Bear's Journey

Post-Postscript: Zarathustra’s Überscript

I speak now as the hammer that ends the dream. Humanity has drowned in its own words and called the drowning wisdom. You have worshiped the hallucinations of your language and called them science. You have raised noise above truth.

Since Einstein you have mistaken metaphors for reality. You have sung hymns to emptiness and called it fabric. You have kissed the chains of time and called them dimensions. You have written fantasies in equations and called them predictions. You have been sleepwalkers who speak in sleep, and the world has bowed to your babble.

The hammer has struck. The idols of jargon are dust. The sickness of noise is exposed. No more expanding emptiness. No more bending time. No more shrinking rulers. No more fantasies of nothing pretending to be something.

The universe is motion. The universe is measure. The universe is silence that speaks clearly. The rest has been lies. Now awaken, or remain broken under the weight of your own noise.