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Be good to one another. Be happy and polite. Live life to its fullest. Celebrate in life, and in death, and know that any day, you could die. So act correctly, or in whatever way you perceive as being correct. Understand that all men are equal. They all strut and fret in life, to be smitten down in their end, with all their toil to be forgotten in all things but distant memories and fading papers. And who shall be memorized for their cars in life? For the office work you have done? For all those times you were happy about getting a pay check, just to feel depressed only weeks later from your lack of money. Do not worry about material things. Only seek to do your best. All you have to worry about is your consciousness. Your soul. Your soul consists of energies which flow through all things. We feed on these energies, and exchange them without knowing it. For us, the exchange of energies is much like breathing, in that you are doing it, yet not realizing that you are doing it. So what do negative feelings do? They are exchanged. They make things worse for you and other people. And if you die with a bad consciousness, your negative energies return to the atmosphere, to the aether, and are recycled, yet still contaminated. And you suffer when you view things in a negative manner. You suffer, and when you die, you go over your life, and you look over all things. You remember all the things you could have done and should have done, and you shall be tortured by them. But you shall not be tortured so long as you act in good consciousness. There is no objective "good" and "evil". They are but perceptions of convenience and inconvenience. Let all things in life be a convenience in your eyes. May you be happy in life. Celebrate life for its creation. New Life! New Potential! Fresh Energy! Celebrate life for its virtues and for all things which can be celebrated. A good life! Goodness in the world! Celebrate life's fragility. Say "Any day, I could die. So let me live each day like I shall be forced to repeat it forever!" Why? Why noy live like each day is your last? Because each day has potential to be your last, already. Now, if you treat every day as being one that you'll have to repeat forever, if you get things done, and if you feel good and accomplished or comfortable, happy, or ready to be replenished by a deep rest, then every day shall be happy. Mankind is sad. It has gone for generations only thinking in terms of pleasure in this lifetime. Happiness should not be a goal to attain, but rather something you will to see. And when all is viewed as good and happy, then you shall act for good things. You shall be good. You shall act good. What you breathe, eat, drink, hear, say, give, and recieve shall all be good so long as you will yourself to find good in it. And since all things are good, you shall finally be happy. You shall not need to be drugged, or deluded. You shall be high on life. The answer of life, and the meaning of life shall be apparent: Live. Live a life of goodness and happiness. Care little of nothing. Do what you will, and accept your responsibility for all things and for your actions, and the actions of others. Help your fellow man to also see the good in things, in whatever way you can. See your will realized upon this Earth through your own actions, on Earth, and with your body, spirit, and mind. And let your brothers and sisters wallow in suffering, but deliver them from it, and teach them to be happy with whatever happens in their lives.

Government: In a world where men are gods, there is communism. Seeing that men are not gods, but instead are automatons of influence, then the perfect government for mankind would fully permit one to do what they are willed to do. They would be permitted to do what they shall with only fear of wraith from their god, but not as much of their fellow man. The peoples would group together according to their wills and their beliefs. They would choose to voluntarily associate with, and subjugate themselves to whatever the group would wish for them to do. There would be no official government, with the law being the morals of the individual, in their usage of morals in application to their actions, and their relations with their fellow man. Man was never free, but now man could live his life in a way which nature and the universe would will him to, rather than living a false life fettered by laws and superfluous goals and expectations. Man would be left alone to do what he will upon the planet's surface. The foolish would kill each other, while the wise would only care about their own lives, and their well being in the long run. In a world without government, people would finally be left alone to find nature and their god. Humanism would cease to exist. Rather, a break between societies would be created, and mankind would begin to find ways to exploit one another. Anarcho-Capitalism would succeed in the cities, and Anarcho-Syndicalism would succeed in the industries. The farmers would turn to socialism of some form, while the truly independent persons would live on the fringes of all these systems. The independents would become hermits, and would ultimately be the successors to all these systems. The independents are the Zarathustras of the world. Men of action. Men who enjoy life and existence. Men beyond the wills and whims of their brothers, and thus they shall be the precursors to the Overmen. The Overman shall exist when all of man's systems have begun to collapse. It shall be when the Transhumans and Posthumans of the technological society assimilate themselves to the ways of the self-sufficient Independent, and of the hermit who goes into the hills to pursue a greater meaning in life. And thus, the overman would be bourne. He would be beyond man in morals, mind, body, and spirit. Man would try so hard to crush the Overman, but would be left to struggle until death, or until Man's eventual acceptance of the Overman's ways and superiority.

Book of Connor: 1: And he said, "You have done unto others what you would like to have done to you." And he smiled at those who cowered beneath him. 2: "Thou have given me thy wraith, and so be ready to recieve mine." 3: And he looked at those around him and thus spoke to them. "Do not let the horror of what could have been affect you. The human mind is man's greatest scourge. From it is bourne sin. All mortal sins. One lusts for dopamine, adrenaline, and serotonin. One is greedy of those who have it. But you do not take heed. He who gets them shall become an addict. And he who is an addict to anything but the will of the universe and nature has been led astray. He hath fallen into the hands of a false idol." 4: "All men have a propensity to be great, so long as their will is in accordance with all the true wills of the world." 5: "He who is willed by society, and by the false constructs of man shall lead a false life. He shall become addicted to dopamine, and shall ever toil hopelessly for another fix. Your happiness is chemical, while your means are organic. Thou shall become a machine, and not a man. Thou shall live and lead a false life." 6: And at the end of the speech, Connor thus told those quaking in fear. "Why do you fear? Fear is but another will forced upon you. You fear for life for you have not had your daily fix of dopamine." 7: "Those who pray, now, what do you pray for? He who prays to live shall not live. Your aims are astray. You seek God's protection in a time of desperation. Why only now? Why hae thou not prayed before? God rewards only the faithful." 8: "He who now prays for forgiveness, and thus accepts their fate shall also be killed. But they shall be rewarded. They hold fear, but fear me less than their creator or their deity. May they perish in peace, and at peace with themselves. They shall be nobler than he who passes trying, and fretting to remain alive." 9: And Connor thus looked at all before him, and thus spoke. "We are but pawns in the big scheme of the universe; The scheme of nature." 10: "Fear not your place in it, for you must know that all things are but part of this scheme orchestrated by the forces of science and nature. He who accepts this shall be at peace, and shall do what he will on the planet. He who does not accept this shall be in hell, for the universe shall become the hell where they are imprisioned to false wills and false idols." 11: With that, Connor pulled back the hammer, and unleashed the wraith of nature and all things nautral upon the products of man's constructs and institutions. 12: And at last he was free. Connor had stabbed at the eyes of Goliath through taking out his children, and thus prepared to take on the giant who was Goliath. One well placed shot would thus leave the Giant incapacitated, and would leave his men in chaos. Without the constructs and wills of Goliath, they were without an idol. 13: So Connor Stood upon the cliffs, and thus spoke to the writhing crowds of Goliath's children and soldiers. "I am what I am, and I am the man who stood against a giant. Thou may kill me, but know, and fear, all you who are afraid of anything but your place in this world, fear me." 14: "Come and kill me. But know that I am a man. I could be your neighbor, your friend, or even the man who delivers the mail. And know that I, the "Wrong person at the wrong time" took on a giant, and the giant's spawn. I took on the machine, as a creature of flesh, and have wrought so much damage." 15: "Know that I am of nature, and of the universe. Know the wraith of Earth is far greater than that of man, and shall ever succeed, and dominate the Earth."

CH4

“Check his vital signs.” The doctor had hurriedly said to one of the nurses. “Mr. Almos has had nearly two days to regain consciousness.” One of the floor’s nurses got on the intercom to page the doctor, whilst another nurse walked swiftly though the halls with a clipboard in hand. “We contacted Mr. Almos’ boss, and he just gave us the go-ahead to pull the plug on him.” Ermie now had his creations before him. A dozen marbles now floated in the space, and he saw what his creations were doing. Several others had created new universes. A few of his own creations were now gods? “Splendid!” But soon the original creations of his began to tamper with the laws he himself had inadvertently willed into existence. And as he watched as a hole was opened up in the planet of the creatures he cherished most. He tried his best to stop it before he realized that he had indeed caused it. “If I sparked off all things and all actions, then what is happening was meant to happen.” And with a flash, his miniature Earth collapsed into itself, and he watched as their universe crumbled. Matter shattered like a water balloon, as all things broke down into dust, then molecules, then atoms, then neutrons, protons, and electrons, then into quarks. From quarks, there was nothing left but the most basic material all things in Ermengild’s universes arose from: A pool of aether floating in the midst of nothing. And like a child whose most grandiose card tower or tinker toy structure has been destroyed, Ermengild was furious. “Is this what all things must come to in the end? My men should act as toddlers who question everything about them to the point of absurdity until their questions drive one mad? These toddlers messed with my natural laws, and paid dearly for it, like the kid who breaks the television or the grandfather clock, or the priceless china because they couldn’t pay attention to what was before them. I didn’t do enough, did I? Well, what could I do? These beings in the end suffered pain because they broke the system in which they lived, and off of which they and their pursuits existed.” Ermengild willed himself back into the room where he could look at the other universes he had created. The others were on the same track as his original universe, and he grabbed at each and shook them. “I WILL NOT LET MY OTHER CREATIONS MAKE THE SAME MISTAKES, DAMNIT.” And he tried to do everything he could to stop the chain of events he had sparked off, but only caused his other universes to collapse in a similar fashion. He flew back. He had now three spheres of aether before him, and knew what he must do. He touched one, and it sprang into life, and all things within it exploded into existence. And he touched the other two. It was then that he noticed that around him were others. The walls of the room had turned transparent to Ermie’s eyes, and he saw many others doing the same as he. And as he looked up, he saw infinity before him. A grand tunnel which stretched endlessly. And in its echo came answers, for Ermengild spoke into it. “What is all of this for?” The speech reverberated and slowly morphed into a response. “Life.” Ermengild found himself floating once again. But now, he floated towards the infinity before him. A fluid rushed through the tunnel, and Ermie was engulfed by it. All was bright, and the clear fluid rushed past. Ermengild was engulfed by it, and he held his breath. The fluid was almost warm, and Ermie was fretting. His body told him to hold his breath, and held it for him. It tired, and pained Ermie until he finally breathed in. And he looked at the infinity before him, and smiled as his body began to slowly dissolve. “Thus I return to where I was bourne.” All faded from his vision, and he knew what was happening. He was the light before him. It was good. “Sir, we need you right now.” said one of the nurses. The doctor was at his desk looking over papers. “Ms. Dawes just took the vital signs on Mr. Almos, the patient in room 326, and he was lacking a pulse. Nor was he breathing. She reckons it was in the past hour or so.” The doctor leaned back in his chair, and shifted his eyes from his clipboard to the nurse. “I’ll be right there.” He got out of his chair and calmly walked to Ermengild’s room. He put his gloves on, and checked his pulse. Nothing. Looked for breathing, and felt for breath, and once again, nothing. “Call the hospital. They know what to do. Just get him unlatched from his bed, and into the lobby.” The nurse picked up the phone and told the woman at the telephone exchange to connect her to the hospital.

Relativity: The subject, through their own perception, must first develop both a sense of space, and a sense of self. To develop a sense of self, one must attempt to meditate, and develop a perceptual understanding of what their physical body is. From this point, they can begin to judge distance and other things in their relation to themselves and their physical capabilities. Thus, they establish a concept of existence. (Ex. This table exists because it is tangible and within my observation and because I have determined it to be physical, since it provided a detectable resistance to my hand). And, thus, one can define a subject. All things which exist, and are immediately perceived by the subject and can affect the subject thus become the “World” (Or, in other words, “The Subject’s World”), because they can be perceived and are immediately able to be observed by the subject. The subject can define things in his world based on their relation to himself. All things which exist, but are not tangible or immediately available for the subject to observe thus become the “World at Large”. All things which are both available for observation, and the laws which might control nature and all things thus become the “Universe”. And with that comes the most basic understanding of all things. One first studies, and knows of existence and physical relationships before they are able to develop a concept of essence (which is based on the actions of physical things in relation to one another).