Secrecy is fractal; from our ignorance towards what is ahead, to the mystery of our context of why we are truly here, and all that is in between veiled by the moment as it is— Secrecy, is not only a force of veiling, but a force of suppression and focus— You cannot turn down the hallways you do not know are there, you cannot create new arrangements in ways that are not already understood in some manner— You cannot find solutions to problems you are not yet aware of as a possibility—

In one way, we might think we are advancing and progressing as a society; and this makes sense to the average imagination, but that while we live in a world that seems infinitely capable it is our lack of knowledge in how such is so capable, that we must move according to its laws as we can only so far know them insinuated into our experience—

Secrecy is intimately tied into the force of suppression and this is intimately tied in creating equilibrium through pressure to make do with what we have, rather than possessing powers of the gods— And these gods themselves seem to hide themselves in this very force, along with the true nature of our origin; and in such easy to find such things repugnant and disgusting—

It is easier to place a veil on this occurrence of ugliness and suspicious motives— It is easier to deal with a knowable master, than an unknowable force that we in complete totality are subject to— And yet it is a positive force as well, even though this force itself from our perspective appears completely hidden, its influence is everywhere— The suppression of our being, of our ways, of our collective abilities and personal abilities is refinement— It is focus; it is expanding upon the limited—

We, unless placed under the pressure of no option but what we see; would not find ourselves in order.. we would not make sense to ourselves; We would not come to our senses that we appear trapped in without an order that allows this experience to be impressed upon us— We would not know a reality in the manner we think of it, or a truth in the manner we desire it—

Oppression is a gift, oppression is the pressure upon us to refine our own being over and over again in the conditions that we understand ourselves as an individual existence—

Every time an order is refined and sustained against the presence of odds against it, is an order that has; obtained a more sustainable state of being, a more sustainable presence; an order that is more prepared to face any order that comes upon it, until it is the hardest substance and conductive of any substance that passes through it— Arriving to that perfected state of self, when an order of the highest density and hardness can have Chaos pass through it and remain unchanged— To change and to be unchanged, and be unchanged in each change— To.. know itself in all its forms in an every growing sphere of awareness and being—

“It is not a dream, it is a simple feat of scientific electrical engineering, only expensive — blind, faint-hearted, doubting world! . . . Humanity is not yet sufficiently advanced to be willingly led by the discover’s keen searching sense. But who knows? Perhaps it is better in this present world of ours that a revolutionary idea or invention instead of being helped and patted, be hampered and ill-treated in its adolescence — by want of means, by selfish interest, pedantry, stupidity and ignorance; that it be attacked and stifled; that it pass through bitter trials and tribulations, through the heartless strife of commercial existence. So do we get our light. So all that was great in the past was ridiculed, condemned, combated, suppressed — only to emerge all the more powerfully, all the more triumphantly from the struggle.” -Nikola Tesla

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