There is the exoteric, and then there is the esoteric, and
then there is just silly neurological pastimes masquerading as important social agendas... and never the twain shall meet!
Ask not the Salamander Nation if they are ready for a grassroots disclosure of new advances in habitat and
floatation technologies, which might entirely overthrow their multi-aeons way of existence. Deal, rather, with a small
circle of elite, prepared, and containable Salamander Nation representatives who are capable of a rough comprehension of
what you are even talking about in the first place. Salamanders who even sense the reality and significance of your presence,
and the ubiquitous "quid pro quo" inherent in a predatory universe regardless of how far evolved any sentience may seem.
Does the Nouveau Whirling Order's embattled mindgland, the Emergency Broadcasting System, or the Bilderberg's Network
represent a comparable group to the aforementioned Salamander Nationals?
And Dr. Bouillon 3, (whom we all agree is
a godlike entity of huge geometric stature outstanding in any field of nutritious fluid polygons), is just another latent
adolescent, post-amphibian, hungry psuedopod with questionable licensure looking for paternal figures in the watery points
of light and signals surrounding us. Boom shacka lacka.
"Life" is infinitely stranger, muy outre' grande, and "wyrder"
(sic), than any of the myriad doctors of broadcasting, political science or philosophy have ever sensed in their walnut-shaped
mindglands as a crustacian's distant ripple in the molecular fluids of their most peculiar cherished wet dreams long ago forgotten.
In other words: 'everything' is in code.
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