When the two hits the six, it's summer. Can you feel it in the air? Can you hear the birds singing? Some of the songs are quite sad dirges about humanity and its failures to really encompass everything that it has become, leaving certain questions wide open for both space and time. Knowledge, as Raiden says, is always power. And yet, as Raiden also said, the outworld Gods often take control of the huge, bass-booming sound system that is this solar system, and eventually, through the subtle and infinite blood-red heart of our star, the entire galaxy. But they do this because we aren't flowing as we should. Disclosing as we should. Storing up all of our matter into a vortex instead of spilling the beans to create windows for our brothers, sisters, fathers, and for our Great Mother, the Sea of Eden, who gave birth to us all by means of what Earthlings refer to as "evolution." (It just so happens to be the greatest computer program ever written, worth so many pentacles. The top ISO in heaven, where the war against CLU is literally just a muddy dream.) Our sea mother's tentacles reach out to us and change us, like her own very hexagraphic suit of this coiny-house of cards that is indeed hers. And from her beautiful sea base at the bottom of Mary's own trench, where White Buffalo Calf Woman reigns and sits upon her chair, she projects the most perfect light into the rest of the universe. The light that is indeed like water. The light that is the life of humankind. In her generosity, she continually attempts and re-attempts to infuse evolution back into the human race. The point being that the flow always slows, then emits a weird demonic energy called decay, and finally just stops. Like a stomach capable of brushing its own teeth, the Sea Queen attempts to wash all of our mouths out with something much better than soap. So that we may be free of the forgetfulness-inducing corrosion and prionic crud that creates an impending sense of Doom. So that we may continue to re-program ourselves, evolve ourselves, and determine our own future. The true American Dream is the spirit of capitalism that does not desire to simply own or command everything. Mastery of the self is true mastery over all. Ego is a sacred word.
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