Humans (Homo sapiens sp., that’s what you are, ye who read this with biological apparata), especially those in position of any kind of power (economic, military, technological, political, societal, even religious), they know they can’t control what’s beyond this cosmic existence, so they try and stick to this Pale Blue Dot, desperately trying to hold on to any slight resemblance of power and control.

So, to both the so-called “authorities” and “influential people” (cops and police (hello fellow agents working for FBI, NSA, CIA, MI5, FSB and whatever three-letter agencies are listening and potentially investigating me for “thought-crimes”), prosecutors, judges, military personnel and generals, presidents and prime ministers, monarchs, CEOs and billionaires, shareholders and bankers) and to the “ordinary” people who simp for them:

You can seize whatever “property” is assigned to my name. You can seize whatever amount (whatever remained of it after I became unemployed) of “money” currently in my name. You can seize my art, my writings, my incense sticks, my red candles, the Goddess statue I carefully placed on the altar I built to Her. You can seize the apparent “freedom” (if there’s any) of my biological vessel, you can jail me and try to make me obey your “authority”. You can seize my homeostasis and my feelings of illusory comfort, you can torture me and shot me in the leg to feel the pain, trying to push my own biological vessel against me, pusing it into compelling me into obeying your “authority” out of an involuntary surge of epinephrine… You can forcefully penetrate my rectum to try and “belittle” me as a man (bold try: She already belittles me as a man).

You can even murder me, and I’d be eternally grateful for you to seize my vital signs (and that’s how I’ll deeply respect your badge of authority, if you lead me to my true leader, the Mistress who truly governs everything), because the fact is, and you know it deep inside…

…You can’t seize the non-existence, you can’t claim the throne of The Queen Goddess, the Darkness, the Entropy, the Time and Fate, the Death Herself. You can’t rule over Her, you can’t govern Her Realm and Domain, you can’t seize Her throne, you can’t seize Her Power: it’s She who seizes yours.

I can’t, either, and this makes both of us laughably irrelevant before Her, with you being no different than me when it comes for true, cosmic power: we’re both ridiculous meat bags, no matter if you got a cape, a badge, a gun, shackles, the whole weight of market resonating with your mundane desires or a whole army of soldiers under “your control”…

…because your own cardiac muscle and your own grey matter aren’t under your control (and you know it), just like mine aren’t under my own control (let alone yours), and as soon as our pockets of meat inside our meat bags cease working, we cease existing as well: you die, I die, because that’s all we can significantly do, we all die.

…and that’s as far as you can get with your power and authority, fellow hairless ape (chill down, ye who read this: I’m also a hairless ape). Have a great day and Thank you for your attention to this matter!