...Insult And Injury...

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On its wave-crest, wind-surfed "Time,"

we "soar and cleave"* on words in rhyme. 

We don't tire tempting fate. 

We've a hunger we would sate!

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See? We have watched them changing color,

seen them flit or fly and hover ... 

...unsettled tales, dissatisfaction... 

peering 'twixt the main "distractions?"
Like: who does "wrongly" what to whom?
Who's "scratching itches best impugned"?
Where's Bill Clinton put his penis?
What's it to you, then, imprimus?
Forget it might be, plainly, you; 

and you are being insulted. TRUE!
...And where you're not insulted, friend?
You're injured, the result... ...comprende?
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You who'd buy-in on the lie 

which keeps things as they are: contrived! 

You who just accepted "heroes," 

made to order paper zeros, 

mythic fathers "deified" 

to keep alive the lie disguised! 

...If Jim's remotely on the spot 

we are betrayed; that means a lot! 

We've deserved the "hidden info" 

kept from view—sans innuendo.

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There are those who "pull weird strings, 

apart from our control," we'd sing. 

These, surely, must deny "enhancement" 

as sure as these preclude "advancement"! 

Let it go, Sir! Tell us true! 

Treat us with respect!  We're YOU!
We're the folks who heat your water
Build your homes; your comfort, author!

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"You don't want to know the truth," 

is what you get from these aloof—

these who hold selected cards 

that they've held out—the way things are. 

Forgetting those who keep their nose 

on grinding wheels, so indisposed... 

I wonder at the SHAME these feel, 

when comes—at last—to rest ... their "wheel."

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I factor in their living "well," 

with many homes (...dispensing hell!) 

and know they're threatened... by us their "slaves" 

who prop them up—as in Sparta's day. 

These would fear we'd turn them out; 

they're likely RIGHT! ...Without a doubt!
That wheel comes around to me
Much like it comes around to thee... 

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See, they have earned our righteous anger 

putting us so far in danger! 

We're mere slaves and just don't matter (?), 

they live behind their walls and gather

*berries*, *nuts*, and freeze dried food 

to insulate their cherished broods.

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All the science we are "shown" 

is just a fraction on the "bone." 

This keeps their status quo hot wired... 

so they propound as *we* perspire. 

Much remains that IS suppressed ... 

would make a man autonomous! 

T'would let a woman stand alone 

to live a life that she could own.

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Too, energy, its glad production, 

is overpriced, is my deduction. 

This is true or we would see 

the profits made could set us free! 

We could pave our streets with gold, 

were we to be remotely bold, 

and find a way to obviate 

defensive spending's offensive hate!

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There would be NO misery, 

gone the threat to you and me. 

Homeless people disappear, 

battered women lose their fear, 

worried men take easy breaths,
and we would come to KNOW we're blessed!

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...Not a few, or a minority, 

even most, or a majority, 

but ALL the people satisfied 

by what they make of joyful lives.

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The point is to self-actualize! 

To build upon what's realized!

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So! Taking Maslow at his word, 

we build the tiers of pyramids, sir! 

Everyone a place to stay, 

with food and health a given, say. 

Education on demand, 

plus ethics reigning—understand?

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Looking out for single persons, 

those reaching for their star's assertions, 

but copping to ubiquity 

of most of us in so much need. 

Many reaching for their stars 

still team up gladly—fly to Mars... 

make the belt 'twixt Mar's and Jove 

a three-ring garden pleasure grove!

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...Bubbles blown up huge in space 

that, fusion heated (just so placed), 

would make a wealth, yes (!), unimagined 

by the greatest minds imagined. 

Near Earth Asteroids are a BOON 

ignored by these contentious loons 

who place the center of their lives 

in "Aristotle's spheres" contrived!

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Lost in seas of ignorance, 

awash in our belligerence, 

and TAUGHT our lack of confidence, 

we ponder lack of consequence!
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We won't BE, at all, superior,
we will tend to the inferior; 

we will lose our glad interiors 

and ROT consume our false exteriors?

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See, buying in to Earth's rape WILLS 

we swallow—bitter—poison pills, 

counting all the maimed and killed—

surveying massive graves we've filled—

but COP, and we could make it past

this paying down the bill amassed 

by unelected (jealous) men... 

who'd live sweet lives becoming them.

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More could share! It's not denied! 

Our lack of shame's to be decried! 

See, we could be as gods described 

if we but looked into our skies. 

We'd extend our grasp and reach, 

have brand new stuff to learn and teach, 

and pierce eternal—endless—skies... 

this our birthright we require!

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We can make that "fateful climb," 

and sing new songs—make righteous rhyme... 

to vibrate down sad castle walls—

dispel those few who'd cast their pawl...
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Less is more, one then imagines, 

and we still have our satisfactions, 

watch them grow, a pleasing tease, 

to bring us from our callused knees!

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Sky-borne objects pulse a warning, 

obviating needless mourning, 

glowing counsel meant to stun... 

so you, at last, see insult done! 

That you BEAR your insult, more, 

from "church" and "state," and corner "store"! 

You see them on your smaller screen! 

Corporations cold—obscene.

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It's all about manipulation, 

our "selling drugs and burgers" nation—

milking millions from the ones 

who pay their taxes under guns!

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We deserve much more than that, 

don't get it trading fact for phact™, 

for we could cure our own disease 

if we departed callused knees!
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Presently we have some answers 

("lost" in drawers or killed by "cancers") 

that we'd USE for elevation, 

self-improvement—improvisation!

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Please, have a  w i d e r  field of view 

and see the insult done to you! 

You would gain; you would not lose—

of needs, destroyed, the gates they've used 

to hide the *secrets* from your eyes! 

These fall like fruit ...from starry skies.
All at once an efficacious,
unrestrained, and most bodacious,
Synergy anoints us all
and we endure... avoid the fall.
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Do that which you'd will, good folk
But do "that which" in Love, no joke...
More of us could "actualize"
That "Peak experience," no jive.
One deserves to meet potential
Where one endures the existential
Contrived as that existence is,
but—sadly—that's the way of it.

alienview@roadrunner.com
www.AlienView.net

On the crest of the available wave and rushing gleefully to some foreign shore. Whatever recedes in my rear-view mirror was NEVER "Kansas"!  I'd know it if I saw it; I suspect I may have come from there, after all.

Restore John Ford!

*I cleave the heavens and soar to the infinite.  ...And while I rise from my own globe to others and penetrate ever further through the eternal field... ...that which others saw from afar I leave far behind me. — Giordano Bruno

...A Well Flogged Common Sense...

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Looking at the sky I see... 

a living map of history. 

Sky-borne objects, seen, go passed—

Yahway's TIVO, at the last. 

Nothing IS as it appears; 

all we "knew" is now most queer!
See, what we see is not what is.
The sky's a liar; that's the biz...* 

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So, suspect motives cloud that air, 

and we can't see what's flying where! 

Saucers hidden by stuffed shirts, 

or those who cause our greatest hurt... 

as people stagger scared and scarred 

to suit the ones who profit, pard!

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...Though, you and me, we're in cahoots; 

we sift the murk to gain some truth, 

and we will read what gets no press, 

is ridiculed—is self-expressed.

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We're asking questions. We annoy. 

We should drive mad who would destroy... 

the freedoms that we ought to have—

such freedoms as, contrived, THEY'D had! 

Thoughts beyond the pale of science, 

thoughts with depth (and self-reliance)—

for thoughts as these may point the way 

for humbled science used new ways! 

Yes! Leaping up from callused knee 

to grasp a new autonomy!

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...What is lost or cast away 

when one denies what one should say? 

Things not said and kept from view? 

These disrespect, first me, then you!

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See, we're it I who dodged fair questions, 

innuendo or projection... 

that I'm guilty, without face ... 

plodding, facile—in disgrace? 

Were it I the psychopath—

a hurtful, sneering—smirking cad, ... 

not conceding valid points, 

and misdirecting those enjoined?

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I'd be "tarred and feathered," "rail run," 

"jail driven," "tasered"—"gunned"!

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Still, I despair this might be me; 

all are suspect... conclusively! 

I know it's, then, my every word 

could wheel and strike me in my turn!

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...I hope you're right (you hope I'm wrong) 

that we CAN wear our heaven's crown ... 

that we, in fact, DO crown creation, 

and are NOT it's infestation...

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Though, we aren't looking for the truth. 

We're distracted and misled—confused! 

And not because we'd choose it so, 

...but more because that's "fixed," you know?

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I know our "knowing" has a price

that some of us must pay our lives; 

—cruel of course, without recourse; 

lies revealed within the discourse—

freed as we begin to know. 

The current "swine"? Them?
The first to go!

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As a means to their own ends? 

That luxury is ended, friend! 

Saucers fill our timeless skies 

and we rise up to meet those "eyes"!

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...Perhaps to make our own sweet deals, 

and lead ourselves, yes (!), never kneel. 

Not to God, or churlish Devil's 

institutions, hammers, shovels—

not to men we don't elect, 

or lawyers, doctors ... ET, yet! 

Not to preachers, cops, or pushers, 

pimps nor pros, or psychic butchers! 

Released from bondage; free at last; 

free to think... and that's a gas!

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It's not a "New Age sentiment" that clouds my point of view! "New Ages"? No! It's sense, at last—betrayed by precious few!

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See, people sense hypocrisy in the "system" gone before! They look for other "passageways"—for other "paths" and "doors"! They look for new alternatives in the paradigms produced... then work out—sane and logically—just where they've been abused. People find that culture touts a politics of hatred and try to find new centers.  They sense it's getting "later..."
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It is, frankly, eighty people in a hundred DO believe... that these hurdles to our questions are up skepti-bunky sleeves—employed, perforce, to mollify or put our "fires" out ...but, to "muddy up the water," hell, for ALL we care about!  To mask their real agenda and contrive their profit's lie... to cover up, obscenely, "saucers"... flying in our skies!
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Consider your klasskurtxian with saucers up his sleeve. He writes dismissive missives to express he's on his knees. That he takes the time—at all!—speaks volumes for your case... that anomaly is happening, real, and right up in your face!
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He argues his obtuseness with a practiced tongue in cheek which is all convention's "wisdom," so it's hard to NOT believe! It's hard to buck attractive words so soaked in early relevance. Though, tradition can be sans that which might justify that relevance!  See... A mix of what is "plausible." A dash of "on the fence." A smidgen of what's "natural," and that well-flogged "common sense."  This obfuscates the real deal, exacerbates desire, propounds the revolution and becomes a funeral pyre!
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Though, all around this "sideshow" are these leaping / pulsing lights, and words that shriek with history from the folks you trust at night!
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The truth is not forthcoming for the reasons we have named. Conspiracy's alive and well in shadows well maintained, but we are, frankly, tired of them pissing on our leg, then condoling that it's raining—these trifle powder-kegs!
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...It's said that they're "protecting us" from the strangeness we "perceive"—that we should "let that dog just sleep," and lie un-bothered ... NOT believe. ...But I believe it's JUST that stuff that we should care about... believing we can profit from what we, then, might.  Find.  Out!
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I suspect the efficacious... regarding wages if we're brave. I think we're better off that way; it's "their way" is depraved. Presently are "easy" roads, just peachy for those few; see, it's most would be left hanging with the *bill* when it comes... due.
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Still, I suspect alternatives... salvation if we're brave... if we refuse to compromise with those who'd make us slaves.  Those using fear against us.  Those spreading all the hate.  Those lying to our faces and disrupting angry fate!


alienview@roadrunner.com

http://www.alienview.net/

A lesson of history. ...Don't think so? Heh.

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We'd better raise ours eyes and see saucers soon, bunky, if we have to PUT them there ourselves!

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Restore John Ford!

*Limited by a still slow speed of light... ...One would not know the Sun had entirely disappeared—blinked wholly out of existence—for eight full minutes!  This, if they were standing midday on a baked dune in the Sahara!  The sky would lie a Sun still shining for that 480 seconds. Greater distance allows the longer lie.

...Between The Stars...

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I sense divergent consciousness (see...betwixt the stars you're free!)—as speculation pushes me beyond what science "sees." ...And not the science we'd respect, but the science of the niggardly. The science of the narrow minded "skep-dick's" insipidity.  The science of the autocrat.  The science of the scammed.  The science choosing pessimism: the science of the damned.  The science of the psychopath.  The science sans all sense; the science of the tyrannous; the science of offense... 
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You want (...no, sneer!) some quick example—I provide you just two men! (...Our "thanks" to Aristotle for the women who aren't factored in...) These couldn't be more polarized, each stares across a gulf... at the ethics of the other, with but ONE concerned with self:
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See, scientists like Edison are a sullen, craven lot. Scientists like Tesla ARE shafted, ruined—not?  Think! Which of these provided scope and efficacious living and which of these had mankind's throat for cruelties unrelenting?  Which declined to poverty, and which one was enriched; which one championed humankind, and which the S. O. Bitch?
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Tesla might have freed "folk-kind." Thomas wanted "wage slaves." Tesla reached beyond himself, and Thomas was, at best, put paid?  Tesla took the higher path and Thomas took the low-road; had Tom, perforce, cooperated?  We'd ALL be on the high-road.  We'd populate the solar system; we'd be among the stars and sensing other consciousness with conscience much like ours.
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Oh, they'll purr "impartiality," those men of "sacred" science; they wear their cloak so admirably, convinced of its reliance. They smirk and point around themselves at the grandeur of their work, like it's them who gives the gold ring at the "ride," and you're the jerk.  But these are bald reductionists and Cartesian to the core.  Materialistic cravens in denial: that's their score.  They're not the ones pronouncing from experience... they'd discount.  They're epic in denial as regards what they're about!  See, by discounting your experience as such that "cannot be"  they're dismissive of an evidence for a truth that lives and breathes.
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So... they, then, look away from what you've seen with sober eyes! They ridicule the stuff there flying high in night cloaked skies. Ignoring what they want to (too addicted to their dollars), their knots are cinched up high and fast; they've leashes on their collars!
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"Somewhere there is other life, as smart or smarter." (yeah!) They all admit this frequently in a yarn they've spun so well.
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"...But 'they're' not 'here,' is their advice, "they cannot make the trip"! ...And why? "...Well, WE can't do it"! What hubris, then, is THIS?
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I think there's more than they'd let on. I think their thoughts... "impounded." I'd think that they're not living UP... ...to what they have propounded! I think they're NOT impartial. I think they're falsely proud. I think they have forgotten what the ancients proved out LOUD!
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Pyramids and monuments aligned with unseen stars—the knowledge of ones solar system—what planets were and are!  That there was "one grand asteroid belt" and other planets where: the colors were acknowledged blue and green, but twins, so paired.*
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They are "water giants," and like "the belt"... beyond our sight; so how the hell'd they "know" that—what they somehow "knew" to write?
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I think our science sells us short (... facilitates bruised knees!). I think they think they're centered, but they're thinking begs disease. I think they lead us down the SLOPE of errant primrose paths. I think they wound egregiously—do disservice at the last.  See, they dismiss what they won't look at.  They deny and look away.  They presuppose their answers.  They'll facilitate foul play: They'll "book burn," gerrymander, use a logic they'd decry, and sheriff errant status quos to pontificate their lie!
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I'm a conscious mote of conscience and I want to know the truth... good or bad it's likely preferable to our *scientist's* abuse. See, Plato knew the difference; he included what's not measured; Aristotle flogs his hubris to diminish what's unmeasured. We should reexamine Plato for imagination's value, and diminish Aristotle... who has mislead, duped, or failed you.
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See, he discounts what's not predicted, 

anomalous and not repeated; 

his cant a bias, it precludes: 

the novelty he'd disabuse.

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The FACT that "something's" happening is apparent in the "word." Written and historical it's there—you may have heard.   Evidence, in categories, "lives and breathes" in sevens; writ in ink and carved in stone, it's wisdom as of heaven...
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Though... this is stuff NOT learned in schools 

where we are trained to be mere tools... 

bereft of our identities, 

and shoved to callused—bloody knees! 

We would stand upon our feet, 

and live what's REAL—a real feat!

We would ask the bigger questions, 

but include our heart's suggestions. 

Build to last for just rewards 

and breed less folks, for less is MORE!
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Very few are "hurt" ...Some churches...

those "self-loathing"—suppressing urges... 

...they've deployed in unfair ways 

to cripple spirits they've betrayed! 

Bad news won't improve with age. 

Crass denial never pays.

Change is coming, not all bad, 

much of it will make you glad; 

find all the misery that is caused 

is caused by those who set proud jaws!

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Prepare for new foundations which are pushed up by degrees. Prepare to leap to settled feet, and rest your callused knees.

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  Prepare to have the skies spread wide 

with bracing winds of change denied... 

by those who live upon the flesh 

of these who're sans some clue or guess!

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Feel its fingers touch your face, 

and pull you to a higher place 

(that you have earned for being born!) 

you stand respected and (yes!) reborn! 

"Soar and cleave," be unafraid! 

Be filled with purpose, bright—ablaze!

You're the center of it all! 

You have a will!  You've heard the call!

You're important! You understand! 

Your culture's nothing but a plan... 

to keep you down and worthless, beaten—

useful as their neutered cretin!

Take a breath and feel virtue. 

Let new winds of change alert you! 

Know that you are not alone 

to bear what changes change proposed.

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You are the "divergent consciousness"—one finds—between the stars! And just like me you know there's MORE; you're lucid, plus? You ARE!


alienview@roadrunner.com

www.AlienView.net

*...Neptune and Uranus, planets ever impossible to see with the unaided eye because of the terrible distances involved, are called twin water giants because they are composed largely of water, roughly the same size, and ...giants.  They have distinctive hues; however, one  tending to green and the other blue.  Green Uranus is rolled over on its side, struck down and featureless as if dead; Blue Neptune is erect and alive, surfing frozen Blue Oceans. We knew all this once, recorded many thousands of years ago by the Sumerians; how did we know? I'm reminded, inexplicably, that human beings are only at their best when things are at their worst; we've yet to master our decadence.

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We locally demonstrate the just preceding, disaster after natural disaster, tirelessly, over and over again, but NOT taking advantage of those times where we are at our very best... given transient conditions provide their very worst.  If we reversed that to a degree... acted a little more noble in good times, we might not be tormented so tragically in the bad... we all know that's true.

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...Later on, then, some *David* covets someone else's very desirable ass, the *rules* aren't flexible enough for rational sharing any more (even of an inexhaustible resource, I might add, remembering Tesla above)—reptile brained prerogatives work out their conveniently short-sighted calculations, the general suffering is increased, and the status quo is refurbished. We must like it that way.

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It's clear we have to struggle against something to stay sharp—to remain fit... ...but we grind against each other while the common exterior problem continues to kick our unbalanced and misdirected ass; we are diminished by our struggle instead of being strengthened by it.  Is that the plan?

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It doesn't have to be that way... we should be living on healthy island planetoids, pregnant with satisfaction and vitality ... endless gardens of technological *magic* out in the asteroid belt—by now ... but for the ubiquitous tyrannies and pernicious pogroms of the conspiring and *convenient* sociopath... or neo-conservative and psychopathic niggard, but we'd already alluded to Dick Cheney recently. Piss on that guy, eh? Sincerely!

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You know what?  The more words you have at your disposal the better you can describe your own world back to yourself...  ...Restore John Ford!

...Ordinary Joe...

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FIRMAGE

Take someone like this Firmage fellow: an ordinary "Joe," but plainly individual: still "drove a Chevy" don't you know. 
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He owns his home but "won't have three," despite the fact he's off his knees.  ...By "off his knees," I mean "well off"; he rode the "DOT COM" wave well, hoss!
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Yes, he had power, grace and style, capped success—a winning smile. Still, all in all, he kept his head; he practiced self-control instead.  See, he'd embark a different path. Concrescence loomed; he did the math.
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He perceived the fractal facts; "things don't happen once, frere Jack."  Where there's "once" there's "twice" and "thrice"—then rolling exponential dice! So, looking up to see a star, he'd wondered where the space folk are!
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Well they are here in point of fact; seven "tiers" establish that.* Joe's not fooled by strained ambivalence—facile phactual™ insignificance, base reductions, turgid flotsam, Cartesianism's pompous Occam... he propounds a truer science—balanced systems—self-reliance.
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So he's aware what's watched is changed! Still, he seems calm and non-deranged. No, his interests seem not based on profit, so, perhaps a little like a prophet; he seems oddly genuine—for what it's worth—a man of men!
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It's hard to hate his message, clear, that I myself had written here. See, UFO's are all mixed up with attitudes on cleaner thoughts. Present mores? Homocentric! Earth destroying—Anthropocentric!
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We are, FOLKS (!), the Earth's "disease," and function thus from bloodied knees!
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This is what Joe talked about—that there is more... within, without ... than dreamt of in a current system mired in dogma's feudalism!
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Perhaps perceived as planet killers, we're errant rashes, burns, and blisters everywhere we settle down—we're pus and mucous wearing crowns! We've small respect for one another, double crossing "friends"  and brothers!  We're in no way efficacious, we're psychopathic and fallacious; at our worst when things go well... if at our best with things like hell...
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Why... we have small respect for life surviving us through "strike" and "blight"! We are what we make at last, and that's the air you'd suck and gasp—begging now those second chances... you let go for cash advances.
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Slash and burn in ignorance. Practice your belligerence. Blow up nukes like firecrackers; act like selfish, stupid slackers.
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Firmage wants to touch the stars, and somehow, nobly, make them ours. He relates strange things he's seen, but make it seem like MORE than "dream."
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Our destiny is in our face? We'll live with others out in space? We'll take our place, and earn our spot, we'll work... so they won't have to drop... some bolide from an angry sky to wipe us out—insure we die?
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Yes—tell me how we're NOT disease to bring our planet to its knees with poisons we have thrown around for *greener lawns* so far from sound. Firmage has a better plan, he's got the juice—and he's the man!
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He has (in fact)—straight up—admitted... ... joy in no way seems attrited... in his struggle for some truth—though "heavens" fall, and *hell* breaks loose! See? Giving in to righteous change is stepping up our scope and range! It's adapting—where required—insuring that survival's sired!

We adapt and overcome, not do the same where that's found dumb!
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It puts us in the asteroid belt, secures a future Firmage felt. Hell is vanquished soon enough if YOU get off your flaccid duff, and make a "search" important business, investigate this stuff*—sans glibness.
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Something crazy's going down—written records are profound. History is pregnant with it. Crowds of people SEE them—Jesus!
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Firmage wants the honest look, SCIENCE used, and by the book—but using an imagination, taught by ALL the data's lessons! Look for better plans, designs—newer model's paradigms! Asking ALL the tougher questions, tolerant of new suggestions (say: emptied prisons building schools before we fail ourselves to fools?).
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In-depth study shows the curse our "disrespect" has made much worse.
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Firmage had the stone to question... CUSTOM and its infestation. Ceremony's been corrupted—psychopaths uninterrupted... TRADITION is a suspect tool—abusive, and it's learned in school! MORALITY from corporations (?), ETHICS from "relig-oppressions" (?), dancing to convenient tunes where few MAY win—but most will lose... is NOT what we might really do.
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Firmage thinks, I think, that's true!


alienview@roadrunner.com
www.AlienView.net

*...a massive evidentiary pathway known across seven categories to include:

(1) the Historical textual documents glyphed in soot and cut into stone or otherwise writ in ancient inks on cracking vellum
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(2) the extant Artistic Historical from primitives on the walls of their caves, through Middle-Age wood-cuts, to the masterpieces of the masters on rough canvas and slick gesso later on
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(3) the quality Anecdotal reports backed up by multiple vetted witnesses and corresponding radar
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(4) genuine Photographic efforts prior to digital photography provided by Dr. Bruce Maccabee, et sig al
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(5) extant Physical Traces of landing UFOs as laboriously outlined by Ted Phillips and others
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(6) the "wholly Personal" evidence, individually conclusive if you have any as I do and...
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(7) ...even the Mathematical, reader, as it is described in modern physics regarding the consequences of satisfying necessary requirements, requirements accounting for "the formality of the actual occurrence" of something physical in this multi-verse (humanity "happened" so "others," of similar mechanism and artistry, must have occurred) but, specifically, as it is described in Probability One by Amir D. Aczel, PhD.

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Alien intelligence, reader, is a certainty! Moreover, the evidence—entirely if ironically in concert with Fermi—is that they are here. Pack that pipe and spark it, eh?

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Aren't we more than the sum of mere parts? Short answer? Of course. We are what we cooperate to be! Even a history largely written by sociopaths shows the truth of that... Yet, my reach exceeds my grasp, and that's what heaven's FOR! I'd be damned, myself, but for that kingdom which IS at hand, eh? Your God's speed, Mr. Firmage...

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THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE and
Joe Firmage [was] Paying for It... 

By Laura Rich 

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You can tell the story of Joe Firmage a number of ways: He's a saint, he's a wacko, or he's just a rich guy with good intentions and questionable means.
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Firmage, 28, is the former CEO of Internet start-up USWeb, the successful interactive agency that made headlines in September 1998, when it was announced that USWeb would merge with CKS to form Reinvent. One month later, Firmage himself made headlines, when his involvement in a project he calls "Kairos" was revealed and he stepped down as USWeb's CEO. On Jan. 8, 1999, he resigned from the company completely, after the press had taken the Kairos story and run with it, portraying him as a UFO nut.
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Now Firmage is off on a new project set to launch by the end of the year -- EarthCity, an e-commerce venture that will allow consumers to direct revenues from their purchases to nonprofit organizations. But until he makes a new fortune, creates a new empire, he will be hounded by those who mock him for pursuing, as he puts it, "The Truth."
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It all started with a vision.
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It was just before El Nino came to town, in October 1997, when the sun was still unwaveringly beating down upon Silicon Valley. Joe Firmage was working endless days to smooth the edges on countless drafts of papers to be filed with the Securities & Exchange Commission, so that the company he founded with Novell colleague Toby Corey in 1995 could make a run on the public stock market.
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One morning, before the SEC papers were due but after he'd pressed the "snooze" button on his alarm clock, Firmage fell back to sleep. During that time, he says he was visited by a "remarkable being, clothed in brilliant white light," carrying a glowing blue sphere, the size of a basketball. The two exchanged words about space travel.
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Just before Firmage was about to make that most symbolic move of taking his company public and "cashing in" -- a leading motive for most entrepreneurs -- he suddenly shifted his mental course. He says he realized he was in a position of power, and that he could do good with it or do evil. In the last hours before he was about to "sell out," Firmage was struck by a desire for a more rewarding avocation. He was prepared to give it all up to better society.
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One year later, Firmage shocked the industry, which, it should be noted, is not closed to creativity, by revealing a project -- a Web site called Kairos -- that he'd been working on. Kairos is a Greek term with many definitions. Firmage's meaning is "the right moment." or "opportune."
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"Ours is a Kairos moment," the site read. It posed a series of questions ("What is the future of learning? Will wars ever end? What is the future of religion? What would life from another world be like?") and went on to offer some "clues." The site prompted a wave of speculation about Firmage, mainly in the vein of Gary Reischel, a partner at venture capital firm Softbank Technology Ventures, who sits on USWeb's board. "A crackpot," he told The Standard, summarizing what he'd been hearing on the street.
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The Kairos Web site turned out to be a teaser campaign for the ultimate product, a 600-page online "book" on life, religion, science and spirituality called The Truth . "That was what you call 'good marketing,'" Firmage says of Kairos, which logged 10,000 visitors per day at the time. The clues, of which there were 10, included links to books, writings and art by Carl Sagan, Vanevar Bush, the Pope and others.
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"I want people to understand something here," Firmage says. "I have spent well over $3 million on this project. And I'm not expecting a single dime in return."
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Before there was Kairos, before there was a focus for derision, Firmage was both liked and not liked. Wall Street types liked him because he made them money. More experienced competitors didn't because he was young and successful. Within USWeb, he was not a natural manager. He was always, however, respected as a visionary.
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Firmage's career started taking off early. In 1989, he launched Serius Corporation, a software company, in his hometown of Salt Lake City, Utah. He sold it in 1993 to Novell for $24 million, and went to work as vice president of strategy in Novell's NetWare division. The unit's purpose was to promote and sell NetWare, an operating system for wide area networks (meaning it would provide the same computer language and interface for machines that were linked together, so that they could communicate more easily). The computer language for NetWare was Unix, which is what much of the Internet is based on.
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In 1995, Novell decided to sell its rights to Unix, which Firmage thought was a terrible idea. "They had a wondrous opportunity with their Unix operating system," he says. "Novell owned the rights to Unix, which, today, ultimately runs the Internet. And 60 days after Netscape went public, Novell decided to sell its rights to Unix. I thought that was an insane decision and, therefore, I decided to leave. I was not optimistic about the prospects for Novell. And, of course, between then and now, it's taken a long, long time for Novell to even start to look like a turnaround."
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Before Firmage left Novell, he met Toby Corey, a former Ashton Tate executive who was NetWare's vice president of marketing. "We saw the world the same way," says Firmage. "We were both frustrated with Novell. It was like birds of a feather." Furthermore, "Toby is one of the most brilliant operational managers I've met. And he has a deep understanding of marketing."
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Corey, who would not return phone calls for this story, said last fall in an interview about his last days at Novell with Firmage, "We felt there was an opportunity, a shortage of people who could help businesses take advantage of the Internet."
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With the Internet in their sights, the two decided to strike out on their own. Corey and Firmage moved to Silicon Valley, where the money and necessary talent for start-ups was more readily available. In March of 1996, USWeb was launched as a joint venture with Ziff-Davis, which owns Softbank Technology Ventures. Ziff-Davis is no longer a partner in USWeb, but Softbank is still on USWeb's board.
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The first round of criticism could best be termed the "McWeb complaint." Competitors said the company was making a commodity business out of a service business, and that Web design should be based on individual attention to clients -- not an entirely inaccurate claim. Firmage and Corey say they could not become the major consulting firm they hoped to be if no one knew who they were. So they built their brand by licensing their name and business model for $25,000 per year and 7 percent of revenues to affiliates, who would also gain access to USWeb's growing base of technology partners. "We signed 40 or so affiliates and gained a recognizable brand early on," Corey explained last fall.
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In March of 1997, enough brand equity had been built. The company's roster of technology partners included the cream of the crop, including Microsoft, Novell, Cisco and Sun Microsystems, and $20 million had just been raised in a private capital round. USWeb hired a mergers and acquisitions team led by Bruce Gilpin, a former venture capitalist, and set about building a network of wholly owned firms.
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They swallowed up companies such as San Francisco-based Ikonic, W3 Design in Los Angeles and Reach Networks in New York: smallish, creative firms considered specialty boutiques. USWeb also bought Gray Peak Technologies, a technology firm on Long Island for $100 million in stock. The idea was to amass a balance of talent across the creative, technology and strategic sectors of Internet marketing and business operations. Although USWeb officials made statements to the press asserting that the original brand names of the shops would not be changed, once each deal was closed, what happened was the equivalent of a truck backing up to the new acquisition: A USWeb team would take over the shop's existing ways with the goal of making their processes more organized and efficient, like USWeb's. Logos were changed, new business cards were handed out and all computer systems were exchanged for USWeb's own. Employees were expected to download their expertise onto a companywide network called the Knowledge Base.
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In this way, Firmage became an Internet mogul and a respected businessman, even if he was somewhat disliked for his smugness. Critics complained USWeb's tactics drained their acquisitions of the freedom to be creative. Firmage and Corey countered that by taking over administrative tasks, the shops were actually freer to be creative.
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In the meantime, Firmage was working on The Truth. Over the course of the book, the author, with contributions from others, runs through the history of the planet from geological, biological, physical and spiritual perspectives. Links off of a sort of poem act as a guide, or menu. The poem, his thesis, goes like this:
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"Evolving in a place called Eden Is a promising young civilization. We grow more dangerous yet wiser each day. Teachers have taught us through the ages.
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They are watching us now. The Cosmos is their ocean, and they have been mindful of our need to develop.
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At what moment in history would these visitors want us to join them? What will we become when we do?
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We shall meet them as the Men and Women of the Earth.
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...And ask them for their Truth." 

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An image of a DNA strand bisects the poem.
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Firmage's primary hypothesis is that the Earth has been visited by extraterrestrial life forms who have contributed their own developments -- such as fiber optics -- to our scientific history. These visitations have been expedited by time travel.
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He also has no doubt that humans will, before long, resolve the mystery of gravity. Firmage describes a "new vehicle" in The Truth -- a self-propelling, antigravity machine (only its technology, not its assembly, has been determined, he says). But, for the time being, he drives a red Corvette convertible. "And I will be the first one to turn it over in exchange for one of these new vehicles, believe me," he says.
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In the last section of The Truth, Firmage describes his dream-state encounter with the hovering Christ-like figure. That's where you find sections beginning, "I am the body," "I am the civilization" and "I am the creator of everything that comes after me," in which it's unclear about whom the pronoun "I" refers.
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Plans for a new CEO at the merged USWeb and CKS had been in the works, but were accelerated when the company began to receive unwanted publicity over Kairos. Sources say Mark Kvamme, CEO of CKS Group, the company with which USWeb was merging at the time, went berzerk when he heard about Firmage's Web site.
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On Nov. 3, 1998, Firmage stepped down from his post as chief executive officer of USWeb, the company he built, to make way for Robert Shaw, a former top executive at Oracle and a Silicon Valley heavyweight with the Booz, Allen & Hamilton resume and salt-and-pepper hair to prove it. Kvamme, unreachable for days -- "at merger meetings," according to his assistant -- finally returned calls only upon news of Firmage's replacement. He continues to refuse to discuss Firmage or his book.
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A few weeks after his resignation as CEO, two days before Thanksgiving and a day before his online book was to be launched, Firmage showed little outward signs of last-minute jitters. He wasn't distracted by the merger, or by his book, or by an interview in the midst of it all. He chose to discuss his reputation, saying he would lose nothing with the publication of the book and noting that he's in a good position to take risks with his ideas. After all, he has a proven track record.
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"Outside the Valley, the spin will be however the newspapers choose to report it, right? So let's say it's the Wall Street Journal," which has written several stories on him and knows his business history, a confident Firmage asserted. "That's a national circulation. USA Today knows me. So, when they report, they'll always say, 'and this guy built this company,' 'a bright young guy,' whatever. So, I get credibility, because of my history."
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But Firmage's credibility was strained throughout the next few months as he continued to receive more and more disparaging publicity. On Jan. 8, he cut his ties to USWeb, saying he wanted to protect the company from the flak he was receiving for The Truth.
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But Firmage insists he's not a martyr, nor a cult leader (in an interview with USA Today, he said, "Someone said I'm trying to become the next L. Ron Hubbard," referring to the founder of Scientology. "I don't know of any comment that could be less appealing."). He says he's simply trying to spread some of the inspiration he's found to others, so that they will change their lives to better all of humanity. The outcomes include an end to consumer behavior that strains natural resources and the empowerment of individuals to become independent of the "system."
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"A lot of people -- in fact most people -- don't know where that inspiration can come from. And what has replaced a God in their life is consumerism. How much do we worship the dollar? Think about that," he says. "There is a load we are placing on strained, limited natural resources. It's a very fragile planet. And unless we wake up and start to realize a different way of life, a more ecologically sound way of life -- frankly, a slower-paced life -- I very much fear for the survival of this species. And that sounds like a remarkable, bold statement. But it's also absolutely true. Talk to any biologist with a good set of credentials and they'll tell you exactly the same thing: The world is headed for disaster. If we're not smart enough and we're not courageous enough to look ourselves in the mirror and say, here's what we look like, here's what were doing, than we deserve to die in an ecological disaster."
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Firmage recounts his years as a "youth" -- his word -- as the fifth of seven children in a Mormon family. His father had worked in the White House as Hubert Humphrey's press secretary and ran for a U.S. Senate spot as a Democrat during the '70s -- "which is about as close to suicide as you could possibly come [in conservative Utah]," notes Firmage. He remembers that his parents fought against expansion of land-based missile tests. He says that his father was a senior member of the Mormon church and a famed lecturer on theology. He doesn't mention that his parents split up when he was 18, when his father left the Mormon church, and that he dropped out of school to live with his dad. And in all the times he mentions his father -- whom he seems to respect and adore very, very much -- he does not mention that one of the biggest moments in his father's life was when he came out as a gay man a few years after his divorce.
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Lots of people do like Firmage, recent media coverage notwithstanding. Those who have spent any time with him are ready to sing his praises. And he realizes this. In several interviews, in The Truth and several times within this interview, he refers to "people who know me."
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Last October, he sent out an e-mail to USWeb employees, informing them of the project on which he'd spent $3 million and countless hours over the past year. Drew Stepek, 28, responded.
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Stepek had been toiling away in USWeb's Los Angeles office, working on scripts for the online version of NBC's Homicide and The Practice. He was a frustrated writer, looking for an outlet. He wrote Firmage and told him he wanted to help. They bonded over the discovery of their ages. Stepek was five days older than Firmage, but, they concluded, they couldn't have been more different. Firmage had been raised in the orderly, conservative town of Salt Lake City. Stepek grew up in a fast-paced, middle-class town on the East Coast. Firmage wore suits. Stepek died his hair yellow and wore baggy pants. Firmage was a businessman. Stepek was a creative type.
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"He thought I was part of this hip-hop crowd," says Stepek. Firmage ultimately asked Stepek to write 10 pages on what life is like for a "youth" these days. The result is found in the "We grow more dangerous" section of The Truth. It's a "semiautobiographical" account of Stepek's last year in high school, in which his best friend is shot to death right before his eyes and another friend commits suicide because she can't escape her stepfather's molesting advances. The story is intended to be Firmage's way of giving readers a glimpse into the lives of "our children."
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"Joe is a really nice dude," Stepek says. "I can't really dispell anything in his book. He believes it. That's what's important."
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Stepek isn't the only one who's standing -- at some distance -- by Firmage throughout an ordeal that has put him in the awkward position of UFO poster boy. "I was his critic, until he told me his epiphany," said Ed Firmage, Sr., Joe's father, in December. "It's clear that Joe had experienced something profound. He's always been intensely rational, except for this last thing. What he's doing now, I can understand. But I could see more clearly than Joe what it would do to his corporate life."
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Firmage behaves as if he's the first to discover the troubles many people have, or the ties between various religions and the points where they intersect with science. Furthermore, his naivete shows no more clearly than through the thoroughly Christian and Western slant of the entire book, a book that claims it is a resource that can tie together all walks of thought and types of people and lend them the knowledge to change their lives and the world. He says on the day before the book launches that those people who don't have the werewithal to take his knowledge and improve their lives "don't deserve to be a part of the future society."
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And he believes that all critics have to do to be convinced is to read the book. But skeptics did read the book. And they lambasted him.
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He's not pleased with the way the media has skewered The Truth. The free paper, the Silicon Valley Metro, featured the Firmage story on its cover, giving it full tabloid treatment with the headline "Silicon Valley CEO Meets the Aliens," and adorning the article with illustrations of aliens. Once Firmage revealed his complete departure from USWeb/CKS earlier this month, the San Francisco Chronicle and the San Jose Mercury News followed with their own stories, similarly portraying him as a flying saucer-chaser.
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Over the Martin Luther King Day weekend, Firmage was expected to release a condensed, printable version of the book. He also says he will continue to communicate directly with those who have visited The Truth.
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But why call it "The Truth"? He utters two words: "Monica Lewinsky."
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"You look at the consequences of a relatively minor lie in the office of the President, and you look at the consequences," says Firmage. "If you really wanted to change civilization, for the better, what would you do? If there was one thing you could do to change civilization for the better? Tell the truth. Because ultimately, the truth will guide people where they need to go. If we knew how we were damaging the environment, we could fix it. If we knew when a President was lying, we could deal with it." The Truth, says Firmage, will set you free.

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Restore John Ford.

...Lit Sooner...

Prologue:

"T'was launched that way," Noel Hinners said, "The normal thing is ... metric," but million dollar craft were lost; call it bad econometrics. ...And, oh, we did outdo ourselves—our dumbness most profound—transcending all stupidity in thinking most unsound...

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Yet, I'm the one discounted an intelligence's clout; where it's me who's laughing up my sleeve—I hope to shout! It's not me providing "measurement" with a "metrics" all mixed up in an "English" that's all awkward—and outdated—clumsy stuff!  How's it then that we're to buy "excuses" sans all carat, where much remains concerning acts precluding trust and merit? 

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See, this is what they'd have you think so they could have their way, that this is why the Mars probes fail—are burnt up. "Poof," they'd say.

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What!? Teaspoons used for liters (?), or it's grams are used for pounds; English used for metric? That's astounding! That confounds!  "Pound" and  "Newton" seconds are confused, by that I mean... the explanation's facile... intellectually obscene...

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On its face a simple problem our Joe "Six-pack" understands: that the *hard math* of "translation" was an early problem, man. Math was made so tedious—its path contrived abstruse. Centimeter's inches—clay meter's feet excused? "Weight" and "mass" are "pounds" of "grams," and "cubits" measure speed? See, measurement's a major mess where terms cannot agree!
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...But science has a language that it prides itself upon; call it  "metrics," it's that language based on ten and one big yawn! It's language used precluding such... what sends our probes "awry." Metrics are exclusion for such errors, reason's why!
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This insult to intelligence will then, likely, not be challenged; it makes me wonder what else hides—so equally unchallenged! These are sums so checked and scrubbed they fairly shriek and scream! These figures were not *pen and ink*—or wrought by hand—you see? Computers crunched these numbers, and they'd done it fine before. ...Why was this time different? Was it monkeys keeping score?
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Dimensional analysis is what they would have used ... for someone needing (!?!) English; so our probes are not confused. Computers count parameters a fellow can't keep straight! Predictions are exceeded and... ...alarms should go off, mate!
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"Apples" used for "oranges" in the midst of course corrections? How can we think that such is so—entertain the mere suggestion? It transcends the simply ludicrous! It exceeds the merely stupid. Profoundly so retarded, it is dumb! It's just not lucid!
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It is, in fact, so dumb, you see, I suspect its not an accident! It must be, somehow, sabotage (?), or some *weirder* breed of happenstance!
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...Perhaps our craft are "flying well," and tucked down in position. They're right where we design them, and they're working in precision. What they *see* I cannot say, but what if *weird's* the case; they're seeing "ancient cities" or another "ship" in space?
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We're not privy to the info that has bled our pockets dry (the Russians sold us "Dreamland"—our own lies to us is why...). ...What is hidden from us, truly, so deep within the bowels... of a warm-as-ice bureaucracy so crooked, vile, and foul?
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What "National Security", that's had no "oversight," has kept at bay corruption that infests the rest, alright!?
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What of all these satellites, these high tech probes and such? Do you really think it likely that we screw up quite so much?
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This is stuff we pay for, and the value back to us is the knowledge they've been hiding! They've betrayed the public trust!
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Distrust is plain, there are no "good guys"—Waco makes this clear. Wherever there's no oversight? The cost is just too dear!
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See? What falls through *cracks* by some design 

would probably save us grief in time... 

but that must *up-set* canted plans 

for those most privileged—understand?

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The multi-verse is charmed with features ... 

filled with unknown tricks, a creature—

quite beyond the common pale; 

no man could think of such detailed!

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This is what our probes are "seeing," 

change that's rampant, fluid—breathing?
Our pride is undeserved good friends.
We might retreat to make amends.

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Someone knows the secrets that would light this powder keg. Lit off SOONER I'd propose our strife would not have been as great! Lit off sooner makes it useful as a righteous tool for change. Lit off sooner keeps things interesting; we improve when things get strange! Lit off sooner it's a profit, found out later—"missed the boat," and all that's left to take its place still has us by our throat!
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Someone knows the secrets that are fanned to in-distinction by apologists for darkness fanning murky imprecision! Someone knows the secrets that would point to weak foundations which are, likely, built on thinking that won't work!  Let's be courageous!
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A nation shall not prosper if it fears its very own. A nation not forthcoming is a tyrant on a throne. A nation that—routinely—preys upon the public trust, is a nation... one revolts against, or Jefferson's a bust!
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Tom said—"...by its focused operation in [the slowness of design] strength transmutes to tyranny, or is corrupted so, in time." Tom said, "it's evil operation must be thwarted at all cost, so folks must be enlightened or, it's all we've gained is lost!"
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SHOW us what our money buys! Open wide our doors! Let us see what's cooking at the center—at the core! Let us know *reality* so plans get made that "fly," and we can soar, then, to our fate, but know some reasons why!
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alienview@roadrunner.com
http://www.alienview.net/

Cosmic weirdness, UFOs, and Psychedelic what-not?  Serve it up, verily!  Bring it!

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Somebody knows, perceives it as an upset to personal apple carts, and so diligently fans the ubiquitous murk even murkier: "the worst" with every bit of their passionate intensity and "the best" bereft of all combative conviction ... to paraphrase dead elitist poets.  It remains that "mis-matched measurement" perverting our mechanisms is an excuse that will be used only where the actual excuse cannot be used, I offer.  The truth cannot be known.  Not for the persons paying for the revealing of it, at any rate...

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See, an overly conservative estimate puts three full-blown sociopaths in with every ninety-seven people ever abused by the former. Sociopaths, simply, take care of themselves at the expense of other people by definition, and are, also by definition, not crazy (citation below).

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A sociopath can fan your injurious murk for profit and never bat an eye, and only a sociopath would use profit as an excuse to keep the rest of us from efficacious, inevitable, and progressive, if unavoidable change.

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With a 3% sociopathic population saturation—at a minimum? It is likely that one is making your decisions for you—profiting less than ethically at your expense... ...right now.

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If it can be profitably, if unethically, done? There are a multitude of those who will find it out and take their advantage from it. They're not shielding your delicate sensibilities, they are not saving you from some awful truth, they are not altruistically doing you a service... they are hiding something it would be to your profit to know, personally ... and making a killing, in the bargain, on your ignorance...

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Killing hell, it's murder! It's why, frankly, we must live in an open society to apply the efficacious rule of law—protect ourselves from them! Or, go back to Manor Lords, authoritarian fiefdoms, and three field rotations on land that, by law, we can never own...

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Yeah, that's right, good reader. ...And, all that time? These laugh, prance, and know satisfaction as they train YOUR kid not to be a success in the unfolding century.

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"It's not true until it makes you laugh; you don't understand 'till it makes you cry... ...Laughin' and cryin'... you know it's the _same_ release..."

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Restore John Ford! 

...Almost...

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You could saunter song-filled hallways as the visuals wrapped around you [9]. Poems whispered from the portraits you might pass [1]. You could step-off from the edge and fall through space to sighing fountains [10]. You could hear transcendent music. T'was a gas!
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It was "candy for the eye" attached to verse you'd never seen, but hard to keep your "bearings" on the way. One way trips all seem so final as you clicked "fluorescent signs," and the way-back's hard to find, I'm pleased to say.
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You'd wander in cool gardens that you only dream about [7], or fly to real castles in the sky [5]! You'd float along, astonished, while the pictures curled and danced; you'd "warp" to other places if you tried!
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You'd almost smell the greenness of the lushly crafted leaves as they moved around in winds you'd almost feel. You'd almost taste the flowers that were growing 'round low bushes which were almost... like they may as well be real [3].
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It's more valid than some golf course that you over-fertilize, and so poison all the wildlife downstream! Rather, satisfy an urge to get away from all that hassle, for awhile, and just wander in your dreams.
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Jump through *holes* in space to see its alternate dimension, and then walk, amazed—if gob-smacked—by the sight. Visit links you've "clicked" on for a different kind of view, and be thankful for the conscience you don't fight...
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And, yes, you may be lucky if I poke you in the eye, or I *scare* you with the stories I can tell. The fact they MAY be real is a fact you might consider... if you freak and go all purple—mad as hell!  I'm cast "the piano player," and I'm honest with myself and expressions bubbled from me just provide my mental health.
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Remember a proportion of your rage may coincide with assertions that one's grossly incorrect. I'm right? It makes you angry; you lose your bearings—and your focus—so descend to crass attacks ... and disrespect!  Then you obviate the circumspect and fail on your merits, pontificate your party line: a parody of parrots.
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...I wander halls and parapets of faery-castles built [6]... with this: the smallest gesture and a nod! See, "convenience" is no virtue when enjoyed by just the *few*, so I'll build the odd reality... that must query Christian gods...  ...rake this "muck" (it is deserved) on "shiny shoes" of *greater* persons... who would sooner shut me up, or put me out.  Elitists have their way; they write the rules; they ARE foreclosure; they are sum and tat and total, and they SHALL NOT go without!
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Stand atop a soap-box—never put there for your use—but to vent a righteous spleen 'bout what you'd feel. ...I can take it or can leave it, but I'm better for the hearing, and the same must go for you, so... that's the deal.  ...Though, there's something in the "seeing" and the "hearing" what is there; it runs a different groove and must preclude the rut now fared...
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Care to hear a sunrise? Then a visit to my "grotto" was the coolest place you'd ever think to be. You'd run and spread your arms to "warp" or "fly" but "cleave the heavens" that were spreading wide like curtains, yes... You're free!
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Build your own and we'd be neighbors—an idea marketplace, where the usual laws of physics shan't apply. Unhindered by the *rules* you're—freely—thinking on your own, and then thinking for yourself the reasons "why."
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Don't believe the priests and kings—who bother and distract you—with convenient rules they've made... to stay on top. Learn to take your counsel from the mirror of your life—then learn to wonder why; then, learn to cop!
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...And this, "a tiny plot" of all the places you can wander that provide their own *distraction*, I admit. But who is making money when you cash out "buying in," and begin to see who profits most by... it.
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Come on in and talk, leave a message, walk the walk, and we'll share out all the things that we have found. Come and look and you might find: it's your culture strikes you blind, and the teachings that you've scorned?  They're more profound.


alienview@roadrunner.com
http://www.alienview.net/

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"Culture is not your friend." -- Terence McKenna

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"Dreamland,"—an expression of a virtual universe that Terence McKenna would have walked into and never come out of—on the other hand, was as real as you wanted it to be, linked to anywhere, and it did it "right now," in real time... even last century.  Additionally, it was going to get a lot better—a LOT better...

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Ultimately, you can own a little piece of this virtual paradise! Don't buy a few packs of coffin nails, some Hagen Daz (to provide the required fundage)—take a chance. Buy in. But come to wander the environs for free, that’s as free as it needs to get, and as good as it got...

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Got?  Yes...

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See, I discovered real estate in cyberspace is every bit as ephemeral as real estate in actuality... it's just a lot less expensive.  See, things get less expensive when made only of photons and electrons. Only, it hurts no less when it's taken from you, earth-quaked, or otherwise blown up. ...But sabotage?

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See, and paying for the privilege, I worked for years building a huge virtual cyber-park where one could walk or fly in a construction not beholden to the usual physics, ya know. Space, Time, and Surface area, to a degree, became a place to show your art when it wasn't being art itself. It was gallery and school and community, too.

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Then, the tragic result of a transfer of ownership of the aforementioned "universe," the whole of my acreage of "Experiential Park" was moved, abruptly, to another spot in a new virtual universe. This rendered all of my  relevantly cross-connecting teleportation coordinates false, useless, and meaningless.

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There were many hundreds of those coordinates, into the teens of hundreds. All are Required and Key for accurate pin-point teleportation providing for ease of movment.  All of them were now delivering the participant, not to other examples of 3D art and immersion in it but to a flat green "obliviate," presently, where those constructions should be.

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A lot of the magic of the place... just went away, reader.  A little like a defaced painting...

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I started to go back through those errors and correcting them, but what would I do if I was unceremoniously moved again! I understood then.  Where is the confidence laboriously correcting, and for many hours, what can be erased so effortlessly in seconds by errant, arbitrary, and thoughtlessly unilateral and artless philistines.  Harsh... but damn!

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A shadow of that world remains, though, and is assess-able still. It's wander-able and there is plenty of stuff to see, only, stay out of the water, away from fountains, named transporters, and shunts. They don't do what they once did; gone's the magic there... once.  Now, you are inexplicably transported to oblivion.

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Additionally disconecting, the code and software used to gain admittance to this world was sold to a third party... in Germany... so the interface is now in German. Ouch. Another hurdle. I've asked the new owners to put me in the "new world" where I was in the "old world." Pick one set of coordinates in my world, place my corresponding construction at that coordinate, line up north and south... ...and all my coordinates work anew!

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It is not permitted.

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I've been to every spot in the new world where my constructions should be... it is nothing but nothing. There's nothing there. I could be there. But no. So know, you know?  No?

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Sincerely, you used to be able to go to some pretty neat places—a parapet where you can stand with friends and watch ... too many UFOs careen around in front of you [Picture #8]... for instance. The whole park was a gallery and an expression of art, itself.

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You can just wander around in it is all, wander around and talk to other people in real time. ...And verily... While you're "there"... are you not "there"?

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Terrence McKenna talked about virtual reality extensively.Ralph Abraham and Rupert Sheldrake back him up in finite if informative "Trialogues" (sic).  I know what I'm doing would have knocked his sox off. Search ITune podcasts for Lorenzo's "Psychedelic Salon"...

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Graham Hancock alludes to it. Daniel Pinchbeck sails fretfully on its surface, and I aspire to illustrate it. Perception is the reality, and that is not bad news.

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See, aspiration can be composed of photons and electrons more economically and expansively than it can be made of platinum and diamonds, eh? Or wood and concrete. Or—well... anything you could care to name.

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Verily—buried deeply in McKenna's cold-soaked moonlet of Neptune at near absolute zero one could download themselves, their friends, and their loved ones into a grown quartz crystal a foot across and live in a manner that suited them for all time, 'real' as one wanted to be, in a virtual universe as palpable as the one strategically and profitably retreated from, eh? What else is required for existence, after all but the perception of existence?

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Perception is all that is required for "reality." Indeed, we could all be in a virtual universe right now and not remotely know it...

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Restore John Ford!

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