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Jan 7, 2009
Poetry

this is the church of ever-dying
wherein we worship what we find
within the breast of the lying,
beast weve come to call mankind

these are the days of wine and roses:
wakeful, we greet the holocaust
and find the point man who reposes
beneath the tree of life we lost

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About me

Perception Conditions Existence

I am two things

a warrior who follows mavors, lord of battle and a poet who understands the gift of the muses love.

i am a quantum dualistic physicist i am a student of the humanities

An expression of the radical possibilities for consciousness and scientific conscience in this, the era of petty kingdoms, but only for those with True Grit.

I am credulous about the destiny of mankind, I recognize in no uncertain terms the very real and natural peril of our species and am committed to crystallizing the entire planets' resources, both human and material toward the end of satisfying true Jeffersonian longevity for the human species.

gnosce te ipsum

we shall wage war for the sanctity of ideas, let him who has ears for it hear me.