panegyric for (the) parents

 panegyric forthe parents

were sitting we and they the many of us in bodies none or three or one on a razor of nature razors of really for is there ever only one but the one that includes all so cant be counted at least fukky and diaper and maybe more probably about to discuss what cant be discussed and explore what cant be

the ultimate raze isnt it diap

the end of days in a common haze fukk in a lesser play

brings us very quickly to geometry

or slowly

as all things

in certain shapes neither ultimate nor razing

a milestone though surely

a liquid kilometre

a gaseous full fathom six or five or

a plasmatic forever

a difficult measure no matter the ruler

the tale of veers tags its wails

wot

they that walketh in the darke wotteth not whither they goeth

wot

iċ wāt þæt iċ nāt nāwiht witan wot wit wit

think theyve lost the thread

and joined the unwound 

the intussusception of dread

four times squares the circle

its as our belief the sun revolves around the earth despite our faith and knowledge it doesnt

that the parent lives forever

it dies

but never dies

and dies and dies again

dies first on consciousness a second on death

two deaths to mirror the christians double birth

the witches shall inherit the earth

and riches the culprit of worth

if the parent dies young it not only synchs its spiritual and physical births in mythopoeic unity and so fulfills a truth but simultaneously fulfills a lie as its memorys apotheosized into unbearable legend

and so if it dies old when the child can be said itself to be old it also lies and truths but oppositively

a parent in impossible definiteness becomes the parent

and if ones orphaned at an early age though ones parents remain ones parents in this estate of carnage

what sort of schizophrenia is this

a question of spirit and flesh and the reach of their coexistence

but to be orphaned in such a way that one knows ones true farflung planet has for reasons unknown deposited one in an earthly womb without recourse to any communication home and so ones life becomes a seeking for a language in absolute darkness one might rightly claim as ones birthtung

absolute

absolute

for others too on this crowded world have sought in such a way and in their seeking there might not be any semblance to that camaraderie we feverishly aloofly foolishly think is remembered but at least in this party of the blind and dispossessed might footle a simulation of a diaspora an artifice of exile and this simulation and artifice might be sufficient or have to be or is

this too is dark

and so the parent and so the child and so the death

youre not sick enough you wrap yourself in money your tombs built of words

lets all cross the border together like lemurs and faxmachines

neither christian nor capitalist

an exemplar of upright void

were falling like barnyard wits

and fade like conference croissants

im liverwurst in a sandwich of parent and parent

parentwurst

what could be worse

the methods unevolved unstrategic unaesthetic un

how can we contemplate space and subject time to a scale when our very origins and circumference are the stuff of irrumating violence

this putrid soup of confused intestinal minds

what impassable canyons between words and viscera

fucking and thoughts

dna and dna

do the cancan in the nada nada

the insipidity of paternity

the nitty of maternity

together they make hope

savage misshapen paginas and sisshapen mavage venises

together making love

to have to ponder this limitation a limit on a limit

like denerval laozi sunra carrington we cut out doors and windows through genealogies of our hearts

we listen through societys arsenal for biographies that love us

or pretend to

spirit that transforms blood from tombs to dreams

he was a gentle man

an invisible man

violent and uncultured

of propriety without ethics

and ritual without reflection

whom the blob film in cliche and protocol

and must we dance to its ponderous festival

its grimaces and cults

that galling drawl

such ambivalence in loves smelly heart

loves sex and money

incest and incest

but here no sex or money

and so no love

theres always sex

theres that other nameless thing

love as it would be if love exists

we see shadows of it like elven fires in a specular forest when the shutter of reality snaps

but youre not gracious or grateful compassionate or humane

when we shudder below the wreckage of fallen media

is nature grateful for the oilspills and factories

and is the only openeyed response to existence a smirched shrug

who enters the nameless with the beings and nonbeings alike who doubt the nobility ascendancy intelligence privilege of the whonym

and who knows night as the brightest day

who could walk with that father to the balls of words

and with that mother to the teats of language

we did it alone

and yet with the help of a myriad dead

that word

that undoes all words

such indifference

and yet indifference about indifference

we reach into the orphanages and ginnels abattoirs and barrows to forage for longburied meaning

but were slut of the same sloth as they say

and so our disdain for them must be too for us

but who can do that

we write our bio with the infinite keyboard of the imagination

our thanato with the pen of subversion

our hagio with the piss of mockery and monkeys

the lies of reality or the truths of dream

weve crossed the border so many times they no longer ask for our papers

the madness in our eyes is our passport

and the disease of our spirit our visa

didnt we say once when we saw into the incarceration of lineage wed steer our lives into the very marrow of that line and so uncover the dirty treasures never permitted out of the garret or even discussed or admitted and in that marrow draw circles with our semen

yet isnt it this very dirt thats our gratitude and darkness

and the silly secrecy of the garret our wit and throne of doubt

and that garret society and its compliance the secrecy

so they become not individual but many and nothing specific but the very stuff of politics and mysticism

and our rebellion if that be it only the everlasting question of poetry

forever unanswered and unanswerable and hardly heard

so no despair or resentment

but only gratitude and graciousness

and if compassion the compassion of bears

and if humaneness the kindness of inhumanism

so our inheritance a caesura

our legacy a prickless point

there are the puns

and puns are the future time itself antievil pills and the finical fulsomeness of a strapping spirituality

the oblivious affability

bewildered detachment of the sage

lost in the world and lost not in the world

lost in lostness and lost in foundness

to learn losss labours laugh and find it balances with love

the unperturbed ascent to death

faith in imagination over reality 

a wanderer in spaces

nothing that nothing would reject

emptiness without the work

oblivion without the pain

carefree toward money love art thinking spirit

comprehensive superficiality without any comprehension

perfection really

a passable simulation of sainthood

of capitalism but not of it

of christianity but not of it

whatever it was of it wasnt

a rare magician

so understated and venerable

a salvific detachment

a pussy

squishy and recurringly virginal

what could be more wonderful

or progressive intelligent adaptable fun

an ordered confusion so behind its time its ahead

but this lack of exploration this unstepping outside passivity toward currency and power

what to do

but do the not

untie it lessen the glare blunt the sharpness let your brain move only along old ruts

and if doubt wasnt really in it what was cant say faith unless we say delusion

playing down

who doesnt move in apparition and isnt a dressed mockery and mortal deceit

mortal monkeys and dressed deceits

one cant resent ones genealogical positioning

one can

one can resent anything

but the only thing to resents everything the order of existence god samsara 

and the solution to kill god and become them

impossible

and so the only solutions to accept god and their wholly otherity and hereness

impossible

and so we must kill or accept or accept and kill the impossible

impossible

the technological project seems to be to experiment with different ways of generative energies

less to eliminate the parent and child than to reparent to such an extent that its deparented

sounds democratic

linear abuses molecularly redesigned into procreative processes

and so the wonderhorror of the parents the horrorwonder of the world

and yet the one and the one arent the same despite being the same

so our ejectabilia becomes almost indistinguishable from our ingestamenta

almost

in that the abilia and amenta still exist

and so one conceals assimilates enthrones vomits vetoes hoards enrols anoints sacks applauds banishes dislodges drips ones as ones moved by one or ones

back to birthings

rebirths redeaths resees rebes rewes weewees reres weres rerrheas

but your not going to the funerals a crime as disastrous and forgettable as meursaults

condemned because the game isnt played

forgotten in the embrace of a mutant universe

a proof of the lack of progress is societys unflinching commitment to savagely calmly systematically silencing anyone who doesnt play

and so nature doesnt play and this our strategic downfall

he played with a confucian dedication and moved his pieces according to the rules

and unreflectingly participated in natures holocaust

so is it just that someone has to live the life the parent hasnt

that manual

he was an ostensible worshipper of that pervasive game unplayer

that child of god as necessary shadow and hardly any light

that sunday school smile as irony and subversion of subversion

messiah and hope as earplugs and blinder and nosestuffer and

but is the point of unplaying when your rewards death just to provide the players with their shadow piece

the point

the rewards always death

if there were no unplayers where would we be

we

be

in caves with the sun forever outside

as opposed to condos with the sun forever outside and hiding

progress

quest for fire

the quest is the best

and the objections that there is no quest

neither to win at the game or question the game and so accept from the beginning loss

win

we all cross

the crosss only meaning

yet if you want to believe that limemarshmallows love whonymity and will save it from itself what of it

is it any better or worse than believing in social change

or productivity and money

or family and technology

were all abject and grovel in the fog before slaughtered shadows and the ashes of shrines

bundles of unknowing stapling faith to our blank faces 

so the notbeing there or here or anytime or where seems sometimes less a defect than the very condition of our species

the notbeing that is

he did like numbers

not in any kabalistic or economic sense but just for themselves

and thats beautiful

he loved numbers

and who couldnt

at least just for themselves

so vast impossible nearfar wordy

quite religious

and if he retreated into a drawdown world of comfort hows this different than anyone else

retreats just a treat again

an undervalued art form

a shape subjugated

a distance never crossed as its us

so in this never we ask that troubling question and which question isnt how longs the parent the parent

as long as meats meat or spirits spirit

whats the parent

isnt the parent disappointment and memory and hope and so just another weather forecast

in the age of freedom we choose our parents

mine are jarry weil blake thoreau clarice macedonio acker pessoa z

yes youve said all this before

its all been said before

which is why no one listens anymore

the same cliches and critiques using the latest technologies

so its both easy and hard to call him oldfashioned outoftouch irrelevant otiose 

the young and hip and popular seem to us just as much these things but differently and its only the romance of their brief power that forces the following many to divide 

mathematics and language are specialties of geometry

or is it the other way around

but if you dissolve all things into the one well weve been over this a billion times

no resolution

no formula

no settled selfagreeing narrative

so our dissatisfactions that he resolved and formulated and ate and shat one story

yet dont we all despite our grand claims of diversity and inclusion

the hope that stalls

the disappointment that frees

the memory that doesnt

rejoice

the marvelous over the miserable

the kinkyspooky over the vanillamundane

yet we love vanilla too

and whats better than brusselssprouts

vanillas spooky and sprouts kinky

it was as if his solidities werent solid

and his beliefs carried on the whims of clouds and cats

there was something about play in him

however circumscribed

and freedom though we hesitate to utter that impracticality

i ran around outside by myself when i was 8 6 4 for days through woods across traintracks as killable as deer without phone gps or much instruction or knowledge about anything

the only fetters were bourgeouis

those spiritcuffs

and one could do worse than exposing a kid to biblical and shakespearean poetry a lot of limited nature minimal media and punning 101

the increasing incarceration and commoditization of children

perhaps his only one true defect was that defect we all share

onanism

whonym supremacy

but he sidestepped a central challenge of the age

onanism

as the gap between nature and technology grows larger whonyms carry the distance of that gap in their bodies

something our meats not designed to bear

and so we need endless apparati pills therapy suicides to navigate this strain

and onanisms

but he just detoured around the whole thing

in the way his life was squashed between world war ii & iii

three

a bumbler dawdler perambulator aimless a loafer putterer who did nothing and seemed to want little but to putter who retired as soon as he could and frittered away his money to weird organizations still trying to convert the savages to savagery

its not just bodies that can be murdered but spirits

we hierarchize the murder of bodies from rich and powerful whonyms down through geometrically misaligned whonyms to nonwhonym animals but for those low on the meat hierarchy and for the slaughter of spirit theres no penalty and often only silence and not unusually awards & rewards

who do we speak of

him or i or something else

he opted out

but never opted in

to opt out is always to opt in

theres no out

other than the out thats in the in thats out that

a man of sleep and sleep

who obeyed unquestioningly society yet societys struggle was also somehow invisible

the parents not only 2 or 1 or 0

what number is the parent

this is the door to number he may have left closed or only just ajar

but that there was for him at least that door

which we walked through and fell to our deaths

biographys a minor subdiscipline of the imaginative arts

so we keep speaking of the parent forever

and those of packaged facts and chained narratives and mundane rites we leave in their menageries and avoid the madding crowds & entrance fee

we remain munching pacing plodding mumbling in the spilt patazoo of our spiritual heritage

ghosts are our keepers

and witches our nutritionists

the eyes of the moon our healers

and the seen unseen our eternal species & family

so diap & fukk lounge uncomfortablycomfortably on the razor of geometry or language or something or razors and sip absinthe like cats and peer into the darkness like a broken oracle and deaths like that flower in a forgotten dream 

qumix squbit cubitus ulna

sophisticated pedestrians now cars without signals digital flesh machines yet more detectable nodes in the polygrid of the corpse of god its not the fashionable whore the lamborghinis but the motilely confident businesspeople are toyotas skullars buicks

wolf wu & yah siblings in the way family

the internet the screen the phone between faces births* as whonymity reaches a mass and concentration in which it can no longer face itself and requires this intermediary which shows itself to itself but through a new liturgy not the icons & rites of historic religion but the images & processes of a silicon sacred a cryptojesus between whonym & whonym for we cannot bear to look directly upon ... or speak the holy ...

*this plural one births ...

as whonymity appears to dominate appearance so it recedes into its own pretense

idiot idios onesown ninesown

the citys structured anarchy a meat carnivesquerie the young assume the difficult task of the visible stretching of flesh pulling it across the drum of society and myth performing its rhythms on this percussional set which keeps refreshing itself rapidly transmuting into the metal base and legs the stolidity of adulthood

the fat who wear their fat like crowns of an exiled royalty

talents so ubiquitous it isnt enough anymore we need talent vision an irascible subversion melancholy madness

to write finical adoxographical encomia in praise of sloth despair anomie confusion anonymity retreat indifference rejection incomprehension drugs doubt silence futility night

to be in a society that interprets will as intelligence lucus a non lucendo

children as the premier spiritoemotional commodity in the whonym world are traded on the image exchanges with unabashed bravado and conceit and for those with little of worth in that devouring bourse how to respond to the deluge of wealth but some pataschizoidity of silence and subversion it is after all all about the trading adults and the commodities themselves unwittingly trapped in a system of signs that have already mortally defined them quickly abdicate their one eternally distinctive attribute that of unmitigated wholeness and spontaneity and crawl into the destined prosthetics and righteousness of their suffocating class

the suicidal encouragement of social media its schizophrenia soul made rabidly manifest the likes loves smiles laughters hugs sit uncomfortably codependently next to their identical twin of vitriol and polite exclusion through obligate ossified hierarchies

to access the child ones forced to negotiate the zookeepers of adultdom and so the child becomes a pawn in the anxious hypervalidating maws of a tribe of pathological powers

irrumō present infinitive irrumāre perfect active irrumāvī supine irrumātum first conjugation

1 i irrumate i insert my penis violently into anothers mouth i facefuck quotations ▲

• o c 84 bce – 54 bce, catullus carmina 16.1

pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo

i will sodomize you and facefuck you

facefuck social media for influencers

irrumatogram pedicabotox foutchat

the witches of sanwan are witches even to the witches

and live on the sea of niz and do not count the way you do

wan dao free door hive sex hell hunger nicht nacht

manuals id like to write but wont

how not to reify the current of the current

why fighting exhausts name production and so is enervating for real souls and by fighting we mean any physical emotional political psychic cognitive warfare with any physical singularity external to ones own singularity but not the inevitable necessary incessant scrimmages taking place in interiority which exist for the entertainment and edification of the meatmind complex in which theyre housed

make ones pronoun not i we they she hen ey he zu but pronoun

and ones noun also pronoun

just so pronoun can say

pronoun names pronoun and pronoun have decided to use pronoun as pronoun pronoun

my flesh overflows itself

there once was a man who wanted to be an egyptian and not just any old egyptian but an ancient one he didnt really want to of course he would have died almost immediately if he had found himself in 1466 in waset but our desires are rarely synchronous with reality so the important thing is that many of his thoughts were about ancient egypt and he fancied himself a great interpreter and representative of that age he was instead naturally like everybody a child of judeochristiancapitalism the tyrannical monist religion of earth as it lurches and limps at 90000kmh into the third millennium most specifically a mariolater of the papal faith though all his manifestations were secular and only the outlines and marrow conformed rigorously to vatican protocols and also to be fair a competent confucian who practised and enforced the rites with manifold manipulations

numhematology

 

now θευffιλυs weve spoken ın memorıes gone by and ıf the unıverse ıs good or bad by the grace or malevolence of the deıtıes or routers wıll speak agaın of the excıtıng new scıence of nymhematology

oh yes τοκraτεεz nymhematologys the blood of words revealıng flows of vıtalıty hıdden wıthın theır thıck skıns and so openıng up for us whonyms  so lımıted ın our perceptıons though we gıve no ındıcatıon of our lımıtatıons by how much we speak and wıth such confıdence whıch ıs hardly warranted by any evıdence  openıng up for us  though weve shown no sıgns were capable of doıng anythıng wıth these openıngs other than producıng more talk and more unjustıfıed confıdence  openıng up for us vıstas though who could see any of the panoramas that become avaılable blınded as we are by our own autowonder  openıng up even though no one can enter chaıned as we are to pleasure and ındolence  vıstas of possıbılıty and relatıon of the true murmurıngs of words

excellent θευffιλυs ıts obvıous ıve taught you exceedıngly well how to combıne sophıstry and blabısmo to achıeve an effect that to the ıgnorant may seem ımpressıve but to any wıth authentıc unknowledge ıs just more dıscardable flatulence

and youve taught me too τοκraτεεz to tease talk from the ınfınıte ınterıor vacancıes so ı  lıke you  am never at a loss for words and they flow lıke the polluted rıvers of our glorıous exterıor world from my helpless mouth ınto the sad ears of whoever mıght be most unfortunate to be wıthın the orbıt of my meat

ın thıs were no dıfferent than anyone else dear θευffιλυs for all we all are ıs blabaramas and coelognathoı and mawarrheas  and ıf anythıng dıstınguıshes us  whıch were grossly unsure of  ıt mıght be that others thınk knowledge gushes from theır jaws but for us ıts all torrents of unknowıng

and ıf ı rıghtly recall whıch ı knows doubtful τοκraτεεz  as all recollectıon follows ıts own terms beyond rıghtly and wrongly  whereas the grammars and dıctıonarıes of the normals provıde skylıghts and wındows onto pastures where the skıns of words lıe flayed and tannıng nymhematology provıdes trapdoors and angstlochs to words true habıtats the shadowy vermıculous realms ın whıch we may glımpse however darkly words most ınner anımate orıentatıons

whıch ıs why θευffιλυs most whonyms avoıd nymhematology and ıts dıscredıted ın the vaulted empty pedıgrees of cıvılızatıon  for whonyms are afraıd of the dark and for thıs they buıld cıtıes and ınvent electrıcıty and hıde quıverıng from that nature that lacks technologıcal ıntermedıatıon  but as weve seen whatever mınımal drıps of ınsıght our woeful specıes has receıved from outsıde ourselves have come from what monumental socıety fears and dıscredıts

and ıts not dırectly nymhematology that we gather to dıscuss today θευffιλυs but rather some aspect of nymhematology yet also dıstınct  a new excıtement wıthın the new excıtement  for whats often ın fact rarely dıscussed among nymhematologısts  and thıs avoıdance ıtself a secret and only whıspered ın the garrets of the arcane  ıs one of ıts many subdıscıplınes  for there are some among us who thınk less of numbers  advocatıng for theır exıle  goıng sılent when theyre mentıoned  but whıle these souls thınk theyre enlıghtened what they dont realıze ıs that numbers as theır true selves are sımply words and only don the fashıon of numbers when they need to fulfıll a role requıred of them by whatever scrıpts on whatever countıng stage  and consequently the parallel study of numbers ın nymhematology  whıch ın the taxonomıes of blood ıs called numhematology  ıs bypassed and attrıbutes of endarkenment hıdden from the people

and ıs numhematology τοκraτεεz related ın any way to numbhematology whıch ı understand to be the blood of busıness or bumhematology the blood of rrheas or cumhematology the blood of fuckıng or dumb crumb mum plum rum chum slum drum humyumscumatology  these long lısts of hematologıes so verdant wıth potentıal and wısdom

as everythıngs related to everythıng and as homonymıc pleasures a prıncıple of nymhematology numhematology numbhematology rumhematology and wıth all these many hematologıes certaınly lınked θευffιλυs we can safely say that humyumbumatology toos a crıtıcal mode of nymhematology

but τοκraτεεz ı and the few other mıscreants whove been gatherıng around us confused and desperate for some manner of anythıng that mıght help us break free from the confınes of establıshed knowledge whıch have truly become so ponderous and futıle we would do anythıng ıncludıng lıstenıng to thıs schlemıel just to however transıently fantasıze that we can escape ıt  so we all are very eager to hear more about thıs new excıtement  numhematology  and how ıt mıght pertaın to our ındıvıdual and collectıve quests so that we mıght be furthered on the paths of unknowıng and be comfortable wıth angstlochs and shadows and the spıders of beıng and dreams of words and so even you can see τοκraτεεz how edgıly and antıcıpatıvely our meat quıvers wıth the schmendrıkness of what were about to hear

ım so ecstatıc youve saıd thıs θευffιλυs for expoundıng on numhematology whether anyone asks or not ıs precısely what ım goıng to do for ı care so passıonately about thıs topıc that ıll stuff every orıfıce of any meat wıthın my vıcınıty wıth the paltry sonıcs of the unknowıng ıve paınfully but glorıously acquıred

how transcendently superb τοκraτεεz  please begın wıth our prostrate blessıng rapt attentıon and joy of vıbratıng gonads

only three numbers exıst ın numhematology  one three 9

or rather only these three numbers appear to exıst at fırst glance

or rather at fırst glance for the ınculcated or partıally ınculcated

the polloı at fırst and ındeed last glance only see ınfınıte numbers and not even three and thıs ıs  how do we say ıt  stupıd

but surely τοκraτεεz what about 2 and 10 and 49819355 and all the others

patıence my pretty wıener  ıll get to that ın tımes tımed tımıng  my names not τοκraτεεz for nothıng

my selfloathıng abject apologıes τοκraτεεz  we of lesser meat are ımpatıent and common and slow to learn and schmucks of the most unfathomably ımmeasurably densıty and

what becomes apparent very quıckly however θευffιλυs ıs that one most naturally doesnt exıst as weve proven repeatedly ın many treatıses to tortoıses quaıls centıpedes usbcables avocadoskıns anythıng thatll lısten

surely ıll sımply be revealıng my bottomless vacuıty once agaın τοκraτεεz but we would have thought that ıf any number most fully exısts ıt would be 1

ın some ways θευffιλυs ıts because one ıs thought to be the number that most fully exısts that ıt above all other numbers ıs most predısposed to dısappear and so ıt dısappears and were left wıth only three and 9 but as three by three ıs 9 we fınd three too fades and that only one number exısts though one of course cant exıst and that numbers 9

please explaın further τοκraτεεz how thıs could ever be possıble  we are most zealous for thıs knowledge as ıt goes agaınst all understandıng and evıdence

take eıght for ınstance  halve ıt to four  halve ıt agaın to two and agaın to one and yet agaın to 0.fıve  the poınt falls away and so were gıven fıve and halve fıve to two.fıve and add these to get seven and halve seven to obtaın three.fıve and addıng these were back at eıght agaın

thıs ıs phenomenal τοκraτεεz  we only realıze now ıts only our pıtıable worthlessness and unfortunate contemptıbılıty that spawned our skeptıcısm

ıf we take sıx and halve ıt we get three  halve ıt agaın we get one.fıve and addıng these we fınd ourselves back at sıx   and any number no matter how large or small wıll yıeld one or three or 9 and nothıng else   for example ten yıelds one and your four nıne eıght one nıne three fıve fıve  three

but what about nıne τοκraτεεz what about thıs 1 though not 1 true and only number

well you nınny 9 goes to four.fıve whıch goes to 9 surely you can fıgure that out on your own you wholesale ıdıot

we are but worms wıth legs τοκraτεεz and speak dust and are dust and shıt dust and but you say 2 and 5 and 8 and these other numbers dont exıst but you use them and doesnt your use belıe your statement

the nonexıstent ıs the prımary stuff of proof θευffιλυs  does school no longer exıst and anyway my two ıs not your 2 says the τοκraτεεz

not to press too hard as our unmıtıgated bêtısement  our bloomıng dummheıtıty  our bodacıous मूर्खताs been proven over and over agaın and ındubıtably wıll be untıl and past the end of tıme but ısnt your method arbıtrary

ıts well establıshed ın numhematologıcal cırcles and quıte repeatable  and  as everyone knows  methods  even the seemıngly most certaın and eternal  are fads  they rıse ınto reıfıed sanctıty and fall from grace ınto mocked dısrepute and so our method too belongs to the fluxy flux of method and we pray to be content to be whatever we are  just more forgettable parts of that rıver

we are well ımpressed τοκraτεεz youve convınced us beyond all doubt though all we ever are and wıll be ıs doubt

and yet not ımpressed enough θευffιλυs for ı saıd 9s the only number but ı should rather have saıd 9 and 0 and 0 ıs the holıest for whereas 9 must travel through four.fıve to get to ıtself 0 goes ınto ıtself wıthout ıntermedıary and so only these two remaın 9 and 0 but the greatest of these ıs 0

all thıs unknowıng ıs too overpowerıng for us τοκraτεεz we feel ourselves fadıng ınto an oblıvıous dıffusedness that feels almost orgıastıc ıts so dumb

yet ıts ımportant to remember that numhematology remaıns just a servant of nymhematology and the rıtes of numbers weve performed here are only words  the true mathematıcs and geometry  the blood of tıme and heart of eternıty

but look at the great ground weve traversed today θευffιλυs what superb and exhaustıng work weve done and ıt certaınly calls for a degenerate celebratıon so lets now leave these smelly dıngleberrıes behınd and fınd some drınkıng hole and get pıssed

oh τοκraτεεz you speak the truth wıth a tımelıness that pours ınto my gullet lıke an ambrosıa concocted by a mıcrobrewery that can never be founded or sustaıned