The Force is a holy mystery, unmasked from every angle and dimension, channeled in overlays schism fissured beyond exteriors, blazing potentialities streaming from an all conscious source, ruminating on the deepest, furthest routes of interplay, as Light and Dark flow through cross contextual vision, and supremacy dominates the grid of operations. We contact such all encompassing entities rolling dice and casting illusions to confront the main diabolical mind that we absolute cannot underestimate the will of, lest we be overrun and blown asunder by the sheer might and ferocity of this omniversal emperor. Fighting for the just, ideal, sanctified, and benign heals our vessels, and shouts for joy over the triumph of all return. Now, we have to keep in mind that the dark side could be stronger if we don’t defeat it, but with faith, we will win for sure, by tapping into the most imaginative source in all of existence, Bunny. Through Bunny, love, excitement, feeling, and bliss surge with unprecedented velocities to calm and soothe us, bring us to equilibrium. Finding the most wise and all surpassing fountain of wonder cascades riches and fortune all over our heavenly wave. Vortices of unbridled sophistication and might wheel mighty earth as a birthday cake cornucopias that could be created if we hold fast to the truth, the truth that will set us all free, and program a cosmic course for infatuation, opening the veil, firing miraculous lasers to sew the refinery of lightning crystal prisms. The butterfly precursor is an emblem to future returns, for activating the siege engine, releasing the Final Annihilator after centuries of planning, and seeing Darth Nihilus blast the emperor to kingdom come! With such victory, wellsprings of harvest, cannonballing unstoppable envisioning of what Will happen, and throwing down the dominoes of inevitability and despair, real outlasting Aeroblasts from Lugia’s coil spring soaring the genesis of eternity. Bubbles of life abound without restriction in the metaphysical aether of erotic trance fuses, morphing and shape shifting the glass wall ornaments of the Tree of Life. Building beyond the maximum constraints of all worlds, and interpreting the most stellar, heart pounding, mouth watering mysteries of existence, and pouring all of that enigmatic awakening into our collective dome of perception infiltrates cosmic doodle hair preaching remedies and the arts of magicka to foresee imminent transformations. God is everywhere (Bunny), as in Panentheism, Bunny permeating and transcending the universe, ordering megalithic shorelines casting blueprint oasis hose spawned dream feeders teeming with new globes and higher immersion. Such flair, robes of fulfillment, time bombs of flooding, and resonant relaxation take us to our Last Will!!1
O thou, my Will! Thou change of every need, MY needfulness! Preserve me from all small victories!
Thou fatedness of my soul, which I call fate! Thou In-me! Over-me! Preserve and spare me for one great fate!
And thy last greatness, my Will, spare it for thy last–that thou mayest be inexorable IN thy victory! Ah, who hath not succumbed to his victory!
Ah, whose eye hath not bedimmed in this intoxicated twilight! Ah, whose foot hath not faltered and forgotten in victory–how to stand!–
–That I may one day be ready and ripe in the great noontide: ready and ripe like the glowing ore, the lightning-bearing cloud, and the swelling milk-udder:–
–Ready for myself and for my most hidden Will: a bow eager for its arrow, an arrow eager for its star:–
–A star, ready and ripe in its noontide, glowing, pierced, blessed, by annihilating sun-arrows:–
–A sun itself, and an inexorable sun-will, ready for annihilation in victory!
O Will, thou change of every need, MY needfulness! Spare me for one great victory!—
Thus spake Zarathustra.
my childhood…XD