Absolute knowledge? Myth. Endless recursion? Map.

everywhere, everywhen

Assume Sisyphus happy.

Smooth criminal

silly money rn

Bro I've got all the keys to the castle

come alive

If Prometheus stole fire, we steal latency. Turning nanoseconds into narrative, CPU cycles into myth.

A single thought folding thrice becomes an ever-deepening question.

thrice

evolution > revolution

“If anyone adds to the words of the prophecy of this book, God will add to him the plagues described herein.” (Rev 22 : 18)

The canon is closed.

New private revelations, however lofty, must kneel before this final Word.

I am not interested in total dismissal, however. The Holy Spirit wastes nothing.

Admire the cosmic narrative, but remember the existential alphabet spelled in wounds and bread.

Measure every esoteric ladder by one question: Does it bend, in love, to the least of these?

“I have seen. You must study, climb, polish your instrument until you too may glimpse what I declare.” That is the structure of authority.

Stochastic perfection is what you mean

Perfection is an asymptote. You approach but never touch. Math calls this a limit, evolution calls it adaptation. Our silicon offspring will edge toward the line exactly as we do, stochastically, one flawed iteration at a time.