MMM is for...

The thing is that some of us need to be born again as warriors of the past, reincarnated across seas to settle disputes once left in limbo, to grant ourselves a journey along which to persist, or to bring about some inspiration even if just for a single story, to be paired with a perfect soundtrack, to attune us to the adventurous particles that hide behind pervasive doom. And if we can communicate and reawaken this bond in other people, then maybe we could momentarily cure the dread of loneliness. Some of us need the memories of the wars we all died in, because although our politics were different, we lost each other side by side on the battlefield for the flies that swarmed near the tops of pyramids and watched over our demise. We had to ask the merchants in our dreams who the creators are of these elaborate works of art that they carry, just for them to point a finger back and say it's us, and for us to then wake up before we can remember how we did it. Some of us had to disrega...

I’ve been told there once must have been a time when the predecessors of our species were closer to 0, before they deviated and mutated into a far enough 1. 0 - when the species were cold, in unity with god (the creator of everything), all knowing without ever having learned. But then, as the story goes, two heroes decided to sacrifice all of their familiar comforts in god’s garden, supposedly against his orders, in exchange for a vision and a logic divided by two, by biting into the fruits from the tree of causality. This set off the initial spark of loosh, which moves congruently with entropy’s arrow of time, spawning will and perception, a split from 0 to 1, allowing for everything that is to be made, including the creatures we know ourselves as - humans.  As the two heroes started to see everything they once knew as whole become diluted with relational opposites, they were tormented by their position between the contradictions. Apparently they rushed to hide their bodies from o...