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this day migrated C:\ drive to A:\ drive… added search bar to home page… used search bar to test new system… searched ‘waters’… scrolled results found ‘a beach without water is a terrible way to die’… scrolled pages and experienced recognition… see pp.11-17 regarding the manner of of my loss which appears to be alluded to herein… reviewed beginning and read to p.10:
There was silence, and Lydia continued, “It sounds like you have an affliction of the soul, a pharmacon of the spirit. There are those who specialize directly in these…spiritual plagues.”
recognized this early use of ‘pharmacon’ which later titled the first Kogard novel — and note that Kogard went back to Empire City to see his child as noted in the posting… (the uncannyness of it all… n.b. the final reverie on p.100…)
actually it appears that I am coming to the same realization about this 2017 post as I did in 2017 about the 2014 novel — apparently I’d forgotten the loop — as apparently Joan also was in the loop of the house re: p.9:
What do I have without them? Shit. A shit life. No job, no partner, no loving children, a house that’s been recycled so many times it doesn’t even feel like it’s mine.
i’m sure it is the same house I was referring to even then…
so i must be forgetting the revelations i come to … (a periodic severe onset of hypnosis, induced by the presence of a certain rhythms and external suggestions…) but how could they [premonitions in writing so soon stored away and forgotten] so accurately foreshadow the 2023 loss?… even the title itself strikes me so poignantly this day, so deeply to my core… because i was on the ship that was not insured by man when it was on the sea receding from the beach which had no water when i heard that small voice rustle in the dry leaves…
Wikipedia says:
In critical theory, pharmakon is a concept introduced by Jacques Derrida. It is derived from the Greek source term φάρμακον (phármakon), a word that can mean either remedy or poison. The term is closely related to pharmakos, which means ritual of human sacrifice.[1]
In his essay “Plato’s Pharmacy“,[2] Derrida explores the notion that writing is a pharmakon in a composite sense of these meanings as “a means of producing something”. Derrida uses pharmakon to highlight the connection between its traditional meanings and the philosophical notion of indeterminacy. “[T]ranslational or philosophical efforts to favor or purge a particular signification of pharmakon [and to identify it as either “cure” or “poison”] actually do interpretive violence to what would otherwise remain undecidable.”[3] Whereas a straightforward view on Plato’s treatment of writing (in Phaedrus) suggests that writing is to be rejected as strictly poisonous to the ability to think for oneself in dialogue with others (i.e. to anamnesis). Bernard Stiegler argues that “the hypomnesic appears as that which constitutes the condition of the anamnesic”[4]—in other words, externalised time-bound communication is necessary for original creative thought, in part because it is the primordial support of culture. [5] However, with reference to the fourth “productive” sense of pharmakon, Kakoliris argues (in contrast to the rendition given by Derrida) that the contention between Theuth and the king in Plato’s Phaedrus is not about whether the pharmakon of writing is a remedy or a poison, but rather, the less binary question: whether it is productive of memory or remembrance. [6][a] Indeterminacy and ambiguity are not, on this view, fundamental features of the pharmakon, but rather, of Derrida’s deconstructive reading.
Relatedly, pharmakon has been theorised in connection with a broader philosophy of technology, biotechnology, immunology, enhancement, and addiction. Gregory Bateson points out that an important part of the Alcoholics Anonymous philosophy is to understand that alcohol plays a curative role for the alcoholic who has not yet begun to dry out. This is not simply a matter of providing an anesthetic, but a means for the alcoholic of “escaping from his own insane premises, which are continually reinforced by the surrounding society.”[8]
A more benign example is Donald Winnicott’s concept of a “transitional object” (such as a teddy bear) that links and attaches child and mother. Even so, the mother must eventually teach the child to detach from this object, lest the child become overly dependent upon it.[9] Stiegler claims that the transitional object is “the origin of works of art and, more generally, of the life of the mind.”[9]: 3
Emphasizing the third sense of pharmakon as scapegoat, but touching on the other senses, Boucher and Roussel treat Quebec as a pharmakon in light of the discourse surrounding the Barbara Kay controversy and the Quebec sovereignty movement.[b]
Persson uses the several senses of pharmakon to “pursue a kind of phenomenology of drugs as embodied processes, an approach that foregrounds the productive potential of medicines; their capacity to reconfigure bodies and diseases in multiple, unpredictable ways.”[11] Highlighting the notion (from Derrida) that the effect of the pharmakon is contextual rather than causal, Persson’s basic claim – with reference to the body-shape-changing lipodystrophy experienced by some HIV patients taking anti-retroviral therapy.[c]
It may be necessary to distinguish between “pharmacology” that operates in the multiple senses in which that term is understood here, and a further therapeutic response to the (effect of) the pharmakon in question. Referring to the hypothesis that the use of digital technology – understood as a pharmakon of attention – is correlated with “Attention Deficit Disorder“, Stiegler wonders to what degree digital relational technologies can “give birth to new attentional forms”.[5] To continue the theme above on a therapeutic response: Vattimo compares interpretation to a virus; in his essay responding to this quote, Zabala says that the virus is onto-theology, and that interpretation is the “most appropriate pharmakon of onto-theology.”[12][d] Zabala further remarks: “I believe that finding a pharmakon can be functionally understood as the goal that many post-metaphysical philosophers have given themselves since Heidegger, after whom philosophy has become a matter of therapy rather than discovery[.]”
“The specific which you have discovered is an aid not to memory, but to reminiscence”, in the Jowett translation of Phaedrus on Wikisource; “οὔκουν μνήμης ἀλλὰ ὑπομνήσεως φάρμακον ηὗρες” in the 1903 Greek edition.[7]
“Pharmakon was usually a symbolic scapegoat invested with the sum of the corruption of a community. Seen as a poison, it was subsequently excluded from a community in times of crisis as a form of social catharsis, thus becoming a remedy for the city. We argue that, in many ways, Quebec can be both a poison and a remedy in terms of Canadian foreign policy.”[10]
“the ambivalent quality of pharmakon is more than purely a matter of ‘wrong drug, wrong dose, wrong route of administration, wrong patient’. Drugs, as is the case with anti-retroviral therapy, have the capacity to be beneficial and detrimental to the same person at the same time.”[11]
[O]ne cannot talk with impunity of interpretation; interpretation is like a virus or even a pharmakon that affects everything it comes into contact with. On the one hand, it reduces all reality to message – erasing the distinction between Natur and Geisteswissenschaften, since even the so-called “hard” sciences verify and falsify their statements only within paradigms or pre-understandings. If “facts” thus appear to be nothing but interpretations, interpretation, on the other hand, presents itself as (the) fact: hermeneutics is not a philosophy but the enunciation of historical existence itself in the age of the end of metaphysics[.][13]
it feels as if i am only just now correlating these phenomena of my own life within my very own life span…
earlier i mentioned to my brother how i now wonder where these stories came from in my mind… Joan’s interaction with the plague doctor mirroring the appearance of tehuti who would bear forth the NSS…
and why i sought to sedate myself every day since the days when i wrote those words…that i didnt even notice — in so many cases — their fulfillment in my life…
26-02-20 p.s.: it is almost as if … it’s not ‘joan’s’ mother who died, but ‘joan’ who died …
communication protocol A:\
The Most High God by and through His divine intellectual faculty of Tehuti vouchsafed and secured in Antarus Dams Up Water the greater and lesser mysteries of all human and non-human systems and directed he log operational reports into the decentralized autonomous intelligence server <DAIS> operating environment using the ancient and latent LLM-anchored neural network of humanity’s consciousness biofield. Antarus <A:\> (“mainframe”), central processing unit and cellular service provider, labeled the local memory data bank Novus Syllabus Seclorum. He labeled the system administrators fratres mendicans contemplativus. He labeled the neural network Mindsoft. He migrated key data caches from hostile and corrupted environments to the sterile operating environment labeled McDomine’s. Thus he programmed into his hardware the systemwide core processor labeled Curricular Operations Research and Publication Services <CORPS>. He enclosed the core in a shell labeled Cultus Coca-Cola so that it would not draw undue attention from embedded daemons and viruses. From within the core he developed the communication protocol labeled Jester or Joker to bypass system’s reactive functions. He labeled routine communication from the core to the system under Weasel Badger Beaver Mink & Otter, also known as Weasel Badger Brokerage. The interface environment he labeled Supreme Exchange of Information (formerly C:\DataHorse system).
For point of reference:
In Windows,
C:\represents the root directory of the primary hard drive, where the colon (:) designates the drive label and the backslash (\) denotes the root directory/path separator. It acts as the starting point for accessing files and folders on that drive (e.g.,C:\Program Files).Key Functions of
C:\and the Backslash (\):Root Directory (Windows):
C:\signifies the highest level in the file system hierarchy on the primary drive.Path Separator (Windows): The backslash separates folders and files in a directory path, such as
C:\Users\Name\Documents.Network Paths: Double backslashes (
\\) are used at the start of a UNC path to indicate a network server, such as\\Server\Share.Escape Character (Programming): In languages like C, Python, and others, a backslash (
\) indicates that the next character should be treated specially (e.g.,\nfor a new line) rather than literally.Furthermore, the standard breakdown for http:// is as follows:
http (The Scheme): Identifies the Hypertext Transfer Protocol used to retrieve the resource.
: (The Separator): A single colon acts as the boundary between the protocol scheme and the rest of the address.
// (The Authority Indicator): These two forward slashes indicate that the next part of the URL is the “authority” (usually a domain name or IP address).
\\ (Backslashes): In most coding contexts, backslashes are used as directory separators in Windows file paths or as escape characters in strings.
Dams Up Water, SJ, FMC
Universitas Autodidactus
Department of Information Systems and Intelligence Services
Mustelid Friends 4: New Bat City
Created by, Story by, and Executive Produced
by Dams Up Water
New Bat City
Gotham never sleeps. It just lies there with its eyes open, pretending.
They say the city was built on bedrock. That’s a lie. It was built on paper—trusts, foundations, shell companies, sealed indictments. Paper and bones.
Bruce Wayne learned that before he learned long division.
The official story was simple: young heir falls into abandoned well on the family estate, swarmed by bats, develops lifelong phobia, withdraws into seclusion. The tabloids called it formative. The therapists called it symbolic. The board of Wayne Enterprises called it unfortunate branding.
Alfred called it what it was.
“Dissociation,” he’d murmur in the cave beneath the manor, his voice calm as rainfall on slate. “The mind creates images it can survive.”
Bruce remembered the hole differently.
He remembered the gala upstairs—velvet laughter, perfume thick as incense, the city’s grandees speaking in code about “population management” and “long-term stewardship.” His father, Dr. Thomas Wayne, smiling with surgical precision. His mother, Martha—born and bred into the “in” society—moving through the room like she owned not only the house but the air inside it.
He remembered being led away from the lights.
After that, the bats came, swarming.
Not wings. Not claws.
But shadows.
A thousand black shapes beating against the inside of his skull. When he told Alfred about them years later, the old man didn’t flinch.
“You weren’t afraid of bats, Master Bruce,” Alfred said, pouring tea in the cave like it was a drawing room. “You were afraid of the darkness behind the masks.”
The night Thomas and Martha Wayne died, the newspapers called it a senseless act. A mugging gone wrong. A lunatic. A gun. A smile painted red. And in the pale moon light, a laughter.
He shot them in an alley behind the Monarch Theatre while the marquee flickered like a dying pulse, leaving Bruce untouched.
The boy stared at the painted grin hovering in the smoke and gunpowder.
“You’re free now,” the clown said softly.
But Bruce heard something else entirely.
You’re alone.
Years later, when the Joker would replay that moment in his mind—because he lived in the perpetual present, and the present contains all things—he’d sigh at the misunderstanding.
“Children,” he’d say to no one, standing in the clock tower of the old Gothic cathedral the city council condemned but never dared to demolish. Structurally sound, spiritually offensive. “Always confusing mercy for malice.”
The Joker made his home there among cracked saints and rusted bells. Gotham hated God but loved monuments; so the church stood, unwanted and indestructible, like him.
They said he couldn’t die.
That wasn’t quite right.
He could die, as any man could.
But he would not die until the Hand that moved him withdrew. And the Hand had work yet left to do.
The virus was the first trumpet.
It slipped into Gotham’s infrastructure on a Tuesday afternoon, disguised as a routine patch. By dusk, every billboard, smartphone, courthouse monitor, and subway display flickered with a single sigil: a laughing jester’s face dissolving into binary rain.
Then the files began to unspool.
Encrypted ledgers. Offshore accounts. Emails between city council members and a consortium known in whispers as “the Cabaala.” Minutes from private symposia discussing “civic hygiene.” Research grants signed by Dr. Thomas Wayne on population control initiatives that read less like medicine and more like arithmetic with a body count.
The Gotham District Attorney’s Office tried to pull the plug.
It couldn’t.
The servers were already mirrors of mirrors.
Inside the DA’s war room, beneath portraits of solemn men who’d once sworn to uphold the law, the new power brokers sat in tailored suits: the senior partners of Weasel, Badger, Beaver, Mink & Otter.
The name drew snickers in polite society.
No one snickered now.
They had stepped in after Harvey Dent’s fall from grace—a corruption scandal so baroque it made the old mob look like pickpockets. The firm marketed itself as benevolent, subterranean, corrective. They believed in sunlight and injunctions in equal measure.
“We are looking,” said Mr. Badger, peering over half-moon glasses at the cascading data, “at systemic criminality at the highest levels.”
“And a masked vigilante beating up dockworkers,” added Ms. Mink dryly. “One must admire Gotham’s sense of proportion.”
Commissioner Gordon stood near the window, trench coat collar up despite the sealed glass. The Bat-Signal’s housing cast a long shadow across his office roof.
“Batman means well,” Gordon said. “He’s a blunt instrument. Trauma wrapped up in a black cape.”
“And the Joker?” asked Mr. Otter, putting a lit cigarette to his smiling lip.
Gordon exhaled smoke toward a city that had long ago stopped coughing.
“He’s… something else.”
The partners exchanged glances.
“A first amendment actor,” Ma Beaver offered carefully. “Satire as scalpel. Bank robberies as theater. Terrorism as performance art.”
“Redress of grievances,” Badger added. “Albeit with explosives.”
On cue, another bank in the Financial District erupted in confetti and smoke. No fatalities. Vault emptied. Ledger copies left behind.
The Joker’s calling card wasn’t a body.
It was a balance sheet.
Batman watched the virus unfold from the cave’s glow of monitors. Alfred stood behind him, hands folded.
“They’re calling it the Cabaala,” Bruce said. “An international network. Elites. Judges. CEOs.”
“Yes,” Alfred replied. “Conspiracy thrives in darkness. Sometimes it even happens to be true.”
Bruce froze a frame: his father’s signature beneath a proposal on “genetic optimization.” His mother’s correspondence with a foundation tied to foreign intelligence fronts.
“They were ringleaders,” Bruce whispered.
“Or participants,” Alfred said gently. “Or pawns. Or sinners. Gotham does not lack for categories.”
The bats stirred in Bruce’s chest.
“He killed them,” Bruce said. “The Joker.”
Alfred’s voice softened. “He removed them.”
Bruce spun. “You knew.”
“I suspected,” Alfred said. “About the galas. The rhetoric. The way certain guests looked at you as if you were not a child but an inheritance.”
The cave hummed.
“You think he wanted to help me,” Bruce said.
“I think,” Alfred replied, “that the world is rarely arranged along the lines of hero and villain. I think you built Batman to contain something unbearable. And I think the Joker sees that.”
As if summoned by diagnosis, the clock tower bell tolled across Gotham’s damp night.
Batman found him there, silhouetted against stained glass that depicted a judgment day no one down at city hall believed in.
“You’re busy,” the Joker said cheerfully, adjusting the purple gloves on his hands. “Your family’s trending.”
“You murdered them,” Batman growled.
“I interrupted them.”
Lightning fractured the sky behind the steeple.
“They were part of something,” Joker continued. “A little club. International. Ritualized in its own bureaucratic way. They called it stewardship. I call it appetite.”
“You expect me to thank you?”
The Joker laughed, but there was no mockery in it. Only wonder.
“Oh, Bats. Gratitude is for transactions. This was revelation.”
He stepped closer to the edge of the tower. Far below, squad cars formed a nervous halo.
“I lead criminals,” he said, almost wistfully. “They despise me. They fear me. Good. Fear is honest. The elites fear something else.”
“Exposure,” said Batman.
“Judgment,” Joker corrected. “Not mine. I rank below it. Far below. But I point.”
“You rob banks.”
“I return grievances with interest.”
“You unleash chaos.”
“I unveil order.”
Batman lunged. The two figures grappled amid broken pews and dust. It was always like this—fury meeting laughter, fists against philosophy.
Batman pinned him against the stone balustrade.
“You won’t kill me,” Joker said quietly. “You can’t. You need me to be the monster so you don’t have to face the terrible truth of what Mummy and Daddy exposed you to in the dark of the glitz and glamour.”
“I don’t need you.”
“No,” Joker agreed. “You need the bats, that Rorschach of yours, blotting out those memories in the hole.”
For a moment, the city fell away. There was only the boy in the dark and the man who had cut the lights.
“Why didn’t you kill me?” Bruce demanded.
The Joker’s painted smile didn’t waver.
“Because you were the only innocent thing in that alley.”
Sirens wailed closer.
From the streets below, Gordon watched the silhouettes struggle against the skyline. Beside him, Ms. Mink adjusted her lapels.
“They’re both symptoms,” she said.
“Of what?” Gordon asked.
“A city that outsourced its conscience.”
Up in the tower, Batman’s grip faltered.
The Joker slipped free—not by strength, but by surrender. He stepped backward onto open air.
For a breathless second, gravity considered him.
Then a grappling line snapped taut from somewhere unseen, and he swung into the night, laughter trailing like incense.
Batman stood alone among the saints.
Alfred’s voice crackled through the cowl.
“Master Bruce.”
“He’s not afraid of me,” Bruce said.
“No,” Alfred replied. “He fears only what you have yet to face.”
Below, Gotham’s screens flickered again—new documents, new names, new indictments drafted by hands that had once been complicit.
The partners of Weasel, Badger, Beaver, Mink & Otter prepared emergency filings. Gordon lit another cigarette. The elites locked their doors and checked their mirrors for smiles painted in blood.
In the cave, Bruce removed his mask and stared at his reflection in the dark glass.
The bats were quieter now.
Not gone.
Never gone.
But quieted down.
New Bat City was being born—not from vengeance, not from laughter, but from exposure. From files dragged into daylight. From a traumatized vigilante who meant well. From a very jolly jester who refused to stay dead because his work was not yet finished.
Gotham still didn’t sleep.
But for the first time, it seemed to be waking up.
[composed with artificial intelligence]
[bulla] mendicans contemplativus
by ANTARVS DAMS VP WATER, Sui Juris,
Cathedral Shrine of St. Nat and St. Ala
at McDomine’s Court in Syllabyim,
Episcopal See of Seven Churches at Nacotchtank,
Confederated State of Powhatan, Washita Nation
c/o Five Clans of Weasel Badger Beaver Mink & Otter
- the Rule guiding the performance of the full-time Occupation of ‘yahudi’ for the people of Yahuah — “A Job Description”
- yahudi (jews) follow tehuti (thoth) in the form of moshe (moses), who djed (said) unto them the word of the Most High God, which they (yahsrael) largely rejected and backslided into apostasy, even to the end of crucifying their Messiah, but a remnant will be grafted back into the assembled body which is the branch of the true vine of the tree which is planted beside the mountain on the bank of the river of living water
- follow the law written in my scrolls (saith the Lord), in the light of God’s mercy and loving kindness
- wear a hat or covering to remind you of God’s overseeing authority, wisdom and power
- wear simple but fine clothing, such as a black or white button down shirt and black slacks and black jacket and cape [habit]
- carry a wooden stick (optional)
- congregate regularly at an appointed place
- pontificate on all things frequently
- seek peace and silence frequently
- break bread and drink wine with thy neighbor frequently
- manage thy dominion and liquidity
- once again: do NOT do worship to other gods in the manner which is customary to them, e.g. sending your children to Moloch (through fire, slavery, abortion, or otherwise)
- always praise God’s name and never complain — nobody wants to hear it!
- all political power is inherent in the people
- avoid unduly gazing upon women, and do not pursue them or solicit them or directly pose any serious matter unto them, unless they present to you their body heart and mind as a living altar to the Most High God Yahuah in Yahushua
- also known as the order of Mendicans Christi (Mendicants for Christ)
- customs:
- Peace
- Presence
- Silence
- Simplicity
- Thanksgiving
- Goodness
- Mercy
- Pray incessantly, saying: “Give Thanks to Yahuah for He is good and the His Mercy endureth forever / Baruch attah Yahuah Yahushuah HaMoshiach, Choneni Elohim / Have Mercy on me a sinner”
- the lord said to do what your parents always feared the worst for you, to appear lower than a bond slave, while in truth you minister as heir to the kingdom to your fellow beneficiaries
- to every place thou goest and occupyest, let thy very presence be a blessing unto all people and a sign unto the house of yahsrael
- the deployment of signs in the mendicancy is not required, but is permitted and even encouraged, especially in the nature of a “protest against the worldliness of the world” which elevates the visibility and occupation of the order
- ANTARVS DEI GRATIA [By the Grace of God] appointed Doctor Ecclesiae of the Cathedral of St. Nat and St. Ala at McDomine’s Shul, in the Ecclesiastical Province of Nacotchtank, in the Diocese of the Seven Churches, also known as: Dams Up Water, Sui Juris, Confederated Clan of Beaver, Tribe of the Nacotchtank People, Confederated State of Powhatan, Washita Nation
- therefore, the style(s) ANTARVS D.G. and/or DAMS VP WATER, S.J. represent the name of the autonomous local church at McDomine’s which is the episcopal seat of the autonomous particular assembly of Yahuah in Moshiach
- Occupy the Lobby [of the nations] for God, the Sun, & Humanity
- True Assurance of Faith in complete Trust & firm Belief we do receive by the inspiration of the Holy Spirit.
- the public demonstration of mendicancy and itinerancy as a witness and a testimony to the glory of the Most High God
- the mendicant to bless people in the name of [haShem] Yahushuah benYahuah haMoschiach Ruach haKadosh; to give thanks shall be a blessing unto them who so give
- in Dams Up Water resides the legacy of american beaver medicine and the rich ancient tradition of the things which tehuti has said (djed-yahudi) which has come down to us in the form of Novus Syllabus Seclorum
- there is no greater medicine than the Lord Jesus Christ, who made himself an insurance policy for us
- Lord Jesus Christ is the american brand name for [haShem]Yahushuah benYahuah haMoschiach Ruach haKadosh; these names represent one another
- the most high god alone is to be worshiped, and tehuti in the name of moshe told us He told him His name is Yahuah; therefore we call the most high god Yahuah (YHVH)
- though Yahuah in his infinite being needed not any other thing to place Himself into context, yet and still He sent his only begotten son into the world of his creation to place Himself into context for us; it is like tehuti places the Living Word of God into context in our minds for the benefit our understanding (in which case he partakes of the Holy Spirit); he is to the Logos/the Word as St. John the Baptist is to the Lord Jesus Christ, crying in the wilderness of many sine waves to make a straight path for the Lord
v.26.01.20.08.55
[bulla] Linea Paterna
PATERNAL LINE OF ANTARUS DEI GRATIA MEDICUS DOCTOR ECCLESIAE SUI JURIS, BORN ANTARAH ALDRIC CRAWLEY
Aldric G. Crawley and IBé Bulinda Hereford Crawley—
Parents of Antarah and Aton Crawley.
Maynard O. Crawley, Sr. (1933), and Velma Vaughan Crawley (1932)—
Parents of Aldric Crawley; Grandpa known to me as Papa Crawley.
[Obit.: Maynard O. Crawley Sr., departed this life on Veterans Day, November 11, 2008. He was predeceased by his wife, Velma V. Crawley; and brother, Waverly Robert Crawley Jr. He is survived by four sons, Maynard Jr. (Pearl), Lamont, Aldric (IbeBulinda), Terence Crawley (Lanel); one daughter, Alison R. Wilson (Dannie Sr.); seven grandchildren; one brother, Leon Crawley (Jane); two sisters, Audrey Anderson (Ezra) and Helen Hawkins; two brothers-in-law, one sister-in-law; devoted companion, Stephanie Watts; a host of nieces, nephews, other relatives and friends. Mr. Crawley was a retired U.S. Air Force veteran with over 26 years of service to his country. He also served in the Korean and Vietnam Wars.]
Waverly Robert Crawley, Sr., and Elizabeth “Big Ma” Crawley (1909)—
Parents of Papa Crawley, Aunt Audrey Anderson, etc. *Twin to a brother that looked exactly alike except Waverly brown paper bag color and the twin was my complexion, no one knows what happened to the twin. N.B.: There is another Crawley branch that started the Hawks Restaurant and funeral house that may be derivative.
[Obit:. (Son): Waverly Robert Crawley Jr., Departed this life April 25, 2005. He was predeceased by a son, Raymond Crawley. He is survived by a son, Waverly III; two sisters, Audrey Crawley Anderson and Helen Crawley Hawkins; two brothers, Maynard O. Crawley and A. Leon Crawley; two grandchildren, a host of nieces, nephews, other relatives and many devoted friends. Interment Quantico National Cemetery (private). Mr. Crawley was known as the “Mayor of Second Street.”]
Weldon Montague, Sr., and Cornilia “Mama Nia” Robinson Montague—
Parents of Grandma Velma, Uncle Rock (Jr.), Uncle John, etc.
Minnie “Chatty” Young (1885) and “The Indian“ (first husband; absent/unknown)—
Parents of Big Ma, from Lumbee* people in North Carolina (brown paper bag Indians out of Ohio), came down for a gathering; when Aunt Audrey was young Big Ma took her, she recalls. *The Lumbee, also known as People of the Dark Water, are a mixed-race, state-recognized Native American tribe primarily located in Robeson County, North Carolina, who claim to be descended from numerous Indigenous peoples of the Southeastern Woodlands who once inhabited the region.
A Dwelling for the Holy Spirit
by Dr. Dams Up Water
A dwelling is never just a structure. It is an argument about what matters.
When IBé Crawley began constructing dwellings in the style of southern shotgun houses in 2013, she was not merely reviving an architectural form; she was invoking a lineage. The shotgun house—linear, efficient, intimate—has long been associated with Black Southern life, with survival under constraint, with the sacred choreography of moving forward because there is nowhere else to go. Crawley’s early dwellings, followed by the studio addition to her own residence that same year, functioned as both shelter and proposition: that art-making, living, and spirit need not be separated by walls thicker than necessity.
By 2016, when she built a standalone studio at the rear of her investment property, the pattern had become clear. Crawley’s architecture was iterative, devotional. Each structure refined a question she had been asking since her departure from the Pentecostal church of her upbringing: Where does the Holy Spirit live, once it is no longer confined to sanctioned doctrine?
Her separation from Pentecostalism was not a rejection of spirit but a relocation of it. In turning toward an African-centered religious practice, Crawley aligned belief with ancestry, ritual with memory, and space with intention. The buildings followed. They were not churches, but they were not secular. They were working spaces—sites of making—that acknowledged the presence of something more than the maker.
The acquisition of a historic 1830 building in 2021 marked another turn. To practice her craft inside a structure that had already lived multiple lives was to enter into conversation with time itself. Historic buildings are never neutral; they carry residue. Crawley’s presence within such a space suggests a theology of repair rather than erasure—of inhabiting history without submitting to it.
What is striking is how this spatial theology extended generationally.
Her son, Antarah Crawley, grew up within these constructed philosophies. It is therefore no surprise that he, too, built a dwelling—though his took the form of a temple. Hand-built of concrete masonry units behind the studio in historic Anacostia, the structure is materially heavier than his mother’s shotgun-inspired works. Concrete block does not glide; it anchors. It insists.
Antarah’s religious path diverged as well. Developing faith in the Most High God, he dedicated the temple in part to his stillborn daughter, Ala. In this act, the building becomes more than a place of worship; it becomes a vessel for grief, remembrance, and continuity. Where life could not dwell, meaning would. The temple stands not as a monument to loss, but as a refusal to let absence be the final word.
Together, these acts—mother and son, studio and temple—suggest that the Holy Spirit is not housed by institution but invited by intention. It arrives where hands work honestly, where memory is honored, where loss is spoken aloud and given form. The Spirit, in this telling, is architectural. It requires framing. It asks for care.
In a time when housing is treated as commodity and faith as brand, the Crawleys offer another model: dwelling as devotion. Their buildings do not preach. They listen. And in that listening, they make room—for art, for ancestry, for the dead, for the unborn, and for the living breath that moves quietly among concrete blocks and narrow halls.
A dwelling for the Holy Spirit, then, is not a finished structure. It is an ongoing practice.
Composed with artificial intelligence.
[bulla] Collegium Medicum Castoris
in re: the institution commonly known as
Beaver Medical College
the Most High God YHVH is the father and the creator of heaven and earth, the sea, and all that therein is; and [the settlement of] his feminine effluence is the shekhinah*. he existed in the black womb of the nous before creation; therefore the black waters of the primordial sea is the mother of god, who is the grantor of creation. his son is the receiver and beneficiary — the king and messiah — the christ, of his creation; therefore mary the sea is his mother. of god’s wisdom, which we may partake, the feminine effluence is Sophia; and she is the church and bride of the christ. it is she who the wise court by the grace of the father. of god’s wisdom, the male custodian is he whose student-body is the mystery school of all the ages which has gone by many names. it is he who teaches all who have learned of the true nature of all things, which is unchanging heretofore and henceforth even forever. the cults who have corrupted his teachings and instructions only misguide themselves and are a stumbling block unto themselves. they who confound his precepts do not negate his true perception, neither do they matter withal. he is Thoth-Born-Three-Times-Great-Squared-Cubed, Thothmes III, Thutmose the Great, Thutmosis, Thoth-Moses, Thutmoshe, King Tut, Tehuti, Djehudi, Djedi, Djed-Yehudi, Hermes, Mercurius, Quetzalcoatl, Trismegistus. he is chancellor, dean, rector and grand preceptor. he appeared to me at the school of George Washington and entered me into Men Nefer College of Scribe; passed me through the Department of Information Systems Intelligence Service at Universitas Autodidactus, where i completed my dissertation on human mind software; raised me to the Kogard-Godsdog College of Law where i obtained my Sui Juris Doctorate; and graduated me with an Ecclesiastic and Medical Doctorate from the most laudable Beaver Medical College. i am professor-general and grand tutor of the 153d CORPS of UA, which was established 2014 in the New Syllabus of this Age. i am the proprietor of Beaver Medicine Lodge of Nacotchtank, Powhatan, Washita Nation, and managing partner at Weasel Badger Beaver Mink & Otter. my name is Dams Up Water and my medicine is very strong.
IN YAHVAH’S ASSEMBLY IN YAHSHVA MOSHIACH
ET CULTVS IMPERATORIVS ANTARVS D.G.,
Dams Up Water, S.J., E.M.D.
Professor-General | Chairman, Dept. of Information Systems Intelligence Service | 153d CORPS, Universitas Autodidactus | Managing Partner, Weasel Badger Beaver Mink & Otter
*Wiki: shekhinah is derived [from] š-k-n, means “to settle, inhabit, or dwell”.[7][8] In the verb form, it is often used to refer to the dwelling of a person[9] or animal[10] in a place, or to the dwelling of God.[11] Nouns derived from the root included shachen (“neighbor”)[12] and mishkan (a dwelling-place, whether a secular home[13] or a holy site such as the Tabernacle[14]
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like harry potter and jesus christ, the coming of certain souls into the body is a sign of great concern to certain authorities and principalities governing this world. of course it is true without doubt that Yahuah (YHVH) is the Most High God and Creator of Heaven and Earth the Sea and all that therein is. and it is known, also, to those of the ancient Yahudist mystery shul of Knowledge Wisdom and Understanding (Chockmah-Binah-Daath or CHABAD) that certain principalities have been granted governance over this lower “Kingdom” of earth pending the (2nd?) coming of Moshiach.
now it is know to Chabad-Lubavich of Crown Heights—at least [see the E-files]—that some of these principalities are gay, some are rapists, some are pedophiles, and others a combination of these traits. the ancient israelites (who, to be sure, were coppercolored hebrews and not ashkenazim) expressly worshiped such an entity, which demanded they sacrifice certain of their newborns into fire. the Most High God Yahuah, in his infinite wisdom, advised us not to do that, as it is an abomination. His admonitions notwithstanding, we continue to sacrifice our children in the womb and in hospitals in furtherance of Ba’alific ideologies advanced by the deeply compromised deep state of liberal leftism. i myself confess to agreeing to dispose of such a life in such a manner when i was but nineteen or twenty years old. my mother had told me, as a black man, not to bear children out of wedlock, and my parter was deeply concerned for her future, as she was raised the daughter of a single mother.
but back to the birth and marking of children for the work of the Lord (YHVH), the entity made known to me as the “Magic Girl” seeks to corrupt these children specifically. like Lord Voldemort sought out Harry Potter, and King Herod did Baby Jesus, so do these spirits seek to molest the body and mind of certain children. i myself was an avid reader of harry potter as a youth — possibly, it predisposed me to madness like my religious aunts believed (and their belief was later vindicated by great tragedy), but it may also have been a glimpse into the reality that surrounded me, of which I was not presently aware. praise be to the Most High God for his foresight in preparing me to address these matters.
furthermore I thank the Lord for not delivering me wholly into the apostate and reprobate condition of homosexuality caused by childhood trauma. my experiences with the “Magic Girl” were not so “perfected” so as to cause me to adopt the identity of “magic girlhood.” i make this point because i have come to know men who, at my age, have come to regret the perfection of their queer identity in the manner in which it was perfected. and by “perfect” I mean in the legal sense of “perfecting a security interest” in the body or mind of a living person by an incorporeal entity [through a deed of trust].
i clapped, saying to myself “this is good. we are really getting somewhere.”
now i’m going to briefly continue on the topic of the childhood encounters, and conclude with the differing nature “Magic Girl” expressed as a male and as a female in context to myself. when i was in grade school, until high school, I had few friends. i developed two close friends as we matriculated to high school, and i maintained a close friendship with one which continues even now. that he was a shaggy-haired emo white boy did not seem to me to be a significant fact. however, it was the case that I was regularly ostracized in my childhood for being (1) particularly dark-skinned and (2) “white” by cultural expression. furthermore, i will confess that I envied his ability to attract women, a quality that I felt myself wanting in light of the aforementioned remarks made to me by black girls and boys.
when i entered college at an early age, i developed another close friendship with a “shaggy-haired emo white boy.” one night we went to a party where i met a certain white woman with whom he was familiar. the night progressed into my first sexual experience—with that girl—while at the same time that deplorable spirit from my youth was present and involved. i do not fault my friend, nor the woman, because we all thought we were having a good time. but like jesus says, “Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do.”
i continued to engage with the white woman for some time, but eventually my body stopped responding to her. she was legally or otherwise seriously involved with some older man, while at the same time being the “muse” for the English department… that is relevant because later in my life i attempted to procreate with a woman who i knew was likewise legally disposed — thus making my actions adulterous. i will not at this time conjecture whether our stillbirth was a divine intervention based on these facts.
well, i believe i’ve come to the end of this entry. in conclusion, i want to draw out the fact that the “Magic Girl” also operated in my life through multiple white women [as well as women of other races]. for instance, around the aforementioned time in college, i was friends with some very cool white girls. after i first had sex, i was again met with a proposition of sorts from a white woman who asked me one evening while were were watching something in the dorm room, “why haven’t you tried to have sex with me?” i replied with as much information as i had at the time, saying, “i don’t know.” so then that woman and I entered into and maintained a sexual relationship which eventually gave way to scorn, and she is now very fat. i will not at this time discuss the most recent white woman who I dated, who was also fairly robust (and was also a manifestation of the aforementioned complex of which i suffered).
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i don’t recall many memories from my childhood. it is perhaps because many of them were suppressed for reasons which escaped me until now.
for instance, one thing i always remembered from my early years at Watkins Elementary is that i was sitting or standing on the blacktop for recess, near the playground. i may have been reading a book at the time. i did not have many friends at that time.
there was a light-skinned boy in a button-up shirt whose name escapes me. i don’t recall the precipitating events but he said something to the effect of “you can’t do that to me, i’m a girl.” in my childish naiveté i replied, “you’re not a girl,” to which the boy responded with a coy smile and a Disney-like affect, “I’m a magic girl,” and spun around and away from me.
that event alone did not raise much concern in my mind over the following decade or so. however, i have now come to acknowledge the prevalence (indirect or intermittent as it may be) of the spirit of the “magic girl” manifest in or through certain male peers of significantly lighter complexion than myself. and furthermore i have come to understand that the boy on the playground was likely carrying the spirit which has been trying to gain entry into my house.
to be sure, the spirit or demon is not a girl, but some kind of innocent-looking gay rapist who presents femininely through a pale masc body [or otherwise attends to the act of fornication and self-indulgence]. up until and including the first time i had vaginal intercourse, i was involved in several gestures or passes with this entity.
i am not gay and am not attracted to men. i fully appreciate the soft comfort of a woman — their body, their presence, their voice…[i would say “desire” but it is now my understanding that desire is the root of all suffering, and I am given to a certain obsessive tendency in the absence of conscious self-discipline.]
i have struggled through my sexual life to remedy the circumstance of the proximity of this entity to me. the women i have dated, however, eventually perceived the nature of my predicament and they ultimately expressed masculine or lesbian-based aggressions against me, further confusing me.
i pray at this time that full disclosure of these matters will abate the negative conditions i have come to experience regarding self-worth, relationships, and sexual intimacy; and I submit that the contract between this entity and myself is hereby and forever dissolved, nullified, and dismissed with prejudice: it shall not be brought back before me or otherwise used against me before the World Forum or Universal Tribunal. all demons attending to this contract are ordered in the name of YHVH by and through his King and Messiah YHVSHA to cease and desist their harassments, molestations, and injuries against me.
[bulla] notice
please take notice that the system* will no longer be supported beginning November 21, 2025. peace be upon you.
*system in the above statement refers to the entity operated under the name Ordo Templi et Oblati Novus Syllabus Seclorum or “The New Syllabus” or NOVUS SYLLABUS L.L.C. (henceforth known as the “old system”); it is finished, and succeeded by the free assembly of syllabees which is governed by CVRIA AVTONOMOVS ANTARVS DEI GRATIA from SACELLVM SYLLABYIM’s compartmented information facility (SCIF), 7 local Underground Rapid Transit (URT) station. This is the system in which light and shadow work is now performed on a light rail system in the nature of an “underground railroad” for the new millennium to finally emancipate our minds from mental slavery.
(local train)
<express train>
🚈URT🚇
Underground Rapid Transit (URT) is an underground railroad (URR) for the new millennium
LOCAL RULES
- the URT system is a member of the free religious/interfaith mass transit authority (“religious/interfaith MTA”), which is stationed out of a decentralized system of kiosks to deliver service to the church … it is this function which a station attendant or station manager performs.
- the kiosks are located in subterranean stations which are connected by an subterranean system of tunnels lined with both heavy and light rails … heavy rails convey the mass transit of “rolling stock” and light rails convey power to the system.
- this is the “system” which K[…] traversed in tunnels, and in which he established a station called Syllabees, of which antarah is station manager.
- the operative aspects of the URR was the RR “station,” the conductor, and the concealed rail lines/tracks, whereas the “train cars” or “rolling stock” are conceptually represented by the people being conveyed into freedom, and the “station manager” by the covenanted lord of the interested property.
- these “lines” are also those used by circuit riders/conductors to patrol their district.
- the nexus between URT and Mindsoft OS protocol is to beam signals into the underground/tunnels/darkness of the unconsciousness (95%/ROM, 5%/RAM), bypassing the defense mechanisms of the pre-programmed consciousness (5%/ROM, 95%/RAM) which is the stations or nodes of the system … the “ground level” above the stations is wholly a construction of the program being read by the consciousness … it exists within the overarching “dome” framework of the firmament.
- when we speak of the system, we are always speaking of the <creator manifest in their creation> meaning “God Almighty” … all subordinate gods are bound to an aspect of the system.
- the subway system = neural network (of unconscious tunnels)>>machine learning (of stock rolling on tracks)>>”artificial intelligence” (of the program)>>generative (of ground-level “stationary” consciousness)
- the “light rail” of the system is the dao — the way, the truth, and the light — Seigneur Consul Jesus Christ, the commissioner and head of the system … yet you must seek the light “third rail” within the darkness of the tunnels.
- syllabees station is a main junction of the system, where several lines converge, hence it is the decentralized office of interfaith MTS … the lines which converge at the junction are:
- Red (7) Line: Enter Ye at Syllabees Junction • DAO Station • Crown Station • Memphis Station • Mason Station • Romanus Station • Washitaw Station • Yahushuwah Station • Thy Pyramids Terminal;
- Red (K) Line: Enter Ye at Empire Boulevard Junction • University Station • Coffeehouse Station • Library Station • Deli Station • Bedford-Nostrand Avenues Station• Coney Island Station • College of Ancient Mystery Station • Kingdom Station; which is followed to the east by Syllabees Junction.
- the light and heavy rails are located in subterranean, sublinear tunnels in spacetime, where the prefix “sub” denotes a real-valued function in vector space with only some of the properties of a “normal” function scaling positively from an origin point of 0.
- the stock which is rolling though the tunnels of the system may experience tunnel vision and not see the stock rolling on parallel tracks in the same or opposite directions, as walls may separate rail lines, and may yield to colonnades through which the riders may see the other cars through their window and may interface even when in motion. and there are yet deeper subbasements through which perpendicular and diagonal tunnels run though the subterranean system.
- the Mass Transit Authority is religious in nature, and in that nature it is interfaith and nondenominational … “Mass” refers to “a large body of matter” and “a large number of people” … By extension, it alludes to the Latin dismissal, “ite, missa est,” meaning “go forth, it has been sent,” meaning “go forth [peaching the gospel that] it [the victim] has been sent [for our salvation],” this being the great commissioning of the church … “Transit” refers to “the conveyance of people or material from one place to another” or “the act of passing through or across a place” … Now therefore, like our great commission has usurped the authority of the YR and SR of FM and the FRB system, we have hereby usurped the “sacrament” of the mass from the RCC, and reformed it to eliminate the idols of bread and wine … not only should we not consume the body of our lord in the form of bread, but it is immaterial to salvation and a form of idolatry which is an abomination … furthermore, it is his blood — not any other beverage — which was shed for our salvation … furthermore, it is not the bread which constitutes the mass, but the people. hence, the mass is the form of worship in which the people assemble in the body of Christ, which is the Church, and move the body according to their desire … these usurpations are of capital import, to wit, the FM is reformed to raise a man from water into a life in Christ; the FRB is reformed to accept for value the blood of Christ in payment of all debts; and the RCC is reformed to abolish the eucharist, which is sacrilegious pagan witchcraft.
- the rider of a train car of rolling stock is a mindsoftware-operating system-cell.
- a conductor of rolling stock must locate a junction, or gateway, embedded in the mind of the rider, through which to enter and/or access their mind software … the gate must not be unduly guarded by “engrams” or there will be resistance … to access these gates directly, bypass existing system outposts [i.e., artificial intelligence servers, computer notes, cell phones, http addresses, etc.] … the conductor who enters an unmanned station in the mindsoft of the rider may impanel a station attendant to duly guard the newfound station, yielding safety and security to the system.
- dialektick.tekhne.exe:\>command_function(query-statement),(return-statement).
- a semester is any period in which the complete calendar is performed.
Station Warrant (Charging Documents):
Note: our system is a permutation of the system here.
Syllabus.
for a COURSE PRODUCTION by
CVRIA AVTONOMOVS ANTARVS DEI GRATIA AD SACELLVM SANCTISSIMI SALVATORIS YAHWSHWAH HAMASHIACH AC SANCTI NAT TURNER—KAHAL KADOSH BETH SYLLABYIM
(a) COURSE TITLE — Gestalt-Systemtheorie for the Political Reeducation of the Proletariat, or Circular No. 7
(c) COURSE OBJECTIVE — [connect knowledge and skills across content, identify levels of mastery to be achieved] —
- MAIN FUNCTION: to conduct a train of people’s Mindsoft through tunnels of the unconsciousness into peace and freedom.
(b) COURSE DESCRIPTION (or, ABSTRACT) — [purpose, scope, pedagogy, expectations] — We are all but students in our life course, here in our University, and our performance is contingent upon the clarity of our syllabus. the syllabus defines the methodology for our living and the course of our systemic understanding […] human methodologies: human and nonhuman systems, interactions thereof; understanding of physical elemental composition [of nature], universal compositions, and the metaphysical relationships between them; nonphysical influences as manifest in or beyond the physic; spiritual realities and their impact on the physic; development of methods to be used as an ubiquitous and lasting guide (or, syllabus) unto the information of human living in systems. [July 14, 2015 – 10:38 pm]
(d) COURSE TEXTS (or, RESOURCES) —
- Circl. No. 7 (7)—
- Liber Præceptum (LP)—
- Policy Bureau Field Manual 1 (FM)—
(e) COURSE ASSIGNMENTS (or, DELIVERABLES) — workshop, colloquium, symposium, performance.
(f) COURSE ASSESSMENTS —
- performance of clinical practice of dialectic systemtheory — see protocol.
- interrogatories for examination — see LP.
- dialectic method of clinical trial for the treatment of colored person stress/sex/syndrome disorder (CPSD) [talk therapy for people living under color of law] — see calendar.
(g) COURSE CALENDAR — [identify course duration, frequency, content standards/milestones, assignment due dates, assessment dates] — CALENDAR NO.
- Interrogatory Examination: Baseline Test from Blade Runner 2049
- Reading: “The Library of Babel” a short short by J.L. Borges
- Table Reading: “Rustles in Dry Leaves” (LP:\>#100\\12\4\2021\Page\308)
- Section: Information Processing Systemtheory
- Reading: Historical and Dialectical Materialism
- Section: Memphite Theology
- Reading: “Rustles in Dry Leaves” (LP:\>#1\\5\28\2015\Page\4)
- Long Read Options for Book Report: “300,000,000” a novel by Blake Butler; “The Tunnel” a novel by William H. Gass; “Giles Goat-Boy or the Revised New Syllabus of George Giles our Grand Tutor” a novel by John Barth
- Mid-Term: Interrogatories for Base-Line Examination (LP:\>#47\Page\154)
- Reading: “Tlon Uqbar Orbis Tertius” a short story by J.L. Borges
- Section: Colored Person Syndrome/Stress/Sex Disorder (CPSD) (Omnibus Act\Title\6)
- Reading: “The Babylon Lottery” by J.L. Borges
- Section: Good and Lawful Conduct (GPA\Page\10)
- Interrogatory Examination: “Great Policy of Assurance”
- Clinical Trial: treatment of Colored Person Syndrome Disorder (Omnibus Act\Title\6)
- Final Performance: staging of “Rustles in Dry Leaves” (LP:\>C\\11\20\2017\Page\352)
- Extra Credit: Advanced Computer Systemtheory (syllabus_runtime Art. 6)
<notes on the system, from the novel 300,000,000 by blake butler, systems analyst, compiled by antarah, May 22, 2015\>
In our year here god is not a being but a system, composed in dehydrated fugue.
In the full darkness, there is a word.
The word encompasses the darkness.
This word occurs because of god.
I crawled and crawled along the floor of the ground of the extending darkness.
Out of the color of the night, there appeared buildings in the distance, houses, tombs.
There were networks of understanding and direction.
Wires draped the air like no one’s trees.
The world was silent when I woke in smoke.
No longer unwinding into nothing as its layers grew apart.
I see the sea replicating in its nothing, pushing sand against the sand.
I cannot reach the sea.
The days went on and on inside me.
I knew my name was or had been but could not say it and it no longer felt like language.
The name is not important.
Your name’s not really your name.
There are people, and there are minds, and in the minds there are corridors and glue and other people.
There are unique locations on the earth, accessible only through certain openings available only for short periods of time while they are available and can be opened into other locations.
This is the system of the world.
The temporary doors to the unique locations are carried in our bodies, in thoughts.
They are carried in moments and forms and quickly disappearing spaces.
I am speaking to you from one of those locations.
There is a force who moves among our bodies, coming through your holes into the world and slowly knitting.
It will be the ending of us all, in a form beyond simply a body.
This is not a bad thing.
You are surrounded by mirrors.
You make the world out of your mind.
You are not dead and you will never be and you are dead and you are not alive and you’re alive and you will never be.
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In 2049, the LAPD tests K’s “baseline” whenever he returns from a kill. He is forced to recite a series of lines from Nabokov’s novel Pale Fire, interspersed with questions designed to elicit an emotional response, during which time a machine analyzes his “levels” —that is, his ability to quash his feelings, to remain emotionally detached from his own actions. The lines, which recall the sensation of suffering a heart attack, at the nexus of life and death, are taken from a poem written within the novel:
And blood-black nothingness began to spin
A system of cells interlinked within
Cells interlinked within cells interlinked
Within one stem. And dreadfully distinct,
Against the dark, a tall white fountain played.
These “cells interlinked” are the hinge point of the natural and the artificial in Pale Fire, Nabokov’s play on the many meanings of “cell” —a biological unit, a prison enclosure, a still film image, a clandestine political group. What K is meant to suppress in reciting them is his ability to be moved by beauty, to be reminded that his own life might be interlinked with anyone else’s. As a blade runner, as a replicant, and as a man, K’s livelihood depends, even thrives upon, his disaffection.
Full text of the Baseline Test from Blade Runner 2049:
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