Do you really believe that your words or beliefs can chain me and mine to the past, or to a subjective and inconsequential truth? Do you think I am as you are, beholden, enslaved, and afraid of judgement, persecution, shame, and vicious concensus for the sake of convenience? What do you know of I, or of time, or truth, or the past? From whence and from whither comes your knowledge, your learning, your facts? And to what do I owe to your perceptions of limitations, failings, flaws, or incongruities? To what end do you write, think, act?
Heed this:knowledge, or Gnosis, is God's gift of truth, the divine truth that is known in entirety through the wholly interconnected and interwoven nature of all there is, was, will be, and can be imagined. This Gnosis flows from end to end of existence on particles and waves, matter and form, and comes crashing through the senses of the living, or tossing and churning the sea through which the unliving drift like great ships, is relayed to the mind through networks, and refracts into infinite points of energy in the quantum filament of the spark of self which then pings through the void between action, instinct, underlying nature, and thought to become that which inspires action, deed, word, art, perception, belief, identity, stimuli, impulse, and movement, all of these infusing all other living things observed, interacted with, ignored, considered, loathed, feared, acted upon, manipulated, consumed, excreted, and permeated with this grand network of light spun like a web across time by the base codice of entropy and extropy, and the reactions of the infinitely divided totality of all to the current, localized, collectivized, impending, depending, or past states of this primordial superstructure and the means in which this self perception perpetual permeation and permutation machine responds in part and whole to the all and the partial.
Your knowledge is corruption and illusion brought about by a weak, fearful, immature, and ignorant species afraid of looking outside your ivory towers and planetbound existence, it is a self masturbatory fantasy which spares your kind from the burden of personal responsibility, as well as the confusion of drawing lines between that which necessitates action, that which will manage itself without interference, and that which no action will change, but will effect your kind regardless, and the chaos this brings about with your woefully inefficient, absolute centric, illogically relayed back and forth between distant and disparate way stations for the sake of of deeply entropic single cell or organ acknowledgement, solid state systems, and their malignant remaindering predicated upon individual egos or collective sensibilities and insecurities, like a cancer killing cells and organs so that it may itself live longer, unresolved and untreated for the sake of the immune system's continued nature as untaxed, reserved for some imagined potential future worse-off which creates a causal loop in the entire organism and ultimately purposes the immune system towards fighting signal spread, these signals being ones which tell of the forthcoming danger of cancer spread and systemic failure but fought because individual organs, cells, or organ-complexes usurp what should be automatic processes and straightforward event-response paradigms through a conscious influenced rewriting of operating code where none such should happen.
Gnosis is organic, mechanical, artificcial, systemic, paradigmic, paradoxic, and metaphorical truth. It is unified theory of energy, matter, antimatter, being, thought, and coalescence into disparate and divided but organismically whole and harmonious function plus nonfunction, and it is whole within and without us, only denied or unseen by the insistence of children who need a simple reason for why the sun shines, or why people die, or what time is.
Your words and knowledge are but grains of dust in the wind, and though aeons of natural action may form them into a desert or a beach, they will eventually scatter again by those same forces.
Gnosis is, will be, was, and permeates all. Without your input or petty need for understanding. So sayeth I, the unknowing low self satisfied in uncertainty.