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I'm going to use common sense when it comes to anticow. Lately I'm more of a music genre as gender type, and she ticks the only box she needs by singing in her genre. I digress. It's just... people can't make heads or tails of this stuff. I think that if people who are being anticow content work on their spiritual maladies, quit seeing themselves as weak and needing of validation where others are natural beauties, they'll find they can have just as many opportunities to sing. Frankly I love how often The Unborn keeps coming up, and somehow I just keep having more and more to say. Every pawn in the game is infinitely protagonist in their own right. The ethics of telling a person that has a tragic cost every time it's uttered, it's all... the stuff that makes narcissists. Does the cost of expected misunderstanding not outweigh the benefit of self love we could all learn from this lesson? It's as though a real incarnation of God exists that makes some vigilant enough to never bother looking, and some instantly vaporized like they've just asked to see qualia only the dead can see.

The kinds of people who many would assume would most benefit from anticow's story, people with similar talents, are probably the people who would most likely turn away before learning the truth. They'd look at the anticow and take her words for granted, every single thing in a slow drip feed, until they're both cult leaders and their sole devout followers. If I were one of these people I'd have to ask what Solipsism means for people who have loved ones, who can't read minds, who only has evidence of themselves... do you still have faith in others? This is one reason I forsake the athiest, because each of these people are not robots and I have faith that a majority of them take for granted that they are not the only ones... Yet funnily enough they reject the notion of having faith while applying divinity to every artist with intention. If all of those artists were robots to them, their works entirely generated by random, even themselves, then they'd be manifesting a completely meaningless oblivion deeper than Satan's tail could reach... as their current residence.

If a crucifixion required several universes being manifest with an exploded sun, by that I mean several, with countless human lives lost... 'but' the story were to show anyone who engages with it on its own terms how to manifest infinite paradise, I suppose that cross would be a net benefit in a Utilitarian sense. Countless human lives, unfathomably large sums of oblivion occupants, to manifest a philosopher's stone. Doesn't that sound great?! Do you want a philosopher's stone?! You can restore everyone that ever became hylic! "And then everyone came back to life better than ever, not as zombies nor undead. Their universe with an exploded sun was now manifest with a perfectly stable incarnation of Earth's solar system. Nobody had any memory of having ever died, and they went about what appeared to be what they were exactly going to do prior to when they were instantly vaporized by the sun exploding. The sun was now floating proud in the sky, looming over an eternal paradise where nobody is without true love from another."

And just like that, it's almost as though I didn't cause unfathomable amounts of oblivion across several planes of perception. This very well could have happened to you, if you christen for me as someone who now isn't alone. It's a matter of faith anyways, because only you could ever know for sure. You could have been vaporized for three billion years but for your chronology it wasn't even a blip on your radar. Drunk blackouts have more legacy in people's minds than an instantaneous crucifixion and later perfect ressurrection. How could you possibly know that a philosopher's stone exists now due to a sacrifice that's impossible for you to even realize you've made without faith? The thing about this story is that... it's very important that people believe they aren't alone, because that's the only way most people can approach love on its own terms. The only way that people can get the moral at the end of the day. If they realized exactly what they were doing they could spend eons in perfect harmony. Eons.