Mystery of The Origin Node — Take the Leap

Why Greatness Cannot be Accelerated

Great does the mind incant upon pontification, prognosticating manifolds of possibilities upon the illusion of plurality, paralyzing intent against the clamor of antecedent, spinning the mind upon the ambiguity of choice.

Origin, the question more elusive than time itself has petrified man since before his conception, kneeling all of its challengers in its midst, bringing them to plead for mercy and ignorance that the origin may come relinquish them of their ineptitude. A plea for hysteria only the fool summons upon himself, trading frustration for madness only to discover sophistry masquerading as wisdom. Origin bewilders man, upending rationality in its suprarationality upon recognition that man is not the center of the universe, thus leaving man only with his will to progenate in this realization.

Origin stands before and above time, seemingly a precursor to truth by validating truth itself out of proximity, thus necessitating truth not be isomorphic to origin, relegating man to create new origin nodes by creasing space time in continuity of out of the prime origin node in his own image thrusting forward. It is here the mind must inseminate itself with a self-perfected essence tethering between delirium and madness to overcome the shadow of the origin node with all his will and might.

Take the Leap

Blessed is the mind in its prognostications, after great toil the conscious is serenaded in epiphany, arising a stature of the self-generated essence. Upon conception, it waits for you to seize the fruits of your imagination, but self-doubt creeps in leaving you paralyzed in thought.

Before the leap, each vision floats helplessly in space, like a frozen timer awaiting to fire at the conclusion of great contemplation. Mesmerize in your visions without end and the vision defines you like a star you’ve been staring up towards for too long, but venture past its zenith and you’ll rise beyond its mystery.

The leap might be as cryptic as origin itself, the same leap taken by the Twelve Apostles upon spreading the Gospels of Jesus Christ, Martin Luther nailing the 95 Theses onto the Church of Wittenburg, Alexander the Great leading the charge into the Battle of Guagemela, Charles Martel at the Battle of Tours, Julius Caesar crossing the Rubicon, Socrates giving his final Apologia in court, Arminius at the Battle of the Teutoborg Forest and all other moments where history itself bowed in honor amidst such greatness and courage.

Wielding such volition brings terror to the rabble whom prefer surrender in the midst of the madman charging manically towards greatness rather than meeting their wits end against reality. Thus it becomes imperative to overcome the lingering voices of doubt impaling the courage necessary to inseminate the self-formed essence into being, illuminating the path forward towards greatness.

Action manifest retroactively overwrites the hesitations of prior pontifications, recursively rewriting and validating your destiny in real-time. The leap transcends all, relinquishing you from the subordinating tyranny of self-encirclement, thus enabling you to become one with the vision freed from its veil. Thus at once a strike of the divine possesses you with its madness, explicating out the fear of your humanity.

The delta felt between the self and any origin, generated either by you, another, or the origin node preceding time itself is an intuition beyond contestation. There exists no prose that can usurp this intuition, irrespective of how persuasive the logic and rhetoric may be, thus simply is and language holds no candle to reality manifest.

Greatness Can’t be Accelerated

Terrifying as the leap can be, great was courage in its victory over fear of the unknown, but greater must the will become to bring the vision into fruition. True greatness is measured by output but felt by intuition, an unrelenting dedication for the vision to come with an eternal love of the now without expectation for manifestation.

No illusions of escape or fantasies of prophecy, the perfect symbiosis between sobriety and delusion. Greatness stands before time, seemingly above it, a forward projection outwards, but not out of escape, paradoxically an eternal continuation fused with an infinite thrust, love of the eternal now and what is to come, neither one more or the other.

To surrender yourself to greatness, truly become one with it, one must acquiesce to its timeline as once you’ve ventured forth, it will decide the twists and turns along the way, not you, and especially not your ego, thus becoming a test of your will to hold on for dear life. It’s only man in his arrogance that told himself he was forthright and destined for glory in retrospection his of great trials and tribulations.

The great cathedrals manifest, erected out of the earth needed not justification via heuristic, but rather the grandeur of its presence spoke for itself. It did not matter how many generations it took to erect the single building, neither the tireless toil of the craftsmen etching their soul into the stone, but that greatness was built and the unfathomable made possible. The iron-clad tenacity to build coupled with the resilience to overcome unending toil without expectation of return made greatness manifest possible.

This same perennial toil shared by the nameless body of scientists and writers pushing back the esoteric veil of the mind and nature ever so further, cracked open glimpses of the divine opening the way for the Newtons and Einsteins of the world to come forth. While no recognition given to their namesake, their toil was an incontestable feat of greatness, nothing less than a spark of the divine. We must all embrace the toil, elongating the eternal now by meandering through its madness, this must be the only way. Here lies the magic in generating without expectation, a positive-sum world without bound or limit, constrained only to when the will can will no more.

While it’s undeniable to attribute greatness to those whom embraced the eternal toil, what are we to say about those accomplishing their great feats at the helm of circumstance? What heroes and martyrs would there be in our canon of story if we were to strip greatness from those seemingly unable to act outside the pressing needs of their time? For the greats contingent on circumstance, specifically the warriors fighting in defense, conflict becomes the precondition for greatness, thus concluding the hero archetype cannot be given opportunities of greatness in periods of peace. Even if the warriors arc of overcoming is partially contingent on circumstance, the courage to embrace chaos amidst inevitable conflict ought not be dismissed as instinctual serendipity— subconscious reaction coinciding as incisive action.

Here lies the conundrum, greatness contingent on circumstance cannot be accelerated but neither can feats accomplished out of necessity be awarded the same honor as those done embracing the eternal toil usurping circumstance. Greatness is partly defined by the buildup to that moment, an intrinsically non-repeatable emanation reverberating through one’s life force.

The leadup to the battle of Normandy cannot be summoned in a moment’s notice the same way mundanity is found in the qualia of motionless everyday life. Unadulterated greatness stands above contingency, letting the magnitude of the deed emanate through space time leaving its mark indefinitely. Only the mundane can be accelerated and summoned without end, greatness stands on its own timeline, immune to all spells and incantations mere mortals may try to cast on the fiber of space time itself.

While the eternal toil can be embraced irrespective of circumstance, once an accomplishment of the same magnitude as the theory of General Relativity being discovered, the feat cannot be done twice unless someone has the wherewithal to eradicate all instantiations of the theory found either in print, digital, and or references stored in the minds of others. Even then, one is still colored by the shadow of rediscovering a theory that had been made manifest by another, there’s no undoing the universe, only overwriting it.

Greatness is not reproducible either, there exists no genetic or environmental precondition to summon the rare moments when brilliant minds like Einstein and Newton drew upon their epiphany. Accelerating greatness is a fantasy, once you’re all in there’s nothing more to give, there’s no accelerating from that point on, only holding on for dear life.

Origin Justifies Itself

Institutions have been formed on the auspices of such greatness, individuals whose deeds overpowered folly and vice that prudent observers of the human condition would assume otherwise. A spirit defining generations to come, a gravitas of the likes of Romulus, founding the eternal city of Rome whose legacy is still alive millennia later. It’s through these emancipations that the primacy of the origin node ripples in its magnanimity, its presence percolating beyond and above time.

The deed can begin with but a small step, a single leap by an endearing soul finding himself lockstep with the universal cosmic dance, thus collectively seducing himself and all his followers into the search for the good, true and beautiful. In the midst of such presence, the first temptation becomes to scribe the words of the founder into stone, though a foolish intuition, as it was action manifest that gave birth to the institution, not preservation.

Accomplishment and especially greatness can never be taken for granted, otherwise greatness will die in the rot of complacency the moment process is seen as a surrogate for taking the leap into the unknown. There can be no process to greatness, there can be no expectation of security, there must only be continual leaps without stop, without end.

We’re all cast under the shadow of the prime origin node that predates us, we have no explanation for it, but nevertheless it still stands before us. All we can do is spark our own fires, illuminate our own paths, as we continue to pass on the torch of greatness irrespective of how many other torches may extinguish before our eyes. All we’ve ever had was now, now has only ever been, and now will only ever be. There’s nowhere to escape, nowhere to accelerate to, nowhere to run, there’s us, the abyss in its void, and the beyond, if we choose to make it so in our image.

The time to generate is now — t3gin.

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