Essentially, transcendence is the fantastic feeling in “out-of-body” occurrences that tends to take those seeking some sort of euphoric experience on unforgettable, totally terrific trips. For instance, some foodies feel said fantastic feeling when tasting something so satisfying that they deem the appetizing, addictive attributes of said something’s deliciousness drug-like. In “The Matrix,” the “Alice in Wonderland” references are notably noticeable, with quotes like, “Follow the white rabbit.” and “See how deep the rabbit hole goes.”, making mention of Alice’s animated adventure. What if transcending typical timelines, or exiting “The Matrix,” means popping pills or doing drugs to take totally terrific trips? What if escaping everything evil, dodging the Devil, defeating demons effortlessly or easily, and shutting down the system is only possible when running from reality? If balance brings everything in existence into alignment, is loving and loathing, desiring and despising, seeking and shunning, keeping and killing, and everything and it’s opposite or negative necessary? I comprehensively comprehend that the mere thought of intelligence—carrying the capacity to completely comprehend information and effectuate it appropriately and advantageously—makes many midget-minded motherfuckers think succeeding at something super simple after implementing infinitesimal ideas makes their miniature minds massive. Still, ultimately and unfortunately, understanding pieces of proper perspectives and fragments of facts can support success even at the largest levels. Remember, Donald Trump is our president. In my opinion, individual ideologies—personal perspectives, priorities, preferences, etc.—are an excellent escape from the repulsive, robotic “Matrix” that regularizes regretful restrictions in everyone’s lives. And with that, normalizing being what nitwits note as “not normal” is necessary. But by the same token, opposing ordinariness opens opportunities for asshole “agents” to highlight happiness furthered by freedom as independent individuals’ unfair, uncooperative, devilish, and divisive rejection of reality—the unrealistic reality created by said asshole agents to corrupt and control. Think about it, if happiness haters can’t cope with people promenading paths that they can’t conjure the courage to take, and that makes those mentally ill, miserable, meddlesome motherfuckers devise “deception campaigns” to stop sympathizers from supporting someone’s journey, whose reality is everyone existing in at any given moment? Your Honor, the conspirators and co-conspirators hate happiness and villainously view my rejection of recurrent ridiculousness as devilish and divisive. I don’t give a fraction of a fuck about any of y’all, yet your strategically scripted statements meant to mess with my mind won’t stop. Why? Is it because my appreciation and approval of a posse of punk-ass, pussy-ass people is very valuable to them (you)? Why would I appreciate or approve of pusillanimous people partnering up to paint me as psychotic? Get the fuck out of here! Your Honor, the evidence exhibits that everybody’s stupid as fuck, and nobody’s smart enough to see how stupid they are. Anyhoo, “Lady Lecturer,” they’re still sending absolutely annoying notifications to my phone showing your socials. For the record, disloyal, disrespectful, dishonest people just ain’t for me! I wish you well, but please pursue passions elsewhere! Y’all, remember, I never noted “Lady Lecturer’s” name, as giving a nickname would make identifying the individual impossible unless I was being secretly surveilled. Again, trusting the ranting rhetorician was instantly iffy, and our interactions were never in-depth or distinctively direct. She would regurgitate remarks from my wonderful writing, which is natural when making as much sense as me, and I thought she was cute. As time passed, the more attention I paid this person, the more allusive attacks and subliminal slights she stated. I don’t know at what point she was compromised by the conspirators, but she’s a co-conspirator collaborating with the weak-ass weirdos nonetheless. And this is where intelligence and intuition make matters much more apparent, because I can see somberness and sadness on your face, but I genuinely don’t give a fuck! What’s wrong with you? You can’t be serious, ma’am. Why would I care?! Y’all, I promise, I’m the coolest, calmest, most chivalrous chap ever when those commendable characteristics matter most—most of the time. But these people got me so fucked up that it’s deeply disturbing. When y’all hear the full story unbroken and uncensored, even in intense indifference, you’re going to feel some type of way. Your Honor, lives and legacies will be ruined forever! This ain’t a fuckin’ drill. And soon…
Omniscience