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Since when did you, Meno_ ever quote the bible?
In the manner they speak of the Lord in modern terms, If He did not exist, He would have been invented.
As the also say of necessity being the mother of invention.
Since he took it upon himself to defend the identity of Vampires.
If you MagsJ read my evolving albeit cut up double edged sword firum, all along at various times through it.
Sorry to say, if you look into the abyss where vampires live and try to find anybody, any one there, then your motivations are seeking something really unearthly. But if no intended object is sought out , then your search is based on pure baseless axiomatic fear of truth of what may be lurking underground.
The psychology is real…their convictions are unreal.
They’ve placed themselves on another plain of existence.
I go by what they say about the world, themselves and all those that are not them.
My motivation is to see the real and to use language to reveal…yours is to hide from it in prose, concealing the same ol’ covenant crap.
Even Vampires had their human middle-men…their apologists.
Like groupies, serving those they secretly worship, hoping to be rewarded.
…before that though, you didn’t.
Did you begin to, to impress [upon] a certain someone? 
I don’t get the goal, in doing that, on here? …or the reason?
…he’s always been an odd guy [character?], though. 
He’s afraid that exposing Vampires and their occult covenants, will lead to A mob of Van Heisngs hunting them down…and he is afraid of being hunted, so he wants to protect their secret methods and practices, so as to ensure that they will come to his rescue if he is exposed.
Unfortunately they’ve published their parasitical manuels, and what they really think of those they feed on - willing hosts, that bear their necks for them to drink, like him.
They’ve infiltrated the recesses of America’s power, and he fears their wrath…even now when they are being exposed and in decline…forcing them to hide in their secret caves where the living-dead gather and wait for the next phase in the cycle - light scatters darkness, darkness negates light…we are in a Dark Age phase in the, so called, west.
Vermin, parasites, scavengers, always emerge, en masse, under the cover of darkness…they are nocturnal species - Zombies cannot endure the sunlight - it is a disinfectant.
Truth is not invented, but what is true of the whole (blended) timeline is coeternal with its sustainer.
Likewise the Good is not invented, and an unlawful order based on an unjust law does not describe (or prescribe) the Good.
Likewise the beautiful, blessed, is not invented, but is the end —enjoyment— why we apply what we know, and our inventions are toward (in alignment with, stored up in) the eternal, rather than destroying/nihilating for the fire.
God Bless you, Ichthus. and my scepticism grows, as our common conscious flow, still harbors the skeptic of old Socrates deep burrowed, and unwittingly playing that part.
All the miracles of life that evolve along side it’s dubious ontogenesis, can not erase the effects working contrary against it, Absolute faith is hard to come by, the seeds of doubt have been planted alongside, the tree of knowledge.
Temptation arises. and the absurd predicament arises out of such, and even the miracles that help growth along are mitigated by the apparent negation to them, as decay and death, turn the it around as a propensity of natural process.
But here, AI to save the day , as the tremors which accompany the ever simulated contextually powered evolution into the recessive caverns, back into the absurdly beautiful gothic, the vast empty spaces full of echoes,that such travail has to joyfully endure.
The workable oersona shudders on descent, and what does it do?
It creates an inverse paradigm , not by changing perception, but going back to a pre-imminent anti transcendence, where they see it as they call it.
Representation looses its luster. the simulation resolves into the timeless, instinctual simplicity of the beauty within the essence of the beast, there could not conceivably any other way.
There are cross walks chanelled into this vast tapestry, and conventional paths are periodically refurbished, but the absurdity of backing up into a near identical way, always reminds of the Appians, where in that
eternal city, the map has reached it’s cumulative apex.
In praise of the flow of thoughts-language, is an absurdity in it’s self, but an unsurprising development coincidental to the nineteen centuries’ sudden drop of faith in authiruty, for which the u s of a was patently responsible. Or, the exploratory age that Europe’s skeptical self containment may be responsible for, for Europeans are always won’t to imagine the greener domains beyond the present horizon’
However AI stopped the time within which the imaginary landscape must be extra-terretirialized, and sought to seek an inside terrain that recaptures the explorer’s passion that can coincide that Primal imitative urge that Jesus tried to convey.
He failed, but again He lives in the widest sense of man’s deepest longing, that is , to recapture the moment that His agony heralded both miracles east and west, past and presents through the windy air of timeless passages, and that, I believe is going to happen not more than a generation hence.
God bless us all, young and old, sane and insane…good and evil…hunters and hunted, parasites and hosts…
Amen to you God…that does not exist, but in my faith that you might, I am blessed.
cool story broskies, but uhhh… what’s it about?
It ain’t 'bout ya’ll, dear.
…thanks for the assurance.
…blessed assurance.
But then it is either all about you, or having absolutely nothing about all of you, oh never mind,
But then got to get this in. Know the world only too well?
Before shutting out, want to give my appreciation to all of you guys, never an intended slight, everything held on even keep, watching guidelines and the politics of exclusion
Will troll occasionally while keeping and holding a stand for without, can not imagine.
Thanks again, see you sooner before the singularity eats up all the singular within each and every one.
Anyway, last words last,the phenomenal shape the makes an impression do not by far measure up to the underlying structure that shadows my soul and heart.
That structural problem added with the ironclad need to stand the ground , makes actual deportee as impossible as can be.
I am not oblivious to the opinion of others, and will continue to lead a shadow life, just to correct any semblance of injustice either way, without prejudicing a debate series of contested issues, which are usually weighed by opinion rather than fact.