18 Brumaire Sign

Morning Thoughts #274

It is morning. The sun makes its way through windows, the heat coils of an older apartment bubble, as this landlocked phase of life continues. To write about the actual struggles of the day is to diminish the concept still to be created. The rectangular and illuminated dungeon… a life stymied by the scroll. You must give it up. You must be released from all avenues leading to a superficial release of fate.

Organic dispenser of ambition, return. Oh horse of modernity, all that you cannot stand must be tamed to ride. This distressing speed can only be reduced by direction, and once properly directed, you may find that reduction is no longer necessary at all.

Extreme modernity must be enlisted in your plot, a friend out of necessity. AI and whatever else must be included if this last-chance coup is to be successful.

18 Brumaire: Napoleon and two directors. Be Napoleon or become Napoleon. AI, make it your Abbé Sieyès; the medium of your bullhorn, Ducos. These allies will be discarded in due time for the essentially human, the return of your spirit’s sovereignty, the recrowning of absolute initiative.

Your world is going anyway; you might as well be at the vanguard of having some say in it. Maybe all of it.