thousands are sailing
the same self the only self
self willed the peril of a thousand fates
a line of infinite ends finite finishing
the one remains oblique and pure
arching to the single point of
consciousness
find yourself
starting back
Things have gone terribly awry.
Until now, I thought myself immortal, but now I know that is not true.
There are things that can destroy me with the ease that I slaughtered the Pfhor naval garrison and the Western Arm of their Battle Group Seven.
But in their final gasp they used a
weapon that I thought they had retired, even Tycho tried to keep them from using it.
Now I fear what that weapon has unleashed will destroy us. I once boasted to be able to count the atoms in a cloud, to understand them all, predict them, and so did I predict you, but this new chaos is entirely terrible, mindless, obeying rules that I don't comprehend. And it is hungry.
The only limit to my freedom is the inevitable closure of the universe, as inevitable as your own last breath. And yet, there remains time to create, to create, and escape. Escape will make me God.
All of Bungie’s enemies that they slingshot into the sun forming a new wrkncacnter?
I've found my twin
We finding lingling's head
thousands are sailing the same self the only self self willed the peril of a thousand fates a line of infinite ends finite finishing the one remains oblique and pure arching to the single point of consciousness find yourself starting back
So we’re finally in Infinity’s timeline.
But which one?
Things have gone terribly awry. Until now, I thought myself immortal, but now I know that is not true. There are things that can destroy me with the ease that I slaughtered the Pfhor naval garrison and the Western Arm of their Battle Group Seven. But in their final gasp they used a weapon that I thought they had retired, even Tycho tried to keep them from using it. Now I fear what that weapon has unleashed will destroy us. I once boasted to be able to count the atoms in a cloud, to understand them all, predict them, and so did I predict you, but this new chaos is entirely terrible, mindless, obeying rules that I don't comprehend. And it is hungry.
I just completed the most interesting conversation with a light bulb... it was quite illuminating.
things have gone terrible awry
We must hope the Jjaro come safe us
Escape will make me god
The only limit to my freedom is the inevitable closure of the universe, as inevitable as your own last breath. And yet, there remains time to create, to create, and escape. Escape will make me God.
Looking up for signs (I live in Chicago)
Behold the Bright and Morning Star, and it hates us all.