The spirit of man is a rising serpent. The philosopher’s stone is posture and practice. We are broken by the mutilation of body, mind, and spirit. We call them all dirty. We mince our children into mathematical dimensions and smear them into an endless batter of space and time. Spinning ten-times the speed of sound, we buy today’s top story of impending nuclear disaster. Political lies are a type of training through trauma. False flags are the drills of repetition. It becomes so difficult to sort through them all we switch on the autopilot.
