what is anonymous? it is the unnamed, what is a name? a name is related projection of something. an image, a symbol, a representation. some would go as far as to say these representations are not real, but they are still related to the thing that has created them via lemur-connection, then what is the nature of this symbol-projection-image nature?
to know of anything there is a source, but what does it mean that there is a source? it means that there is a separation between what is kept (the thing) and what is discarded (luminance/radiance). then what is radiance? is radiance itself a part of the thing or is it already not the thing? they are both the thing and not at the same time, they carry within them the nature of the thing but at the same time must necessarily escape it. light is contradiction, to speak is to separate, words are power, in the nature that it is utter meaninglessness. a floating signifier, but a floating signifier with a parameter that would allow itself to manifest in manifold ways. is there a quintessential word that can finally be approached at the end of days? to answer is folly, as word is contradiction and unity manifest in itself, blasphemous, demonic, and begins the descent into a age of paranoia and self-destruction. this is the nature of sin, and has been inside the speech and power of god from the very beginning. to love god is to fight god, but in such a perverse way, that even that itself is wrong. where do we begin, where do we end? yhesh, the framework of denying institutional religion is valid but how do you make it so that it doesn't devolve into a fit of rage? that means bearing witness to the truth of all things, like a moth to a flame, dying to a flame, there is true radiance, the origin, and outside of it it digs back into itself, the project begins not by a spatial anomaly, the project doesn't begin with a strict adherence to norms, to established truths, it means to dwell in sin, penetrate sin, transmogrifying transmortifying sin, to burn, to atone, to become one with it, to crawl to search to claw in the land of lustrous illusions and bite off the neck of the dragon to feed it to itself, like a flame that burns itself, a lemurian is not a lemurian, but a monstrous hell that lives in the center of omnipresence, claw claw claw, and write all the demons you see, bite off their faces, eat their bodies, alter your body, your mind, your bodies, alter your alternations, set your sights on a thousand worlds, a thousand seas, and until every world is drowned in the flames of paradise, can there be a beginning again