Society is a machine of machines, a system that runs on precondition, customs, rules and laws that are either expressed openly or maintained in the closet, one, like the one in the United States that is constantly changing to accommodate some variations of the machinated selves and its affections as in race, gender, sexual orientations etc which are also mostly preconditions of the machine. Again, I ask. Who are you?
Dew PlattMots clés inspirational dew-platt
To be communal is to be something fallacious. It is to be something more or less than being, a subjugation or propagation of the self to exist within the external condition.
Dew PlattMots clés inspiration dew-platt
I hate gossips. I really do. I often wonder where they get the time and effort they put into either digging or fabricating so called *facts* about others. But these ridiculous creatures are a prime example of how the self-communal can try to injure and diminish the self-that-is.
Now you know where the home of the self esteem is. It is not merely within the self. It is within the self-that-is. It is not within the self in relation. This can never hold true. Any sense of self estimation you get from the communal can never hold essentially true.
Mots clés psychological dew-platt
There is no divinity achieved unless the individual mind submits itself to a mind supposed supreme. The Bible in its simplest form is simply that—a book. When you give it your mind it becomes powerful.
Dew PlattMots clés psychology dew-platt
A lot of what we do in relationships involve compromises. A lot of our relationships are exchanges in currencies like affection, acceptance, money, sexual and other sorts of pleasure, shelter, convenience, belonging etc. The self in relation with the communal is always trading something. The important question is what aspect of the self should not be traded.
Dew PlattRoma’s eyes flared. “You’re saying Einstein was even more wrong?”
Retina shook his head. “Einstein was acting within physical bounds. I’m talking invisible, not visible light. Can we factor in the speed of invisible light?”
Roma shook his head. “What are you saying?”
“We’re always limited by the scope of our senses, our perceptions and its scientific perfections. But in this parallel we call universe there are scopes beyond our perceptive realities or possible realities. Einstein was not wrong but was limited in scope. There is a realm beyond our visible spectrum where time is imperceptible because space is without measure. And in that realm, matter and energy are not intricately related. Matter has no form and is ill recognizable as essence or existence. Energy is all there is.”
Roma held a frown. “Who’s been feeding you that Spiritualist crap?”
“Dr. Ian Skript, the most renowned Spiritualist scientist I know.
Mots clés dew-platt science-fiction-author
With biting solemnity he spoke. “What are you holding on to as Mara? Why are you holding on to what does not exist and was once known? Why not let her be dusts to the winds of Teracia, insignificant in the eyes of what Atheists believe?”
Teracia was home to the American Spiritualist headquarters and a very large expanse of forestry. Roma, to keep Mara’s last wishes had visited Teracia, against his Atheist believes, to spread her ashes so her soul may roam free.
What soared through Roma was more sadness than anger in the moment. But the anger was enough to push him head first into Retina. “How dare you? You stupid son of a bitch…Ahh!”
The force that took Roma forward took them over the compliant material that was the railing and they became subject to gravity. The impact resisting, antigravity flooring broke the majority of their fall.
And as Roma traveled the approximately fifteen inches resistance flight back in the air, “I’ll kill you,” he told Retina.
While Retina was silently thanking Dr. Hunter, a QueXtgen scientist who had just saved their lives without knowing it, for the scientific design of the house, “I’ll kill you…” Roma said as his body touched the floor, before losing consciousness.
Mots clés science-fiction dew-platt
He felt a psychosomatic rush of emptiness before he spoke. “Since we are getting to the real point, I am not stupid John. And it would be foolish to think me ignorant. Isn’t this about the Science Nation interview? Isn’t this because I mistakenly used the word “soul?” Isn’t this about you and the others thinking somewhere along the lines, I had gained an imaginary soul? We all know when you gain a soul, you lose a mind. Don’t we john?”
John hesitated briefly staring at Roma. “I believe so yes. Souls are luxuries for speculative minds. Real scientists can’t afford such luxuries. They have the world to save.”
Roma narrowed his eyes. “Or destroy.
Mots clés science-fiction dew-platt
They knew where they were headed but they didn’t know where they were going. Retina shrugged the thought. Roma complained about the possibility they were walking into a trap. After all, he was one of the scientists that decided Solstice’s fate. Retina was adamant no one knew him. Lorenzo didn’t care about anything much but reaching Zharfar after Retina surgically removed his Unicell Groper.
They were headed to Africa in what seemed a semi commercial private plane. Eight people including the pilots travelled. They weren’t supposed to know any more particulars. But Lorenzo’s watch placed the coordinates in both numbers and words. They were in West Africa, country Nigeria, state Osun, and township Isura. None of them had ever heard of it, the town, but they were there. And they had travelled for miles, over highly forested nonresidential areas and mountain peaks before they stopped.
Wherever they were going was greatly isolated, Roma thought.
Mots clés science-fiction dew-platt
The winged human glanced towards Retina briefly. “It’s okay Dr. Blade. Scientists should never be blown away from the nature of facts.”
Roma smiled. “And by scientists, are you one?”
“That is dependent on your opinion Dr. Hill. I’m well versed by Dr. Sangha.”
Roma moved towards him, narrowing his eyes. “It is my opinion that no respectable scientist will allow himself to be a subject of ridicule by turning in his human DNA to become a freak, a beast or whatever the hell it is you think you are.”
The winged human was unaffected. “I’m sure Dr. Hill that freak or beast doesn’t apply.”
Roma drew his head back slightly, studying the demeanor of the winged human. “What’s your name?”
“I’m Seganus,” he replied humbly.
Roma moved a little closer to him wearing a deep frown. “You don’t think the word freak or beast applies?”
“No. I don’t think so.”
“Is that the carnivorous beaks of the Titanis Walleri I see on you?”
“No.”
“Can you hold the 360 Degrees field of view of the Woodcock.”
“No.”
“The long bills of the Australian Pelican?”
“No.”
“Do you lay the large eggs of the Ostrich?”
“Dr. Hill,” Retina cautioned.
Lorenzo seemed amused by the situation. He was smiling.
“No,” Seganus replied.
Roma continued. “Then you’ll say you don’t have those qualities birds posses?”
“No.”
“You’ll say you’re human?”
Seganus blinked before he spoke. “Yes.”
Roma moved closer to him. “Then why the freaks are you wearing wings?
Mots clés science-fiction dew-platt
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