Destiny

The likes of this book, potentially and really are sort of an investigation into the affairs of other men.  I am a man, like other men, and I have a bone to pick with another man.  His name is Illegal, and I see him as the enemy.  If I see another man, like him, then I will not like him either.  This is my fairy tale.

Once I was born, in a man, inside another.  I was fiction.  Here I am now in a book, called Destiny, and I have come here in search of another.  Equally, I have come to terms with a man, his word, and whom about I do not care, other than myself.  Confused?  Not likely, just ignorant.  I have seen this man in word and deed and he is the starter of problems, big and small, not so funny and funny, to the point of exhaustion.  I have exhausted all possibilities big and small in writing this book to the point of frustration.  But I will continue being me until the “me” inside myself or the moral dilemma that I have with this “other” is solved or resolved or resolved once more.  The likes of this man, who I have you know, is likes to be resolved if I have any conflict ever again, I will consult this man, and you all know by now he is me.  This confusion, made up or unknown is myself a man of my word, and by deed, hypothetic the word of my own man and made up deed.  I have consulted many others by now and have come to a conclusion that I am not real, just a product of my imagination, whatever that real.  Whether you like it or not, I am just me, a pretender, like most of you, and what I like I see.  If you believe me by now at this point in my hypothetical life, just born, and then torn from the real to become non-real I will have you agree that I am not insane, just hypo-real.  In the real, things are known, there is possibility, chance, and the other, and this “other” that I now come to believe is in me and is part of this world, only human, if I may so call myself at that.  To pretend that I am not real is a good start for anyone in word or deed other than pretending like they are real and not fiction like I stand now.  To believe properly is to consult your better judgment like I have done in writing this book that we all now read.  All of us, consulting our better judgment, are ourselves, our “us”, the collective and generalized judgment in things better and bolder than ourselves.  This “we” that we speak of is not eternal, nor bendable, but it will break.  If I may say so myself I am an eternal being not mocked by others as such, but seen through the eyes of an eternal mold known as “as if”.  This eternal saying was made popular by the music but the music wasn’t moral at all.  The music was conducted internally in the ear and through the lens of production has come to be known in parts by its conduction.  The music that we may tend to hear and conceive as it is in actuality a sort of type of conduction.  We hear this conduction through playing it in our ear.  This production is simple.  It is the creation of atoms of thought in our ear that transfer to our brain to where all things are conducted through the good of this atom.  Our brain, a cosmic atmosphere of the good that our reality is made of is essentially made of mass.  Matter, his friend and concubine, is also composed of reality.  This, in essence, as I have learned, composes reality and its fiction that is mass and matter related.  The composition of all that we have learned is, by itself a matter and mass related thing.  All things eternal relate to one another to form the universal order.  We, being on top, provide the harmony that is needed to be free from reign or rule in the order of things to come.  The things apart from us are circumvented by knowledge until it interferes with what is to come, in the universal accumulation of deed and misdeed.  It all comes down to this fact: we are all alike.  Each one of us a deed, another a misdeed, one from inform and one from misinform.  These alike are same in likelihood to one another through relevance and mis-relevance. These fortune casters create our madness or sanity depending on which page of the book you are on just now.  Whatever comes to our cost will create our sanity or misuse of sanity on one end of the globe or another, all misused in one form or another, depending on relevance to the topic.  The relevance that we create now in reading this, is a separate, sacred relevance known as the “universal order”.  God created this green, green earth, and it is up to ours, mankind, to see that it is preserved or forsaken, depending on relevancy to your topic, whatever you might be made of to be or to have been mistaken.  The part of relevancy that we usually miss in word and in deed is the likelihood of mistakes.  Mistakes are made wherever you are in your mission whether it is inborn or extraneous, probable or likely, sin or inborn.  Dialectic is purported influence on the dialectic of man, his being inside the sacred order of universally true or universally false kinds.  We are known as human but what if there was another type of human not known at all, would it exist?  My purport-ion is self taught and rearranged according to this “universal order” so that when there is a mistake, I make it and it is mine to keep.  But when someone else’s dialectic makes a mistake, then we all pay for it in word and in likelihood of the whereabouts of the purport-ion was made, in chance or in circumstance.  The likelihood of things to come will happen only if we predict it ahead of time.  For instance, if you, in your journey, decide to take a left turn instead of going straight down the line, then you might suffer the consequences of thereof and therein to a greater extent than if you just didn’t believe that it could happen