If humanity was a cohesive whole, you have to assume, this spaceship floating in space, the Earth program one point two, that there are tendrils already doing necessary thinking, guiding and organizing, our little flock of sheep, this space truck stop, if there are string, and the future echoing, there’s probably brain scanning, and telepathy, our overlords, the cloud architects, are probably deciding so many things, the sun and the moon, astrology and magick, just a simulation of what we can be, the earth is flat, and if you think about it, our art and entertainment, programming, who built the pyramids, I’m telling you, it’s aliens, Voldemort feeding on unicorn blood, looking in the mirror, god, is that you, delusions and dreams, honey in a jar, was it me all along…

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