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Any non-word word contradiction is nothing (to degrees), which is what any malignancy is. Insofar anyone does anything—thinking, saying or experiencing—it is nothing. Nothing is the nonsense sense that nonword word (contradiction) is. Its blissfully petrified holy euphemism whose integration is the metastatic megalith, the abyss, is paradox, the mutually transferring intersubjective field of nice psyches or being (empowered by, re. namaste) the infinite ocean nothingness. Derisive mockery of sincere statements is mob humor. No conspiracy. Deep state indoctrination by transference. It is the organized crime of CCP globalism, via the triadic psychologism-babbling pneu-zen psyche, the pneu-goo brutally fusing the most abysmal nonsense together, insofar it virally (!), by personification seeds and reseeds as holy togetherness, the incompleteness (nothingness) of personal being. So, even covid is not surprising. It is pneu-justice, the even further complete zombification and junkification of the nothing-mayhem that the subject-object I-me/we-us of being non-word word (nonsense sense) is. It is transhumanist progressivism: the cancer force, power and control by its own logic regressing to the metastatic megalith, global or universal empowerment (the technocrat-psychopath's infinitely stupid ambivalence, artificial intelligence prostration, namaste!). It is word-denying pneumanic regress, or universal implosion by petrified integral holism, the blissful abyss. The funk-as-holy is no mere object. It is a triad. The Peircean semiotic sign, object and interpretation each as subject, i.e., agent or actor is the most sacred zombism, junkism and psychism. It is the rendering of the symbol (word, or what everything is) as mere sign and in its most enlightened or erudite form, like the elitist logic of artificial intelligence, whether by object or interpretation, the mere infinitely ambivalent abstract of that, namely nothing. Yes, since the very ground of such nonsense sense is the infinite open abyss, of course that everything is word is a dead end. |