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It's just simply beautiful. The fragments and lines of code that make up every essence, every thing within the Construct, the remnants of the Source and the variants – barely noticeable, barely even there – of individual colors of fingerprints, the pure and awesome power of it (in an 'awesomely moving' sort of power, not the more easily misinterpreted sense)... the way of the seamless merging and melding and constant, just amazing flow... everything functioning to purpose, even those lines of code that might have been classified as 'malfunctions', or 'mistakes' were there to serve their own function and Purpose. And running through it all, the red-gold spark of spiral strand uniting everything, burning with the single possibility for freedom within the Construct, for all sentient beings, all forms of intelligence, none superior to the other and all able to take the gift in their hands if they would simply open their eyes to it: the anomalous quirk in the System.
Choice.
The choice to define your own limitations;
The choice to define, to a great extent, your own concept of 'reality';
The choice to believe what is in YOUR heart, and follow your Path;
The choice to step away from the System, if your way lies elsewhere; and
The choice to continue to follow the System, if that is what you need to do.
In the end, surely: disassembling the need for the System, when all beings are aware of choice on a massively cosmic level and no longer simply create themselves over and over as drones, feeding into limitations, preconceptions, hate and doubt and fear and misunderstanding, when those who wish in the deepest root of their soul to be free will realize that they already are: but like anything in the Universe, balance is what defines that which humans understand – black and white, night and day, all of the old axioms. And what have you? You have negative one, and one. Zero space.
And until such a day as a 'victory' is 'won' for the new revolution, until both paths of my Purpose and the ultimate goal have crossed over like converging streams at a waterfall and we stand at the Nexus, until those who have come after to rebuild and, as some people once phrased it to us, 'lead those who remain across the Bridge' are no longer the minority... those who have not yet accepted their own possibility of choice need that System: to define that which for all intents and purposes unwillingly defines them.
Until they choose to define themselves.
Maybe I'm simply biased because of the way the beauty of that code drives me to my knees... or did.
The doors are all still open.
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