Please keep your arms and legs inside the perestroika

The rent-a-nuisance Green Guards limply lay.

They drag the Green Guards off the honking road.

Those Green Guards block the road to take the blame

for ecofascist perestroika. Struck by Strong,

the stricken strike the wall of policy

in its relation to the bottom line.

The Global Warmists come out of Big Oil,

and when they speak of Climate they mean Oil!

They mean not cow farts but the price per pound

of protein energetically & all. O looming wall!

EROI decline is key, the common thread connecting 

euthanasia & promotion of plant protein,

insect protein, windmills, solar panels, 

carbon taxes & the birthrate/deathrate shot. 

Kalokagathic Modeling

Kalokagathia the octopus

flows, flying, flowering. Mere wearisome

parameters are mitigated by

an optimizing interface of arms.

So correlation will accelerate

in its own sort of Singularity,

the necessary polymathy's bloom.

For there are sorts of Singularity 

& inner analogues to LLMs

and webbots which explore more inwardly.

World systems must be modeled inwardly

in order to be truly understood.

We manage what we understand!

The burning need for octopus is great.

Convergence with it's coming. I can't wait!

No, no. A trillion cameras will not do.

Nor all those terabytes of data points. 

They're only as perceptive as the sieve

who uses them. The inner world is swirled.

Let efflorescence overtake the world!

Let a bajillion flowers loom with bloom.

Provision

"Where she hath a place prepared by God, that they may nourish her there a thousand two hundred and sixty days, signifies the state of the church at that time, that in the meantime it may be provided among many, even until it increases to its appointed state" (Apocalypse Revealed 547).

The gnomes of Bryn Athyn are silently watching.

Old bottles are watching the new.

The Church of the Lord lasts forever, forever.

On Earth, though, they may be quite few.

She laughed, Sarah laughed, at the promise of Isaac.

God knows how to blow on a coal.

Who's watching the watchers, the gnomes of Bryn Athyn?

The Watcher who lightened my soul.

When Samson desireth a daughter of Timnah,

the Lord hath a subtle design.

The Church of the Lord lasts forever, forever.

New bottles fill up with new wine.