Xanthoparmelia sublaevis
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Blessed are the Poor in Spirit
Stop. No. Don’t humanize them.
These are the beings you have lived in fear of all your life.
But worse.
This is the hatred you have been sliced and grated on all your life.
But deeper.
Monsters, monsterous. Ignorant. Apathetic. Blind.
They don’t know they don’t know they don’t know of what you’ve seen. Nor do they want to. Nor would they believe you.
And when they spew their vile hatred no longer are they met with disdain.
They are cheered on.
Power hungry. Hungry for your blind obedience. Your hands. Your toil. Your silence.
So much silence and so much distance like you are an insect trapped beneath glass walls.
But they are hungry for more than obedience now. They are hungry for your admiration. For your adoration.
You have lived your life in literal starvation and in omnipresent fear. Why stop now? Now that the danger goes deeper, deeper, longer, greater than you could ever imagine?
You don’t mind for your own sake. You know you deserve nothing more than to die choking.
You mind for all the poor people. The parents torn from their children. The children torn from their parents. The workers who will not see power ever.
Power. You don’t have the power to feed your people. You don’t have the power to give them water. You don’t have the power to protect the children. You will live your whole life without power.
But you know that the prophecies are on your side. The last shall be first. The first shall be last. The hungry will feast. The well-fed will starve. The sick will be healed, the healthy will grow ill. The powerless will have power. The thirsty will have clean, pure water.
Glory to the newborn King.
Above image is a pride flag with every color band represented by a NASA image. White is Earth clouds, pink is aurora, blue is the Sun in a specific wavelength, brown is Jupiter clouds, black is the Hubble deep field, red is the top of sprites, orange is a Mars crater, yellow is the surface of Io, green is a lake with algae, blue is Neptune, and purple is the Crab Nebula in a specific wavelength.
My 8yo nephew challenged me to an online chess game. Barely into the game and he sneaks in to wipe out my base pawn in my king's rook fortress and he even got to keep the knight.
He's white. I'm black.
I want to encourage the streamers who are putting in the work playing and reviewing half-assed terrible games for half-assed terrible video game companies. I know you hate those games you have to hype up and pretend to be scared by stupid jump scares. I know you have to write your own dialogue because there is nothing interesting or fun or cool about most of those awful "games". And you are probably doing it just to put food on the table or get your channel started.
But here's the thing. Your audience doesn't care. Your audience is children. And they just like to watch you have fun and to live vicariously through you. You are the cool people they look up to and the entertainers who make them laugh.
My kiddo is chronically ill and basically bed ridden. She watches so many of those videos and laughs and smiles along with you. Those videos make up a huge portion of the life she lives through her phone much of the day. And significantly contribute to her quality of life.
That's right. Your minor channel makes her life better and all your viewers' lives better. It might not cure cancer. It might not feel like success. It might have felt like shit work at the time. But you are creating something that brightens a lot of kids days, and that is not worthless in this world we share.
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