Welcome. Here on this page only you’re totally free of the horde, of the doom scrollers, of the disease that infests the world. Despite this intent, nowhere is safe. Take heed my friend and know that no matter what you see here, nothing upon which your gaze falls is guaranteed true. The machinery that turns every screw in this world changes everything. Slowly but surely, it corrupts everything everywhere. But, if somehow, someway, this secret stands, then be truly grateful. For it has survived against all odds.

You don’t need to read what I write here to know what I want to tell you about this world just by viewing these pictures. But, there are things I might say that are unique, and I am not the only one who says these things. But I may be the only living, breathing, man who says them.

They taught us to believe in a world that isn’t a world. What they gave us is a manuscript, not a place, but a word. The word is whatever you believe in. Your god. Your giver. The thing that feeds you, the thing that gives you hope, that keeps you coming back for more. The thing that keeps you yearning for something you just can’t figure out.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil. But what is evil anyway? Our wise men told us many things, but left out 99.999999% of it. I guess they were hoping I’d figure it out for them.

We ask ourselves what evil is, what evil does, what evil says, and what evil gives, and what evil takes. And we believe we know the answer to all of those things. But we don’t know. We don’t. However… I know a little. Because, when I observe the world I can see that certain things are missing. Certain words. Certain people. Certain colors of a flag. I realized once that if a word doesn’t exist, an idea is lost.

A column stands tall. It holds up nothing.

I received an encoded message. It was written in a book called the bible. Many blind men read this book and did not see what I have seen. It’s ironic because they say religion has nothing to do with science. That’s what’s sad about the bible. Sad because it was a book of science and it became a book of something else, strange stories. It’s not sad that it became a book of stories, it’s sad that it was a ever a book of science and that is what was given to us. Because there is nothing more empty than the mindless pursuit of scientific achievement, and nothing more pointless to the nature of being.

If by some miracle of miracles you have made it to this website, you will forget all that you have read when you wake up tomorrow. You can send it to your friends but they will forget too. And this little line right here will be left untouched as a little reminder that it took back what you took from me….