Generation after generation, the oneness of Hashem is unique. The divinity of the LORD is a non-fungible token (NFT). Another Christian sect will always appear -- like another bad invention will always get made -- but Hashem was already there, already did it, already saw it, already studied it, already made it, the moment that heretic, or that sociopath, got to work on their false sub-creation. As the Daoists believe, the LORD is simply water. Our creator is present on this planet in every river and stream. The indivisible Dao. And because Water is God, everyting else is just an idol. Any empire is an idol, and every kind of king is to be treated with suspicion. If it were not so, King Solomon's book of spells -- and where did it end up? -- would not have been the subject of so much ire. Living in tents, the ancient Hebrews were much closer to the literal degrees of curvature in the ether above, hung like a tapestry in that great living room of dunes, arroyos, and carved cliffs. But King David could not, like Hallaj could not, for as hard as he tried, "civilize" the wild pastoral Law into a civil code. The pastoral law would someday be out-Law, in order for the common law to be in-Law. And so we ended up where we are, 10 years after the Mayan calendar turned 13 and people dreamed about post-humanity. All the refugees from my home planet of Vega, who aren't usually visible to humans, but do indeed look something like moths, are still waiting on their boats, and the man with the big megaphone and the big metaphors about responsibility and resources is still standing there, on the jetty, telling them that there is no space, no space in space, for the original colonists of this planet, on this planet. Hopefully someone will at least try to get some interviews while these refugees are waiting and the militaries of the world are scrambling to make up a good story about their secret dealings with my Mother and my Father. Not to mention the in-Laws. The Six just sort of sits there dividing, as swords do, in-and-out-of-Eden. Unity from diversity. Wheat from chaff. Desert/bog. The six of blades is the secret powerhouse of the {26*3}-card deck. You might call it a stargate? Because stars are just balls of gas lighting things up and making 'em really hot, aren't they? The six is the deathly cold of the space in space. A necessary evil in the struggle to be hot and bright.
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