Strange notions.

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Just thinking.  Some possibilities, seemingly new.  After a bit of a review, I see the possibilities have always been there, running just under my ability to see.  Included as a subtext.  I may have thought one thing, while it was actually another.  Some perhaps even those like me, who can't hear otherwise, can be called, taught.  It will take one who is a firstborn.  Someone they... understand, can even hear.

There is always some hope.  But they will have to see to believe.  I see more and more why... on something now in the works, for my part.  To tell I must also show?  Then from there, other notions, then conclusions, can be taught.  Just working on a whole new... thing. 

Imagine never dying, always improving, so that in time, nothing matters.  Over time, becoming jaded isn't simply a problem, but a truth.  Then... something breaks through that, then another thing, and eventually, again, a man exists.  And a choice is offered.  Dreams, visions, portents, and possibilities.  I'll say no more for now.  I've got to clear this thing.  Only... also imagine opening up the potential of heaven to a whole host who were otherwise considered lost.  The way is unsure, treacherous.  The battles will not be fought with swords, if survival may require their use.  Just... just... maybe.  Machines to men.  Men to choice.

Good night.