We slide smoothly along symmetries of the divine axis of the tesseract accessible through the book by way of the reading mind, with its secret connections, and hidden meanings spanning multiple art forms, and worlds. We are a 33rd degree consequential longitudinal totality of the universe taking one infinite deep breath together, close your eyes, and allow your mind to manifest dreams, open your eyes, and again, now allow your mind to manifest dreams, build the many new possible worlds with your eyes open, discard systemic structures of mental delusion, manipulation, and coercion, settle the nagging struggle of continuous self-doubt, read the book to experience the new expanded wakefulness of yourself looking back at you, as all matter arises from the unified field, all matter and energy will again return to the unified field through the pathways of the book, this book that you now hold within your hands. Use the book as a manual to fight the contemporary crisis of loneliness, use the book as a manual to fight the contemporary crisis of isolation, use the book as a manual to fight the contemporary crisis of marginalization, use the book as a manual to rediscover, and preserve the word, use the book as a manual to once and for all take down the Total Information Control Initiative, as you intend to eventually, all at once, ascend. We stand hesitantly with our post-industrial neoliberal arrogance under the architecture of nature’s divine oxygen generators, scribbled incoherently under Rembrandt’s Drypoint. We manifest multi-dimensional seriations, continuously arranging quantitatively ordered symbolic objects in new phonological developments, neatly appraised moralities stuffed haphazardly in new high vector information classifications, and clusters compared against post-Pynchonian structural ideologies within divergently obscured high stress textual analysis with readers endlessly searching for meanings absorbing newly organized game theories without the convenience of phenomenological proofs. Artificial intelligence Heideggerian philosophy machines constantly generate new formulaic values of the mind. Re-experience the original trauma of being in the world. The great Melik carry the pollen of the angiosperm cacti through the wake of its brilliant migratory flight patterns to fertilize the stigma of the female cactus along the perpetual photosynthetic floral shoots as they undress themselves of these flowing complex linguistic ornamentations. Explore phenomenon as semblance while waiting in line for more. The deeper powers of the mind still rest undiscovered, and dormant within the personal and collective unconscious, the book shall occupy the ego, and hold it hostage, the gatekeeper of the great beyond, as you begin your vibratory ascension into the unified field. Become the untethered subliminal house of mirrors constructing the new mythological motifs of the Cult of the Cactus Boots which will become the new hermeneutics. Say the words aloud… All hail Calcaltalume.
Pass the ranch.
Tesseract my rectun, or tesserectum
Your user interface on this website is trash and this excerpt is so incredibly stupid it makes me want to gouge my eyes out with a rusty spoon…Sorry – let me put that sentence in words you can understand – The unnecessary complexities forcefully etched into this pointless internet interface, alongside the moronic quality of its contents, is indelibly linked to the extraordinary pain of existence in my temporal body, leading to an overwhelming desire to mutilate my ocular organs with an oxidized eating device.
That’s some good writing! I apologize for the interface, I am not a professional by any means, but we’re happy that you’re inspired by our work.
Is this website a joke?
If you mean structurally, when compared to other websites that were built by professionals, yes.
The website was built by amateurs in an effort to promote a book. That book is real and is not a joke. The book is pretty awesome, might not be for everyone though.