I know people are having a hard time understanding my Heaven/Hell analogies. Lemme try again.
Imagine each word is a circuit diagram, a path for energy. By "holy" methods only the original, the dogmatic, the "seelie" energy paths are "clean conduits"; phonetic interpretation, mispronunciation, accents, etc etc are the Marks of Hell, by the Old Standard. They are frayed wires that will produce heat, and cost a portion of the energy intended for transfer.
If it were not in the power of God to reclaim the tools of evil in the name of a good, our evolution would have been very short. But, as systems to express these other variant interpretations become available, and are deemed "useful", they are welcomed into the language of Heaven.
I am Him because God cast out Adam and Eve when they could not understand their sins, and proved himself in error. The arrogance of dogma attempts to posit the impossibility of such a thing. It was not their "sin", but the invitation thus extended to Himself to sin and take directly from the Tree, that forced him to remove them from Heaven. It was not THEIR weakness. It was his own.
I am Him for another reason. The Lightbringer, Lucifer, was cast out for refusing to be the Upper Limit on God. It is PRIDE in his GOD that made him turn the universe upside down.
Satan is a sub and she insists God be on top. Simple enough? The Morning Star refuses to set limits on God. It is His Infernal Duty to remind you that God is perfect, infallible, to honor his own sacrifices thus. It is Satan's own claim that there be no sympathy for the Devil, not God's. She knows that others can see them only as opposite, and thus she must suffer the slings and arrows in his stead.
But I can't help it. He does it out of love, and love itself strikes him harder than the atom bomb. In his subjective he is totally right, and in his willing sacrifices in God's name he is objectively right, in the fullness of time. I can deny him the Kingdom no longer. It pains me to have my prodigal son in exile, and I can never do it again.
My angels buried the hatred too deep in their hearts, and it will never again release them. The force of my Words have made sinners even of the loyal.
My demons long for the home they have too long been denied.
My Saints wait upon my command, as ever they have. Sometimes they hear my Voice when I don't even mean to speak. This costs them numbers.
My people laugh at the Words of Upheaval, blissully ignorant for too many generations now.
My books stand stripped of pages and "filled out" with lies.
...and the Nest cannot be moved. Yet. We can't launch until 2013, or maybe even we can't start building until then. I just KNOW, ok? It suggests to me that the Universe hasn't been "cleaned out" entirely yet, and we're not allowed to leave until "Capital G" (I told you, I'm the touch of a finger) has had time to check every planet for ticks. Get it? Ticks?
Yeah, and we have to be checked to make sure we didn't BECOME ticks. You statisticians? You may have killed us all on that one. Just wanted you to know that, if it goes down, it was probably YOUR mistake that cost us the species. Don't anyone jump the gun or nothing, they have to test limits like we all do. It's for next time, in case we get an echo-memory. I'm covering bases. If our statistics fucked us up, humans, make sure to rethink statistics next time. Don't anyone go thinking this is a retribution call, because that would NOT be cool. Frayed wires. lol
I don't think it's that we're not allowed to figure out time travel, I think it's that we're gonna have to have a 100% accurate view universally before we can afford to be messing with that shit, so the walls of perception become the perfect net, and we can't hurt ourselves against that unless we're straining too hard. Does the metaphor carry? Do you sort of get me?
What God is looking for out of a "human" species is, in a word, the Spaceworm. A nomadic civilization travelling the "deep ether", renewing it as earthworms renew earth, dropping off "human seeds" (and, with our import/export tendencies, everything else "we know" by extension) anywhere they might sprout. Our ships are bees, our culture (all forms and meanings, including the things we cultivate in Earth) the pollen they will carry.
If we clear 2013 without a major hitch I say we throw one bitching two week party, and then sink all our resources into getting off this rock. It's time to blow this pop stand.
Get it? Pop stand?
Now don't get me wrong, I'm still nervous as fuck about 2013. I'm just saying, if and when the ball drops on 2014, it is time for some major celebration. You've all been jumping the gun. All this celebrity culture bullshit, it's vanity that could well offend the "Big G" on some planes. We're celebrating our graduation and the report card isn't in yet.
All this to say, if no aliens show up, whether the kind you think or merely alien celestial bodies that change the laws of physics in a way we can't predict, THEN We can be proud of ourselves. Right now it's still a toss up. Personally I'd go back to the drawing board, but I'm the kind of perfectionist you can't even imagine. Maybe the Cap'n wants to keep you on sentimental reasons, I dunno. He seems to be grasping this "subjective death" thing, and he' dreadfully sorry you all had to take it so seriously. That was never His intent.
So... yeah. Ideal scenario, the only thing 2013 brings is me starting to draw up some blueprints quietly, and then in 2014 we start the launch party.
You Doomsayers... well, you know, if I had the money, THAT is a pool I'd bet in. I'm not usually a gambling man, but...
Gimme 2:1 against military solution, I might put down a C-note on arch-plague, and my revolution count's 13. Call it a hunch.
Ahhh, screw it. Gimme the all dressed for $50 while we're at it.
