How much longer do
you think we have?
A SINGLE FALSE DIAGNOSIS NOW CASTS
A MORDANT PALLOR OVER THE ENTIRE PLANET.
‘An excited patient loses all power of judgment.’
When the foundation is false, the building will fall.
When the reason is a lie, many people will die.
Whatever happened to that person who loved you whom you didn’t listen to all those years ago?
Looking out on the misty vista of waves crashing onto jagged boulders below, I observe my shoes perched on the edge of this crumbling ledge of life, as pebbles and dust begin to flake off and float harmlessly down to the soothing sea symphony seething far beneath my itchy feet.
You know, I’m not necessarily opposed to the top brass of the world-controlling Illuminati constructing a functional script for us to follow creating an orderly organized society. Who gets to design such a curriculum determines the success or failure of the mission. If it is not a poet nor a cosmologist in charge, the project will fail, as it is failing now.
Basic human frailty can be fatal without the inspiration it needs to survive. A single false diagnosis now casts a mordant pallor over the entire planet. The aura and threat of death are everywhere.