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Each message pounds another nail into my silent coffin. Inside it is dirty, dank and pathetic. I have received every post. I have read every post, and each time, I have had what seems like everything to say. But I don't say it.
Yet I do know where I want to go, where I want to reach. I want to reach those that have pounded the nails into my coffin, that have
Forwarding mail by: misra@gardener.lanl.gov ("Raymond H. Misra") on Fri, 26 Aug 10:28 AM ------------------- On Aug 26, 2:11am, MEINKING@delphi.com wrote: participated in
luring me into the apeiron, trapping me in the coffin, and discarding me forever.
To them I can only say this:
"The fire is burning me. It is erupting from the inside, from the pit of my gut and bursting forth. The flames it releases want victims to claim for their own giddy disgust and restoration is no longer possible."
From the depths of the apeiron, at a distance deeper than hell itself a bright light expands devouring each bit of darkness in its wake. If you listen, you can hear it speak the sound - the sound of creation. -- End of excerpt from MEINKING@delphi.com
You wouldn't be desribing the weapons discussion on "cypherpunks" list for the past few days, would you? -- Raymond H. Misra