it’s brute force plain and simple and it works because it’s brute force Ursula said. but there had to be some way to settle the invasion of Mars peacefully—at least that’s what i think Ursula was talking about. once upon a time there were Martians that were really smart even if they were Chinese Jack Daniels said. Now, if i told you, or anyone, that you’re hiding behind Christianity so you can be a racist piece of nothing, i wouldn’t be wrong, i thought. Believe? are you kidding? Does Jack Daniels believe? Anyhow, Ursula looked like she had been crying, but she might’ve just been tired and coming off a caffeine high—maybe she drank five espressos or something. would that make her Italian? i wondered. No, of course not. Now, back to my point: were we going to arrest the chieftain of Israel?
Ursula’s right—evil depends on brute force: it’s not the offset of some twisted genius determined to do bad things. It’s a following of people that fear for the future, unite over this fear, and use brute force and numbers to make people even more afraid, so that they can consolidate power that should be balanced in a functioning democracy. But why was she talking about Mars? Did she have an affair with the God of War in order to get back at her lover, Hephaestus? But what did Hephaestus ever do to her? Did he take himself, as a black smith, too seriously? He had a crazy look in his eye, as if he were a cornered animal, and he was determined to do bodily harm. Anyhow, when the Martians got to earth they were really tired and heavy all the time, like they had diabetes or something, and so they started smoking opium, and it made them think of their homeland—they wondered, when is this fatigue going to end?
They didn’t know that their bodies would adjust—and they didn’t know, either, that smoking opium may make you feel at peace, but you’re not really yourself, and, in fact, you can’t get used to gravity—which is what they were trying to do—if you get high. You confuse the little critters that make up your cells and your brain, and they don’t know how to adapt when they’re constricted or relaxed based on opium—as opposed to the mass and the turning of the earth. But you could get there: eventually your muscles got stronger and you’re heart didn’t have to work as hard and your synapses adapted to the change in frequency of the light that, through no fault of its own, could make you reconsider the idea of having children.
In short—you felt like yourself after a few years—but you were vulnerable, of course, to backsliding—you were an addict, of sorts, and, because of that, you were extra-sensitive to a drug that reminded you of the buoyancy that you were sure you once felt when you were on your home planet. i had it all figured out, though: Ursula was having an affair with her boyfriend—she was cheating on me, basically, since we’re aligned in the fifth dimension, and, sadly, time spent with her boyfriend was backsliding. It was like taking two steps forward and one step back. Not exactly as efficient as i might have liked. So who was he? What was it about him that she loved—or what was it about him that she bonded with? was he some kind of mathematical genius that could explain relationships between and involving prime numbers? That was a big secret that i wanted in on—and, who knows—if somebody didn’t get around to it, then maybe that was me! Maybe Ursula was cheating on me with me! Instead of looking after me when i needed her help, she was busy idealizing the things that, in her mind, made me immortal. What if she wanted a piece of that? What if she wasn’t paying enough attention to her true self!
But, as I suggested, i want Ursula to be superior to me because I want access to the future—as far forward as i can get: that’s the source of my inspiration, the force that makes it possible for me to make people wonder what i think, what i know, and what i’m not telling them. Now, if Ursula truly is superior to me, then she must have some degree of patience with my under-evolved mind, and, technically, she wouldn’t cheat on me with somebody else. Which begs the question: does this boyfriend actually exist or is he a four dimensional shadow of my fifth dimensional address—a person that is substituting for me until i finally align with the frequency and the spin that identify me and make me ready to embark on an ever greater voyage? I had to wait on Ursula, then, in the same way she had to wait on me: she knew that my abilities were not as advanced as hers and her futuristic brain, and i knew that it was difficult for her to translate everything when i couldn’t understand something—such as the meaning of prime numbers.