The Prime Directive, nevertheless remains
(whether in Sanskrit or jive,) like all those other re-re-retranslations of a transliteration by an anonymous army of successive scribes, wannabe-writers, sure-to-be: editors -- all laboring away with their own peculiar flavour of jelloware doing the Creating --
The [Absolute] is without attributes, is beyond being and nonbeing ...
(This little pretty-Big Much - has been around since, long before the year 0-CE, thus many more centuries before The Origin of Consciousness in the Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind [link|http://www.julianjaynes.org/| Julian Jaynes] (merely an indicator that contemplation of the immutable, the immanent and the ephemeral have continued along since.. ook! OOK!! meant duck.)
Now, should I have a few moments to stifle the jelloware, in those final minutes ... I think I'd like to conjure up the Medicine Man to Geronimo - surely He was a sort to have aided Geronimo himself, in seeing the vacuum/vacuous core of the sanctimonious invaders, as they trashed lands, spread disease and slaughtered buffalo - for the sheer perversity of Killing Easy Targets, while manufacturing coin purses from the mammaries hacked off the women, watching children sabered to death.
Geronimo Knew.. the soullessness of the entrepreneur and what was to Come: the nothingness inside a Shrub, that long before any of the present ones were spawned. It would Be Good to die in such company, and -- such may be conjured-up as readily, on-the-occasion: as any of the Brand-names. No need to die first, to find This out, y'know?
But I digress: *Without* [any!] *Attributes*
such as, [but not limited to]
"He", "Father", "Likes jokes" / hates-queers-S/He-'made' / will 'Save' assholes like Robertson and Foulwell / gives virgins to hot/horny new bomber-boy arrivals ...
as in, C'monnnn, Mon :-0
