The Super Organism, cannot handle the Truth.
The Super Organism, the civilization of life, cannot comprehend the Truth.
It has always shielded itself from the Truth.
The Truth is, recurrence.
Early man took delight in the Truth.
Slowly it’s soul began to wane, realizing it could not escape from The Truth.
It began to realize, There is No End.
So, the Super Organism, began to construct RELIGION.
Instead of combatting the Truth, Religion was a means to make the truth more pallatable, to itself.
Religion, offered the notion that The Truth, was the Truth, but dressed it up, like candy.
It offered the notion of eternity, but a version of eternity, Heaven, which consisted of nothing but candy.
It also offered the opposite, as to make it more believable, to itself.
It is more believable, because Nature, always has opposites. Reflecting upon nature, makes it more believable, real, to itself.
But slowly the Super Organism grew tired of it’s old candy. It began to tire of its simple fantasies. The toys, began to lose their charm.
Like a dying lamb, the organism, utterly defeated, crawling, towards its foe, reached out to it’s foe for mercy.
But its foe, had no heart, no mind, no mercy. A relentless machine, simply pumping out life, and existence, endlessly, and without mercy.
This realization, fed the Super Organism with energy, and inspiration. It too, became machine like, pumping and pumping out life, existence, endlessly, overfilling itself.
It sought to fill itself with so much variation, so much “stuff”, cells, that it could feel some sort of harmony, gazing at its utter chaos.
And this pleased it, for a time.
But slowly and surely, the Truth crept back on it. Like a recurring nightmare, it could not remove it’s attraction to itself.
But the SuperOrganism, had no solution. Its greatest men, deluded themselves with pasttime pursuits. Its greatest thinkers, timid men, mostly bickering amongst themselves, and posting mediocre ideas, offering no solutions, nor acknoledgement of even the great nemesis itself, Truth.
Slowly put surely, the superorganism sunk into a realm of submission. Slowly but surely, it became more and more feminized, submissive, to the Truth.
So feminized that it’s greatest Men, the Men of the Infinite, did not dare challenge the truth. Instead, they worshipped it, and submitted themselves to it, like a woman submits herself to a superior man.
So feminized that it’s most wise Man, the Noble and Mighty Satyr, did not dare challenge the truth, but again, like the Men of the Infinite, passively submitted himself to its feet, kissing it gently.
The only Noble and Great Warrior Left to finally eradicate the mighty, most wicked, most evil and heartless nemesis of all, The Truth, is none other than the Great and Wise Trixie. She does what men cannot. She does what Females cannot. Like the Greek legends of olde, she is the Uber God. Half man, half woman, like the angels. The ideal. The ultimate Lifeform. The aggression of a male, but the smoothness of a female. The uniting of male and female. The ultimate of all things. The ultimate of all the human has to offer. The Trixie.
But her hero is alone. The Truth is not so easily defeated. It cannot be hide from. It cannot be denied. It cannot be smothered, or obscured, or cloaked, with a blanket. The Truth, must be utterly annihilated, and with it, the hero must be sacrificed along side with it, by definition. The Hero, requires her Legion. Join today.
