Act 4: In the Light of Night

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“Set your expectations low; the magic is in how silly it is, so don't expect high art." —John Waters “We live in a perpetually burning building, and what we must save from it all the time is love.” —Tennessee Williams “Let’s just kill everyone and let your god sort them out.” —Marilyn Manson {NOTE: if this is far from what you want, move on, otherwise let's connect and build from here. please know you must bring everything to the table, as everything is exposed in that unflinching unbearable light of night, every falsehood, every hidden intention is exposed, and will be burned away} It's the fourth act—for all of us. The metaphorical comet, the planet killer, is hurtling through space. But this time, it's not simply a dark comedy set in an altogether too real parody of the future. This time, it's science fiction. Pay close attention.There’s no way I can tell this story without telling my own, however fragmented it is. And what makes this an exceptionally difficult task is that the narrative itself has multiple origins, each contributing to the vital understanding of a complex, interwoven, and multi-dimensional plot outline vital to the sanctity of our lives. Likewise, just as disruptive to traditional narrative form is the concept of multiple endings occurring simultaneously in a continuous swirling vortex of potential and possibility, a single functional variable, the determinant of now. These rich, intricate alternate timelines all connect to, and fan out from, a perpetual central image: the only recognizable element of traditional narrative structure—the middle. And it is here that I sit, typing this cry for help, a solitary fly caught in a web of digital Darwinism, surrounded by a horde of super creeps, geeks, and sympathizers. Whether they know it or not, each is attempting to seize this house so it may fall—precisely when the collective good of Western civilization is about to enter its darkest and most divisive era of global history since World War II.This is reality. The prana of the world is being devoured, one mad emperor at a time. The gug is a succubus, its fingerprint unmistakable. Cities like Aleppo in Syria, Mariupol in Ukraine, and Gaza in the West Bank represent only a fraction of the unimaginable devastation fueled by sectarian divisions, heightened by authoritarian regimes. This world of ongoing chaos has been at our back door for some time, and now, to avoid this fate here in the democratic free world of Western civilization, we must quickly work backward, intersecting the only timeline that leads to a successful, more prosperous future. And for this to occur is pure happenstance, because the moment intention is introduced into the equation, the outcome becomes contaminated with bias and will fail the system as a whole. Usually, this experience will masquerade in the most ridiculous alignments—for example, say the fate of the world being contingent on a glitch in your contacts, and the unintended predisposed assumption that elicits a response, setting off a chain reaction that averts the clear and present danger of now. Align with your principles. Order your priorities. See the future and squelch your own bullshit. kp Buk 11/11/2024