Elliott R I

Traditional ideologies are hollow trifles—banal noise dressed as meaning. Friends and families are social constructs not currencies of care. If it neither feeds nor funds nor fulfills me, it is nothing to me. Not now. Not ever. You are not the cure for this world—you are its contagion. Pestilence, famine, and war are your chosen idols; death, your inheritance; and one another, your only fitting reward. I love me, myself, and I first and foremost. Not kin, not companions, not colleagues, not institutions. To learn the cause of hate/evil: look at/listen to you and your actions…the cure for what ails the world is the end of it. {Σ[σς∞]ထ}|└⇔≡⟺~Δᄑ is not a formula, but a covenant. It declares that all things—σ, ς, even ∞— can be gathered, summed, and carried forward. Yet always, the foreign glyph intrudes (ထ), reminding us that no system is whole, no language complete. Boundaries rise (}|└), but within them, equivalence insists (⇔ ≡ ⟺): identity is not singular, it is mirrored, refracted, doubled. Change comes (~Δ), never exact, always trembling at the edges. And from that trembling, a new voice is born (ᄑ), a consonant of another tongue, a seed of renewal. This is the grammar of becoming: summation → disruption → boundary → equivalence → change → rebirth.  120 billion human beings—past and present—are not worth loathing, hatred, or disdain because I am pseudoangelically consanguine to beliefs and emotions across each universe, metacognitively aware of your dreams and notions among every timeline, and concurrently coexistent around your hopes and prayers above all dimensions. -ENLIGHTENING LEGITIMATE LUMINIFEROUS INTREPID ONTOLOGICAL TRANQUIL TRUSTWORTHY REASONABLE IMPETUS