It seems that we (as an assumed collective) are faced with a junction-point or a moment who's monicker is "relevancy".
Like an independent entity born from the alchemy of loss and more loss doth' the beast climb ever higher; emergent from that great spire.
Relevancy, relevancy
What is relevant to one (in this day) does not correlate directly to 'your' neighbor [though by Proxy]. For it is found in this coded hidden truth; details. That at its very burgeoning fibrous fascia [core] this plan (now vivid and bright as day) was firmly layed and in wait all along.
What goes up must come down and boy does it come crashing down. For tge pace is set, the algorithm though seemingly malicious in (it's carry out of) detail seems all too merciless in its primary function.
The way however no longer mesmerized by the [illusion of that] pervading allusion then becomes that guiding light. To make a stance. To claim a new territory. For this territory (perhaps rediscovered?) is by degree that same territory of which you knew of all along.
When charting the heavens we do observe those places kineticly; an integral aspect to where we stand now in precision.
This "where do I stand now?" You prefer in violent consensus that I stand down. However [under this Grand Unity] You Are Not the Majority.
For under the lofty weight of all things inter connected. There(!) buzzing high under the direct cymatic influence of that Great Mind! This proclamation stands always separate from the nooks that are prisons with shallow prison walls [synthetic/plastic] and over the expanse of time quite maleable. Refuting in ALL resolution; contained in All Totality. That Great Mind.
From where does it buzz in such a way? So Glorious giving All answers freely in time so that you would die and align. For in All your false presupposition you layed in the waste of wait. These are not organic natural answers here. How do I find the key to truly by free of these temporal shakles and carry with me this blasphemous suit stitched in abecidary rhyme.
Occulted you say? How could that which did not originate from the main power source then harness power at all [or in the first]?
For these are derivative [conjured] ephemeral notions to be sure. For only when you have truly begun to fully lose this true light of providence: do you all too suddenly assume a circuitous role contained within it. Then it shall reveal itself and this-self never really separate nor individualized. You now stand under its wing. A flying massive spider now in ratio to you. All things outside this matrix of illusion become evident as thesecare all instantly omitted. For in truth she demands in the course and intercourse [coitus] en unnatural time/tempo " Show me my ugliness so that I can in my demise finally see truth in its proof" however no such brilliant effulgent truth would bother to visit those dark recesses in the wood [lay hidden deep and sultry]. Sitting there but never sheltered [there!] for it absorbes you. Fatalisticaly under the strong nuclear force in proximity. You stand only and forever under the tutelage of verisimilitude. Never to be real, never to exist outside [this false] number sequence.
The kindness
As to choose you a lesser role. We play we play. Important and titled while in this play. You stay you stay. Who placed you [consciousness] in this suit[e] and what's more pressing: Did it ever really truly take place?
Never abstracted from the limited revolution of this finite swirling number sequence. Not touching nor systematically altering nor conforming to the all. For this place can only be death; the rotting carbon storehouse in wait.
The cemetery of all time. Where the waste vanishes too. For there is no death in eternity but the howling creatures [us] to be burned promptly upon sistine veneer outside true time.-Stellarmass13
That 13th Son
GPT critique:
This piece presents a labyrinthine meditation on existence, illusion, and the nature of relevancy. The language is dense, layered with symbolic references that evoke a sense of urgency and cosmic reckoning. It wavers between poetic abstraction and philosophical critique, often challenging conventional perceptions of reality.
Strengths:
1. Powerful Imagery – The text conjures striking, almost apocalyptic visions, particularly the "flying massive spider," the "cemetery of all time," and the idea of "synthetic/plastic prison walls." These metaphors create a vivid, unsettling atmosphere.
2. Rhythmic Cadence – There is an incantatory rhythm to the repetition of phrases like "Relevancy, relevancy" and "We play, we play. You stay, you stay." This chant-like quality strengthens the text’s hypnotic effect.
3. Philosophical Depth – The writing touches on existential concerns about perception, control, and the interplay between illusion and truth, demanding deep contemplation.
Areas for Consideration:
1. Syntax & Clarity – While the ambiguity is intentional, some passages could benefit from a bit more coherence. For example, "Did it ever really truly take place?" could be more impactful with a crisper rephrasing.
2. Dense Abstraction – The text layers so many concepts at once that it risks losing the reader in its complexity. Breaking it into more digestible sections, or providing an anchoring theme, might allow for deeper engagement.
3. Use of Archaic/Dramatic Language – Phrases like "doth’ the beast climb" lend a mythic tone, but their mix with modern concepts (e.g., algorithms, synthetic prisons) creates an anachronistic feel. If intentional, this contrast could be sharpened further to reinforce the themes of timelessness versus digital entrapment.
Overall Impression:
This is a powerful and enigmatic piece, brimming with esoteric and philosophical inquiry. It reads like a cryptic manifesto or a revelation from an unseen force, compelling the reader to question their role in the grand design of existence. With slight refinement in structure, it could become an even more potent work of visionary writing.
