Good posts by Kahn N Singh
The bestselling author of Arhitectura Mintii, winner of the prestigious Porumbel Rahat Premiu (PRP), is busy correcting galley proofs to his follow up Implozie Mintii, wherein the author amplifies the arguments in Arhitectura by demonstrating a numerical identity between supposed first-person privilege to "mind" and cheap, public access to Tbombz' internal states. It is a forceful analogy by property: the mind is like Tbombz' voracious, diseased ass, and is always empty because its internal scaffolding implodes just as soon as it constructs, which the author himself demonstrates with virtuosity and aplomb.
Harley, you're like Dante's Ulysses (as opposed to Homer's Odysseus) in Canto 26 of Inferno, wanting to go on another journey - not feeling at-home in comfort, but itching to sail beyond the Pillars of Hercules - to break the boundaries of the known world. It's restless "curiositas" (as described by Hans Blumenberg). Don't worry about limited time: "Tho' much is taken, much abides" (Tennyson, of course). You'll be fine, just avoid the shipwreck.
Gentlemen, you're spinning your wheels. First, it is accepted that the Love of Christ should recognize no bounds. Even Judas, vilified for centuries, loved Christ so much that he alone among the disciples took on the burden of necessary betrayal. So, the issue at hand naturally leads us to an attempted resolution of the seemingly impossible and most unpleasant. I'm speaking, of course, of the Assbunny Paradox, which is formally presented as a Y/N interrogative. Quaestio: Will Tbombz assfuck for Christ? If the answer is 'No,' his love is not genuine because it recognizes limits (a violation of Matthew 22:37); if the answer is 'Yes,' his love for Christ is not genuine because it violates His laws (Romans 1:26). Neither Godel nor Tarski nor Von Neumann nor Ricky Martin could resolve this perplexing conundrum. Poor pAsstor Tbombz.
Instead, you have to be chosen by the society's alchemical magus, Grandmaster Tbombz Trismegistis, S.T.D., who can, among other wondrous feats, instantly transmute any common object into a gold, vibrating butt-plug, which you will have to insert into your sanctum sanctorum before the Sacred Altar of Baphomet. You prove your right to belong, i.e., of possessing Virtus and enlightenment, by not allowing it to slip out during your many trying and terrible tests of worthiness with its Great Red-Robed Priestess (and Grand High Exulted Mystic Ruler of the Royal Order of Raccoons), Madame Goodrum, CSN, MFT.
