Adagio through the day: Effusions of a labbian | No. 4: HYBRIS

Hybridising is he that is brimming with the hyper idea that he can do whichever deed whilst being infallibly persuaded that it is he that has allowed himself to act towards the achievement, which has been commissioned by himself alone, nature being by him scrapped and disallowed.

The hybridiser, or hybrid, is he that gets to doing and disremembers that there must always be a point to pause upon and contemplate the path.

Hybrid is the intellectional item being hyper, beyond the point, not ever contemplating any one thing nor taking it to be a concept, not ever trying to give line to the point and thus belong to that point by line. The hybrid, the hyper, never comes to feel nor know any one point ever. As the hybrid tends not to be a contemplator, a point maker, he then gets the lines crossed, those lines consisting of numerously many a point. Though he may ensconce benchmarks or wayposts for him to stay put, he is nonetheless so much stymied by the line that he must always neglect any points making it. He does not grasp the idea that it is nature that allows him to get items along the way, and that he is allowing merely in virtue of being naturated.

The hybrid is too presumptuous to discern that nature is that which is always going to generate and posit a tide of itself again and again. He is so disdainful that he misses out on himself being naturated all the way long. He is so contemptuous that he is unable to apprehend that each and every point at which he now stands is he. Finally, ironically enough, he does not get the point of him being a hybrid himself—the point that he verily has been afforded nature for him to reach over and be a touchstone listlessly beyond, never caring, never loving, always being pointless.

Adagio through the day: Effusions of a labbian | No. 3: Hybridising

The vast majority of the population (VMP) comprehend the abacist as being one entity they do not divide up into the single human individua it is comprised of. The abacist—imperator of counting, amiably in_exhisting shuffler, imperatorious guarantor of monetary abacination. The abacist. As the VMP come to spy out the imperator of whom they are the minder, it is cognised by them as being indeed an entity to not ever be meddled with. Not even by them that have created it.

Although the imperator has always been he, he is irresistibly regarded by the VMP as effectively being it. Thus, it is contemplated as standing off conscience. Most far from any he related idea. The it notion is susceptive of being phantasised no end. The it notion is formidably pliant for the feeble VMP to be com_pliant with it. The abacist is a supple for the hardening of the VMP to such a pitch that they will not be capable of embracing the it notion, though being disposed to. They shall thus be disposed of by that which is it. The abacist—the it—flies away not to return ever to them phantasising beyond measure and thus docilely accepting their not returning. The VMP will always be leaning over backwards to amalgamate with the abacist whilst not ever being competent with its flitting intelligence. They shall always lean beside the cushion, not ever being [en]able[d] to get to be it. The abacist—accostable yet recondite imperator. The minder is to lose unto the ruler.

Now that in accordance with the VMP’s wishful sunken conduct the imperator is it, it strengthens to not ever return to being he. He must be it, which is its famous purpose. Here famous should be intended as both ordinary and superior. The imperator is conscientially everywhere, as ordinary matter; and also it is heightened (LAT celsus) off (LAT ex), highed away from anywhere, imaged by conscience as being so far and away from conscience. The imperator—abacist—is extolled by conscience, thus being made not conscience.

Now, the deity ex_merges from the abacus and cuts across the VMP. The immense ruse is manipulated into money, which pours over them. The abacus is hybridised—assumingly arrogated—by them. They elevate the abacus to being immaculate. Immaculate being. Pure. Not ever to be shamed—they have hybridised it. Shame is not their game.