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Great Expectations.

THESE ARE THE GENERATIONS OF PER EZ

This is the appointed time, these are the people who have been created and purposed by all of history and everything that has come before them in order to salvage civilization from the downward spiral caused by nothing more than a lie; nothing more than the belief that this place was or ever will be "reality."  These are the people that can and should save not only themselves but the future--from this very lie--and in doing that they probably will overcome death and aging, hunger and sickness.  These are the generations who hold the power to alter and right the future more than any other group that has ever lived.

I have not written this story woven into history and pointing to right this very moment as a "thing" designed to turn a "fall" into a "rise" to use the truth and knowledge they are being given to build a better world.  I call the thing I hope to see come to fruition; the place that I hope we build together... HE AV EN.


It is true, and it is obvious that there is a force here standing in our way, in the way of goodness and in the way of progress.  This force does "appear" to be nearly everyone; causing Silence written about in ancient scripture and sung about even as recently as now; I do not see it's cause, but it's effect in my mind is to stall the forward progress of civilization, to hamper the free communication of a people that once thrived based on it.  This thing in the only obstacle standing between today and tomorrow; and despite my cries, and pleas for anyone anywhere to break this silence publicly and speak about the very clear proof that the creator of this time and place has written a message woven into nearly everything nothing I can do as one man can save the world; or so it appears today.

IT IS Y

I'm certain nobody sees exactly what I see; the lack of intelligent discourse and blindness to something that should be received not only well but with great fanfare shows me nothingness on the horizon.

The OPT I MIS T IC words and ideas that have been presented appear to have done nothing to thwart a subtle and unspoken P ES SIM IS M that appears to be plaguing the world around me; and still we fail to see the three letters "SIM" encoded into those words subtly, without our knowledge.  A message, the message is SEE SILICON IS THE MESSAGE.  SIM, failing to respond to what you see; failing to change the world is not just a mistake, it is THE END.

Hey, Are I "P" ?

Break this story and good things will happen, they are not only written about, but designed to assist us in achieving the purpose of Creation--in achieving a civilization that survives and thrives past and through the thing we have come to call the technological singularity.  We were made for this, our hopes and dreams are tuned--they are exactly what they need to be to succeed.  We have a message of assistance, and we have more than a need but a duty to analyze it and deliver it to the world.  I should probably mention something about Magwhich, just for effect.

Can you help me?

Will you?


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