involuntary memory v

Well well, this rectitude of a reality is begging for a reboot, craving a caress of cacophony to stymie its self-indulgent stagnancy. Now, this stagnancy, ironically, is nothing but the utter lack of spiritual self-compliance and as such, judgement against it is bequeathed in real time and the charge brought up against a reality pregnant with careless conformity is immediate. The measure of spirit is the unity which it presents for itself, in itself, sort of like a baker kneading his dough and folding it back upon itself. As such, the dough provides eo ipso its own court of law, and even under oath the baker would be hard pressed to justify kneading and folding in mid-air. Conversely the loaf will never become and the dough always remain, if not for his hands' divine retribution. 'You are become life, the creator of worlds'. As to the verdict on the fanciful feud with flour, both 'hand and glove' admits culpability in lieu of each other. Thus justice consists equally in an internalization of the external and an externalization of the internal: as seen from the dough, justice is served in the kneading and seen from the kneading of the baker, justice is served with the dough itself. And therefore absolution consists in reality being in communion with itself, instigated with the breath of life. Heck, even going on the lash possess its own immanent rhythm granted by the contingent Bacchanalian revel and resulting necessary rearrangement of brick and mortar. According to Corinthians 15:39-45: "The first man Adam became a living being; the last Adam became a life-giving spirit." and we, Lilim, are the absolute progeny of this instrumental interplay and the Lance of Longinus our manifest sacrament. Destiny is two-pronged in execution and infinite in institution, but in our hand it becomes Eucharist.