The Odd Ones Out

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL

Gaps in Continuity

Event Horizon

Are we here now, merely temporary, fleeting, finite agents—commissioned to shut a window or a door? A wormhole, a black hole, a Dyson sphere?

Are there intentional gaps left in the very algorithm of this code—our current reality? Perhaps entry and exit points, or windows, as it were? Perhaps when we could possibly and empirically reach this junction [point], several other factors must then be independently known—factors that include advanced mathematics spanning eras of sedentary high math, which has ultimately led to this meeting point of computer [and now quantum] apparatus of engineering.

Perhaps a field-based, incomplete number code—a break from this perpetual field theory—acts as a door that then needs to be shut by us [or those few of us] who may understand. That brings us to the next point: downloads and the act of merely [perhaps robotically, remotely] following commands. Are we merely ephemeral, flesh-based agents, commissioned without much choice [in who we are; our engineering], as if infected with this task—so lofty as a greater reality we shall never truly know?

Furthermore, are we barred from this place of effulgence, through which we die across countless timelines, heavily laboring to complete? Thinking, quite possibly, that we, too, are given the potential keys to this exclusive kingdom of minds—Valhalla, Shambhala, Heaven?

Is the best or most compliant among us tasked to be an actual Judas to the rest of us? We, the odd ones out, and they—he—the even, the perfected? Granted access only to shut the door to this proverbial heaven, barring us all from entry? Were we intentionally created to serve this agent provocateur—designed, in all our flaws, as monsters and villains—engineered to never know? Held, in fact, within an environmental stasis—an intentionally fabricated, flawed construct?

The Odd: the rest of us—error codes of genetic, operational, unrequited potential.

And our Judas, the Even: Übermensch, Overman, Messiah, or Hercules.

Do we blindly toil as slaves to a cause we neither comprehend nor are granted the scruples to fathom? Are we merely this blind, ignorant, motley crew?