***Side bar - arc’ing is a quirk word, almost like a weed, and there will be a few more, but they will not be ongoing, and are prone and primed to be pulled. The word-garden will be gard’ed. Re-gard’ed.
Okay, it might get messy. Bring your boots and gloves if you got ‘em. The prissy type might want eye protection - Sissy!!! Back to you, Sir Arthur . . .
There is to the egg a fixed-time element. For EARTHverse 444 Eartheners - and hold that idea for now - it is ten months, give or take a few minutes. There is an element of peril, a necessity of change, and arc’ing and synchronicity exist for rescue. If they aren’t a reality, final jeopardy comes into play.
If they are a reality, final jeopardy may be in play.
(Sub-point one.one. It’s assumed you are a nine-monther, and that’s all a Saturnite would care about you if any were around - that you could be nummm’ber’ed, inside and out. For the sake of cover and the comfort of blending in, you should now forget that. Pretend, as I will, that you are a ten-monther listening to a Saturnite, maybe just a wanna-be Saturnite, which will save us the embarrassment of losing all your attainments on an all so final final-jeopardy question, or maybe vacate the premises already - and hold that idea for now if you don’t yet feel the urgency or call to vacate. If you do, didn’t I tell you not to take the laxative yet?
I didn’t?
Don’t.)
Fortunately, there is a second rescue source, a back-up to arc’ing and synchronicity - pyramiding and order. Pyramiding and order are the mimicked unto artistic reproduction of arc’ing and synchronicity, and they had better mimic well because that’s all you have after the fixed time element is broken, as it must be.
With a little discipline, all is relatively well.
With a lot of discipline, all is relatively better, but as Saturnites will tell you, enough is enough. All flight all the time is too much.
That may be sound, true advice, but don’t trust a Saturnite. You can trust them to be true, but true isn’t always good for you. You as a lone you. That’s the bitchin’ truth about true, you don’t always want to know once you do.
Good news good news good news, there is potentially potential for a third rescue source from peril - Saturnites.
Isn’t that just peachy.
Saturnites, as in the former inhabitants of SATURN, even if not people, before place hatched open and sanctuary of egg destroyed.
One might say grid was destroyed even as eggness remained. In point of fact, I will. Or let’s say I did.
And Saturnites, a well-ordered not-people, arc’ed away in pursuit of new grid, chasing the call of the wild. More or less. Let’s say SATURN’ixm arc’ed away from demolished grid, but not chasing anything. It may be that SATURN’ixm is the structural integrity element of grid. An invisible infinite.
More or less. The word and reality of grid was one thing to ten-monthers and not a thing at all to Saturnites. A whole different science was in play, which again, was a word and reality that was one thing to ten-monthers and nothing to Saturnites.
Again with more or less. Saturnites thought of SATURN’ixm as spontaneous imagination, and further that SATURN'ixm was the fuel that Saturnites generated from, if the correct additives could be found, starting with grid.
Is that clear? If you hadn’t picked up on it, that ‘the’ word was a coming into being thing for Saturnites but not for SATURN’ixm.
Hmm, that may have made things worse.
Consider that everyone similar to a ten-monther has a similar science. A nine-monther has a similar word science. Anything not similar has a different science. Yes, similar has point of view-ability and applied judgment. Similar may not in absolute fact be similar. Nonetheless, anything not similar and out of sight and out of the ball park might be SATURN’ixm. Anything, but not everything.
It was little more than the reflection of some of the on-going scenery as it were.
A reflection of going without similarity. A reflection of go-ists.
A reflection of ghosts.
Before the fact.
Senseless, right?
(Sub-point one.two, and a little less fictional. These points were written after the fact to support what is. They do not necessarily synchronize one to one with what is because they can’t, but neither do the story inhabitants synchronize with the at large belief systems. If you persevere, some day you will understand, not that that’s necessarily always a good thing.)
(Sub-sub-point one.one.one and vacating the premises. For ten-monthers those premises were the after-life. The after-life as in the left-behind continuity of others, not your own after-life as a one on one ten-monther. Your own is an unknown. You, again, as pretending to be a ten-monther, or actually was been, truth be told, badly told, but told. All that is known with much certainty was who passed off their after-life attainments to you, or at least gave and potentially taught you attain-ability.
Along with attainments, they passed off coming and going, along with imminent implosion and messy remains sprung from the weight of scarring caused by too much disorder coming and going.
After-life is a squishy element made up of misnamed, not-infinity-bending words such as space and time. The Saturnites saw it as stew, as in the at large ten-monther’s after-life, which a you as a Saturnite might harvest as your very own one on one, and on and on, after-life. Harvest, not use as your own. Yuck.
To wit, go go go.
OH, yes, they were go-ists all right.
(Sub-point one.three. Ideally a story should tell itself without too much narration necessary. Maybe not always ideally. This first zone clip, which we haven’t even gotten to yet, is very narrated, with the hope it will kick-start the story to help you get the idea that where the story is coming from is where you’re going to, and you won’t know what’s happening until you get there. That’s how truth works. I’ll explain later. I admit I’m bad at this. Steering words through after-life glop is toil’ous to master. Words like toil’ous are Saturnite words, and, like Saturnites, will be going. There’s a little transition to endure first. I think you will find when we get there, that the plot is pretty straight-forward, run of the mill life and death.
Maybe we’ll have someone run through a mill and ground to glop. Would you like that? Let me know who, I’m all ears.)
Arc’ing, pyramids, synchronicity, and order, and egging, and and and . . . immaturity.
Immaturity is the path to maturity, and the path is always there, an infinite, taking passage perhaps first through an infant. Spring exposes, releases and champions immaturity, while fall puts it to rest, puts it to sleep, or puts it down. You don’t really want to lose it, you may want and need to exercise it, but you need to watch out for it, in more manners than you might possibly be able to account for. Immaturity is THE great flaw. The work-around to get around on the path to maturity. Work it out or else.
Then work it out again.
Two, yes, we’re only at two. This is like a long count in football. Hike! Hike? WTD does that mean? There are three routes to great grid - invading, colonizing and arc’ing. Conquering and the tourist industry are two other big routes, but those last two in’void the greatness of grid through barbar’ixm.
Invasion incorporates the extension of a going grid. Colonization is creating a new independent grid. Colonization may start out as invasion, but time will tell what it really was. With both invasion and colonization there is a grid to return to. Arc’ing is flight without grid in sight, in front or behind. No egg to protect you.
No egg shell with structural integrity intact, along with no egg to protect you.
Nor any nest to call home.
Bitchin’ City.
Bitchin’nation.
Rest assured or not, when the Saturnites got started with wording they were not attempting a biblical vocabulary list.
Invasion, colonization, more or less, and either can be more or less hostile or benign.
> Extended arc’ing taught the Saturnites benign’nity. Unless you are expert, do not try pronouncing that word. Unless you are expert, yes, that is what I said. Yes, I also said barbar’ixm. That said, there are many Saturnite words you should not try pronouncing. Saturnites were a queer sort of egg, queer in that they had a whole slew of words, both easy to pronounce and otherwise, that they couldn’t begin to pronounce. Not until they adapted specialized tongued-mouths for speech, which occurred during the adaptation zone between SATURN’ixm and Saturnite.
Arc’ing also taught them adaptive intelligence. Adaptive intelligence does not have to be taught to be learned, but it can be. It can be enhanced, you might say, and perhaps most efficiently through narration. “Say mama. Say mama. Say mama. Damn you to hell, say mama.”
Say uncle all you like, I will not be stopped.
Counter to adaptive intelligence is generic intelligence. Once tongued, the Saturnites referred to generic intelligence as the Narrator, and adaptive intelligence as was taught smartly was considered to be editing of the Narration.
Adaptive intelligence smartly taught left generic intelligence intact and potentially enhanced. Adaptive intelligence smartly taught was the Saturnite big to-do.
(Sub-point 2.1, under petition to be a full point. Items happen in ones. Things happen in two’s. Else’s happen in three’s. Others happen in five’s. Apostrophe’s happen haphazardly. Infinite’s happen in OH’s, with the H bridge to help protect you from falling in. An H bridge is a must for any designer with any maturity.
This sub-point is a situation where the numbers passing through their word names may make clearer sense than the infinite’s, which isn’t necessarily saying much.
A little about items. Items are right as is. Items are not true as is because of mis-timing of as is. As is, as words, come after the fact. They fictionalize what was, even as is.
Using two words to describe any item as is wrongs what is. Of course you may want to wrong what is, as it may have it coming. Does describing mountains as Vortex Mountains wrong mountains? Only if you, out of immaturity, valid immaturity as a given, assume all mountains are Vortex Mountains. Those would be the Vortex Mountains.
In other words, any item prefaced with an adjective is wronged by the adjective as the adjective fictionalizes it further, and who wants to be fictionalized? Maybe people who want to do you wrong?)
Three, and so easy, bringing us and them to the EARTHverse. Yes, us is iffy. So’s them. I try to be selective with words but sometimes you just have to go with the flow.
Or go with the go.
Let’s say bringing us and them up to date, not to the EARTHverse, skipping the years involved growing those tongued-mouths and otherwise adapting, living hand to mouth, near mouth and no mouth, even if not in that order, hiding in the Vortex Mountains.
The Vortex Mountains?
Say where? you ask.
The Vortex Mountains as on EARTHverse 444, per the count of EARTHearth.
WTD?
EARTHearth, once a place of SATURN class egg-ness . . . and similar but not the same . . . was ready when it hatched, with inhabitable EARTHverse at hand.
That’s what you call planning.
A nest as it were, made of nests to be and room for more.
It’s not a visual situation, so don’t try. You can’t see to-be . . . not yet, factoring in constant not yet on the infinity timing scale. You can just maybe see the where, the wanna-be where, of to-be.
Did that sound like a warning?
Or do me wrong if you must or can. Me, I, you, us, them, they, he, she. What they are is identifiers. Do they really work?
Are you a not yet?
I don’t care. I don’t want to know.
It’s totally a worded situation, or wiiir-D’ed, as the Saturnites would say, as the Saturnites would say what they think, as wiiir-D’ed sounds exactly like worded. Go ahead and say it aloud, you won’t sprain a tooth unless maybe you’re a debater in a presidential debate. Yes, that may be out of place, but hardly out of order. Could I be any more pleasant?
In other wiiir-D’s, you are now only so up to date, as you most assuredly are not on EARTHverse 444, which was dominated by ten-monthers. Per my count you are on EARTHverse 666, and a nine-monther, which is a bit troubling as the original order did not call for thousands of EARTHverses.
AH! Ask a mature’er Saturnite than me and they would tell you the original order did call for thousands of EARTHverses, as ordered by the Narrator no less, and Saturnites had been arc’ed to EARTHverse 444 to complete the job started by the EARTH’eners of Verse 444.
Telling you more right now would be telling it too fast, and most likely you only have two ears. But for those who just can’t wait, yes, the Saturnites were arc’ed to every EARTHverse in potential form as SATURN’ixm. An EARTH’ener might call SATURN’ixm pre-mind mind-waves.
Ghostly might without ghosts.
Saturnites did not always make it and thus didn’t always or even regularly take place. Sometimes they totally missed. Which adds up to sometimes coming up short and sometimes passing it by. Coming up short left it up to SATURN’ixm to get the job done. Fortunately, passing it by meant another try for Saturnites to take place with SATURN’ixm as their guide, the Narrator, if and once place was established for tales and tells.
As for me, I am not really narrating nor a Narrator. I just play one on paper, maybe sometimes echo’ing the Narrator as I edit this numbered, punctuation’al hell zone.
I didn’t really just call it that, did I?”
The Saturnites had a philosophy about the Narrator they referred to as the philosophy of entertainment. POE.
Sorry, this is point four.
Four’s, as if anyone cares.
The philosophy was a constant with Saturnites, wherever they generated, commencing with the Narrator advertising by Wiiir-D.
One Wiiir-D.
“BOO!”
The fancy shenanigan’s surrounding that last BOO are optional, and pricey.
BOO wasn’t supposed to scare Saturnites to attention, nor scare them away, but it did instill the double OH connection with the near-infinite, near-symbol of infinity, OO. All that was missing was a near-nudge from the left or right to bring the OH’s together.
The only hope for infinity is that it is only a near-idea, one that can’t come into being enough to go out of being. If infinity indeed couldn’t be spent, the next best scratching posts were infinites, synchronizing-infinites working backwards, which is taking us nowhere at the moment.
Again, I am being pleasant. You just don’t know it, even as I tell you.
Looking back at that tongued-mouth situation, and the growth of voice, Saturnites mimicked the local language to adapt, and not just the language, but also the whole communication system of the EARTHverse, which was much more sophisticated than EARTH’eners were willing to acknowledge, who were really themselves little more than ‘uh’ people, where-in Saturnites as assimilated were ‘OH’ people.
Assimilated as in assimilated with EARTH’eners as fused with SATURN’ixm. The stumbling block was a synchronicity at play that EARTH’eners literally ran from, grasping commercialized spirituality as a steering wheel, being pulled into corporations that wanted to assimilate them into corporate families of love based on the loving to buy from them and into every last lie they could peddle. Get on their e-mailing list. Think of buying from them everyday. Who else are you going to shop from everyday? They don’t love you like we do. They who? The four’s, number’skull.
Obviously only an utter spi’zazz is going to buy from someone everyday, but it doesn’t hurt to just consider the possibility. That’s being mature and prudent in case your lover needs another buck to get by, and that is a constant.
Some grasped the wheel of commercialized spirituality. Too many, and the too many number-count always starts at one. It’s just a you that makes any difference. Or doesn’t. Go on
already and add a tat to a too many too, as a tattoo is like a cartoon oath of sameness along with a religious blood vow of infinite conformity with and to tatta’zoids, all musin’ on adding that suave bearded-yokel aspect to the stew mix.
Too many, depending on your point of view. To some it was the more the merrier. If you want to strip a planet to grid as fast as possible, people it. Is it you are just a piece of the scenery, or, dammit, are you are an integral piece of scenery? If the crush of immaturity has eliminated your quest to hold your piece, eliminating a piece of Verse on the way to grid, well, what the heck, you may already be backing a winner.
As the EARTH’eners fled, and the Saturnites filled in the spaces left behind with their machinery of scenery, their work got on track, which they realized was as hard-wired as that of birds that fly back and forth, north and south, over and over, keeping flight in play showing the way to the next big thing, as opposed to the big last thing, the corrosive that would reduce Verse 444 to pure grid.
Terminal immaturity and it’s legion of champions.
A good time for some mathing maturity. Two wrongs do not make a right, they say. Two negatives do not add up to a positive, they also say. They also say a negative times a negative makes a positive. To sum up, maturity is a sign of the times, or it is not.
On the other hand, now math says, in a trycky backwards way via imaginary numbers, albeit kind of neat, that a negative times a positive can make a positive, and no way are you going to see what’s coming next.
Do you really even need math to imagine imaginary numbers? Everything is an image, or vision, or image of a vision, and vision belongs to the image apart from when you let an image’s vision in through those two image holes in your head. In conclusion, all visions are imagined, true or not. And here’s a tease - the contrary of true is not false, true’s contrary is time, but time isn’t necessarily true. So that works as far as that goes.
As far as flying goes, the Saturnites had not flown to EARTHverse 444.
They arc’ed, which for them was little more than a drop once SATURN’ixm had a place for them to pool. To pool out of. To not pool in. Etc?
As far as for the EARTH’eners fleeing, another flight not involving flying, necessarily, even as it played into the hands that Saturnites had adapted much as they adapted tongued-mouths, they had no issue with them staying. Even as the corrosion provided them with a clean slate to work with, the Verse itself comfortably cushioned the grid.
In other words, the Saturnites were not a threat to EARTH’eners, not as much as EARTH’eners were, unless it were that there was a third party in play that would bring war to the Saturnites and put EARTH’eners in the way.
Again, the risk of too much information too soon, and some may be repeated too soon. So get set . . . the story begins . . . on the mark . . . of the echo . . . of the Narrator.
HELL-
OH >>> O
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