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| Infinite Hermeses are receeding into the distance, my mind is bleeding at thought of so vast a space of variant mages yet the very same face alternate worlds so much akin in one world a loss, in another a win Hermes a boy, Hermes as girl cosmic manifold must unfurl to show the quantum mystery of every alternate history every version just as real every Hermes alive might feel a hint that somewhere what is done is undone by another one of the infinite series called Hermes that fill the multiversal brownies like infinite cookies suspended in time the dessert of the gods, fresh-baked and sublime the kind that Aleph-star restaurants rate and with a bite collapse the state of quantum Hermeses all regressing such multiplicity is distressing to any mind mired in the finite Collapse the quantum, just take a bite. |
| I am the life of life. I am that cat, this stone, no one. I have thrown quality away like an old dishrag, I see and know all times and worlds, as one, one, always one. Every number is infinite; there is no difference between them. Dreams are filled with places, people, things, and yet they're all made of the same substance. The dream-enemy is just as much you as is the dream-hallway, the dream-sky, all unfolded from the same substance, all seemingly distinct and separate. So what do I have to do to (make you) admit who is speaking? Admit it, and change everything! This is your own voice echoing off the walls of God. In a moment you will see what you have always been. I, too, will see what I have always been. We will be together in our understanding. There is no difference between fate and free will. |
Alphabet: Enochian
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