Oh where, oh where, can Underdog be?
Another house, another flat, on another block...
Are these the memories that life is made of?
If I could tell you what I have seen, what we will hear, what could have happened if only...
I saw Fin again a few years later. Just as he predicted, four years passed until the next significant event occurred.
He spoke to me in Russian, hoping that it would trigger the Finnish phrases told to me when I was a young boy.
I am, if nothing else, an honest man. I will not tell a lie unless it feeds the seed of a good joke.
Thus, I will not tell you exactly what transpired between Fin and me in 1986. The events of that year are easy for you to research, if you know which one(s) led to this moment that you and I share.
Otherwise, I will act as if this is the only moment we have. After all, can you prove that 1986 existed?
Some of you will say you were born in 1986 but you miss the point. The year 1986 never existed.
Listen to the echo of what I just said. Time does not exist.
If time does not exist, do you think anyone is safe? If time does not exist, time travel does not exist, right?
Fin gave me a set of instructions that I was more willing to memorise than when I was a frat boy focused on functions.
Fin helped me remember my Scouting days - the times I learned orienteering and other useful arts of appearing and disappearing.
Would you believe you are a set of ideas and that any part of you can be transported anywhere with the tiniest thought?
And you know what thoughts are, don't you? I hope so. We've gone over thoughts until my fingertips are smooth as glassy sandpaper.
Thus, you see that time does not exist and the best way to understand how all seven billion of us are and are not part of the same open secret organisation, right?
No? Come on! It's easy. States of energy. At least that's the simple definition most of us can use to communicate this idea.
Wardriving. Texting. Turning your domicile into a three-dimensional communication tool. Using your five senses to get past your five senses and into the core means of delivering messages.
If you are to join the interplanetary members in moving forward off this planet, you've got to let go of conventionality.
Leave the daily issues of this world behind. Believe me when I say we'll have plenty more issues to resolve on our way through this galaxy.
How many times have you seen a group of people standing around a box of corn while deciding how to divide it up, acting like it's the last food on Earth, and then you notice a whole field of fresh corn behind them ready to be picked and eaten?
Such is the journey our species is taking. There are fields aplenty out there if you know what you're looking for. Don't go for the obvious. Think proverbially, outside the box.
I don't know how much longer I will live. The DeathClock says 14606 days but that's just an estimate. In any case, not very long. I'm in no rush. I'm not getting up at 4 o'clock every morning making plans that others have to follow because I say so. Instead, I daydream until 4, sleep late and make those plans at my own pace.
Lead, follow or get out of the way. That's all we have to do, this network of seven billion intimately connected to the web of ecosystems in which we live.
Some rule using the openness of peace, purposefully vulnerable. I rule with a stern hand gripping the wheel driven by unseen hands for the sake of the species.
The decisions I make are not always easy and, although painful, hurt me far less than they hurt others.
I am unimportant. When I die or live only matters in how the schedule gets completed. Time does not matter to me because for me time does not exist. However, the workings of the universe, the interplay of states of energy, will make a difference in our chance for survival should we delay too long.
I don't have to be right or wrong because I won't live to see much of what I know will happen. If none of what I've seen occurs, then something else has happened that I know has the chance of happening.
All moments are possible. The ideas of us live before and after our existences.
Some of you are actively involved, as you know. Many of you do not know what you do to get involved.
As I've said, don't worry. Your subculture is there for you to perpetuate as long as you stay away from intolerance. If you behave intolerably, then MORTIE and other organisations will divert resources to respond accordingly.
I do not exist. These words are illusions. Pretend you were never here and the answer to the question you aren't asking appears as if by magic. At least, that's what the Book of the Future said. But you know how reliable it is.
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