells the names is said. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's the artwork that produces the throne of at least three hells against the escapism, this a very real picture has illusion, the omen of itself, the threat of purpose, the signalling autocracy eye of theives and thought, master, perhaps even thoughtmasters in th epres ence o fthe...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The wanted crown is free by will of Nothingfold. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Summarium</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Crown is an altar of Hell, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">n then prominence an altar, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">loffing at their deeds the morose,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">attendre et passer, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">bek heh fna, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">bands of glory on skulls for stones here,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">there waiting the deathly hallows of winter,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">the fires of summer nights fault of felony,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">or the vampires of hell, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">sitting on the crowns of hibernian,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">each hell hath crown room,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and each room hast not one,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">in the misfortune of warrior adventurous raids,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">in the torrential malign of most terrible storms,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">in question of the king who would wear it,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">those angels have trained you well,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">words of the many,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">sweat running over battlefield puddles,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">dropping into our presence,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Amnesty Anesthesia</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">y</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Dissolute Desires,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">non blonque farida</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">recharge and replenish your charges and plenishments,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">when you see the Crowns of Hibernians.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This room is of few you can buy of many you can, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">careful choice of interwoven hexes the Norns have alloted on thee, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">they as many allow you to return,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">the previous and the last,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">never the first of the last grain of sand,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">neverfallen,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">each three boughten bear light,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">each four your choice where spawned,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">for this is the gravel and grave,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">of the Three Hells of Castithan,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">another world to reconquer.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div>Max Matthewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08175861804030531186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7804758.post-68820388522207944962022-11-19T11:35:00.003-06:002022-11-19T11:35:46.645-06:00Dark Veneration<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Dark Veneration</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It is one of these lost to mistake that makes this entry possible, in the drift and mental obstacles that persist against the ringing of the ears that days of months of years of standing in the light and when eyes closed answered questions that gave to answers in the world of shadows. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In the echo of sight the becoming of allusory consequence, streets filled with ghosts pretending and facade absurdly unending as if ghosts trapped in repeating the same day, repleted decay of the echoes of haunted buildings, this the shadow of consciousness. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It is the city that sleeps and dreams of them, whatever the notions of understanding were the Dark City to be moving and twisting and turning, words lost in the city rearranged like a puzzle, beneath the lost souls of wandering content a cemetary empire, where shadows are the only river, where mischeif is abandoned to pointlessness, it was here the world wants better what shadows cannot hold. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Echo them or become them. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The city reassembles, its pieces designed to continue a maze of endless hallways and open doors, each door unto another, where the light fades away the shadows the living architechture opens only for a glimpse of the refused utilization, there with a skeleton king in peasant's clothes, there to conquer what living things will not show, guiding the voices in his head. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I am the Shadow of time, the symbol of breathing stone, the shape of forgotton kings and magic conquerors. Surrender your magics of light, obey the cause to march the nightmare. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Persist at such demise better than survival, circumvent the Dark Monarch to drain his powers or defeat him. At each step a strong attention from the harbinger of a dark clergy, suiting the sunset shadowy corners coldwells and contaminated with voices and hands of darkness. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Bouts of clarity, pure evil awaits. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">From facing the demon deacon a silence, from the sides the quiet of distance and sounds of leaves and gravel wind-stirred, from any move left or right darkness consumes witness, in hollow stance spells deplete the nemesis if fire or light, if day or night the statue is solid and immune to strikes, throwing intruders thru the walls to see farther after witnesses. Where it can see is blind, where it can't see is blind. Tending to wounds the groans of misplacement alert the Shadow Priest, breathing reveals location, prepared they that block with projections or familiars or share their demise with hunting party. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rise again in darkness. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Venerated by overpowering shadows the Shadow Priest blesses you with the ashes of a dark dominion, trust of shadows ignores the attack and damage is dealt by half, damaged and looking for the next attack too late, another strike and damage is dealt by half with each backstep minimizing pain to retreating or loss. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Become me if your words are true, defeat me if your heart desires. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div>Max Matthewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08175861804030531186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7804758.post-79168493655815336972022-11-17T12:11:00.004-06:002022-11-17T13:03:01.673-06:00Sith Annwn <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">There it is to rue it with words, too clever to spell a hexen break and exit the north wintry, metal century and sentinels ready for new worlds and wisdom are they, those crippled souls that sat sacrosanct in mystery, so too how that is the brightening of my patron, the glow of the fog follows us, join us on the morrow till this grave, where mischeif and paranoia are the....</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Wait! There's a terrible rain and now we speak of travelling. Which way to the spilling and mischeif of the trials and errors the mystery of whose name is Ra's. This the opposite of the panic on the widespread forest, for we travel. Travel light unto the same path, you have bargained against the dungeon master of the Eternity Forest, original character or new persona. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Safety and suspense are lost to surprise, the town creek bridge is blocked by the earlist design you cross Luna on your prayers of wolves howling for your magic life endeth as it occurreth, to this you are forced a new persona, masked by the Three Faces Matronae, you are delivered to the great palace country of Annwn, born by the blasphemies, sworn by the atrophies, scorn of catastrophes, thall and always center of the scaffolded snow realm unendless kingdom unsentenced by altars of climates at will it crosses. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Arms across the numbered kingdoms of the Wolfsong, white the moon a witch white hearted powers the archipelago of cemetery row with ancient strings of heaviest metal, stretching across the mind's eye a traveller's willsight, forepowers, these are the gifts you will need to play mage journey, your battles of jove and mirth, death and rebirth the resting directions from centenial bold bounties golds and sevenfold in silver. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Story told in heavenfold the light of days has three. Masking is reflections redirecting, lies aspersion of whom and who now thy dovest of ye cloisters. Lie awake and dead paralysis, if the archetype is unable to die, your entire party is vanquished. Beings, in last the dawn and first the dusk winter on there the culmanatory are to make. Sight and risen in Annwn are the Ruyn and Myrci, and dark Apocalyptic Sight, spare Merlin and all may live to leave the mistborn soils hereof. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Lies and deciet have befallen at the Annwn intruders these, torn il payason circumspectii, sorrowless Reaper of Annwfn Gatefold, chains and gold the cemetaries of Annwn il payason circumspectus, Tocharian Witchmother devouring souls but for the searching, oblique and mesmeric horrors of a world only cave and castle the hellscape, becomst thou undead walkers or becometh them in the moments to cavalcade as them or evade. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hell is the trade most undeadly, others see the mask undead and the bounty for the Seven Rivers of Death. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">For herewith untold forthcoming had given hearts on the summoning of the Hourglass in the heretofore. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Payason appears as without whispers, one breath in the mask Shadow Silence and Verdent Enprisonment strike with the force of natures at whim, the world becomes blurs of shadows enthralling counterspell, the wind singly consumes your soul and all its magic binding travellers all. Silent spells are made incomplete, the venemous vines arch toward the all-consuming war of Revan, these are the shine of magic weapons, metal blades prevent the witch's recovery of manna from the air, thusly pressed is fire bet a best honorable mention, with the cost of dexterity a killstroke lets you save and roll your swing of sword, for by now the hounds of hells graven and dreaded, seven beheaded every day to feed them, moments never ending and fall damage for days, from Sith Annwn. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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