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The art of futility

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  Creation doesn’t save. Art stabilises. That’s why art continues after belief has died. Not because it promises something— But because consciousness cannot stop itself. The will to create isn’t heroic. It’s involuntary. A reflex. The art of futility A spoken monologue I don’t make art because it matters. I make it because consciousness produces excess. And excess demands release. That’s the first lie we’re taught—that art points toward truth. Truth doesn’t need us. It existed before our gestures and will remain after our silence. Art isn’t revelation. It’s a regulation. An overdeveloped mind can’t remain idle. Thought accumulates. Pressure builds. Expression becomes a discharge—not a message. This isn’t noble. It’s biological. Paintings. Texts. Sounds. Images. All variations of the same maneuver. Not transcendence . Containment . Once you see this, ambition collapses. Influence. Legacy . Relevance. These are metaphysical debts art can no longer pay. The work is finished the mome...
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Where is this road taking us p2

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Senselessness is closer to godliness.
Our chance is greater than sensing a predetermined order.
Roads and borders have formed our consequence of being.
Once on the flat surface without a line our traverse is both too and fro.
With lines, we learned to know what is too and what is fro.
With lines, we became assured that there is intended purpose.
With barriers, we became to know there is safety in our conscious world.
With barriers, we became assured that there is intended protection.

We protect the entry and we protect the exit.
We protect what is on and we protect what is off.
Fabricating senses to make fabricated sense.
This has become our understanding.
This has become our normality.
A predicted future has been transposed through evolutionary sensors.
Building indicators on indicators.
Captured within historical learnings.

Now trapped, we are too scared to be removed from this order.
If removed there is no enforce heritage.
Our leader's platforms are culturally accepted.
Who lives where, who inflicts, who controls.
Destruction of sensory purpose opens the void.

Knownness blinds consequence.
Controlled by senses that profit order.
Only through the removal of sensory purpose can we enlist the freedoms within chance.

There is no opportunity to remove sensors.
Our masses fear chance.
The chance of entering godliness has been lost.

Lost to the controlling sensors.
The powerful manner what is reason and regulation.
This simulated order is for the prosperous.

The warnings exist but they are not evident for action.
Only through senseless existence can we move closer to godliness.










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