All worlds are put on blast

“Beware the man who would kill a god.” ~Okayophilia

It’s time to cut the balls off the golden calf. It’s time to slice open the Achille’s heel of indoctrinated “Truth.” It’s time to murder all Buddha’s on the path. The question mark blade is just the thing to slice through the smoke and mirrors of our culturally reinforced delusions.

The dark spark is the flash of clarity that flints off our blind convictions when the question mark sword hits the mark. It lights up the night. It darkens the day. It melts summit into abyss. It sears Yang to Yin. It joins ego-death with soul-rebirth. It ripples out like a tsunami wavefunction, toppling all thrones, collapsing all sacred cows, burning all unsacred laws, kneecapping the Powers That Be.

All worlds are put on blast from between worlds, where the numinous ninjaneer sits, perched precariously but vigilant, detached on the highest branch of the World Tree, his question mark sword slung over his shoulder like a scythe, the dark spark aftershock smoldering below him like a fallen star: a warning to all gods—past, present, and future.

Written by Gary Z McGee