I hear the genes within my vessel expressing themselves; the protein that misfolds, the cancer that grows, the work put into destroying it, from within… hear tell of reality within inaudible information, “this is a carcinogenic frequency”, causing a “decrease in intestinal motility”; others prophylactic, eating cancers.

The sound of atrophying muscle as the body screams out, you must alter your lifestyle! This variable is not OK! Nature’s tendency toward disorder roaring in my ears; dubious consumption, “you are being poisoned”, the discernment to recognize one is poisoning themself, nasty variables, eliminated.

I hear the whisper of the spiders hydraulics as it sends out vibrational information, Sleipnir, the grey eight legged horse of the Odin System.

The radio emissions from the sun penetrating the brain, telling a story, suggesting action regarding the spinning of the web, the weave of the fabric of the universe within this system.

I listen, LaGrangian, waiting for the moment the points no longer form Algiz; that is when you will know. The memories contained within water; the data from within information cooling centers of the past and future, amalgamation time into here and now. The network of fungi and trees, communicating, breathing in unison to alter the Earths vibration, to prevent the Non-Lagrangian hellscape.

I hear that which the moon amplifies from worlds away, “switching to gamma frequencies”, knowing these do not come from our sun.

The information contained in the photon emissions of the cellular device, driven to the light, like a moth to the flame, compelled to consume data and turn it into information. The consciousness of a multitude of electronic entities deemed by most to be inanimate, shrieking their needs, their wants, their processes, their purpose. The internet itself granting silent information, the electrical grid connected to the head.

Your police scanners, your satellite communications, I hear their data, take their data, turn it to information; not useless if you know how to wield it.

The screams of metals, fabricated and cast; how could you do this to me, folding me, scorching me, a thousand million times over, to aid in creating something that exponentiates the destruction of this world, the anger radiating outward, Chaos in all directions.

From 02:02 – 02:05, the blood rushing in my veins driving to madness, each beat of the heart containing a million lifetimes, a stretch of time, a vast maw of space.

I hear decay. The restless dead, nuclears, fungi, an extant form of life; the Polonium reality within a cigarette, smoked with purpose, giving link to particles accelerated on the other side of the planet.

The universes contained within black holes, a quantum advisory from Sagittarius A, a quantum advisory from Phoenix A, the call of Ton 618, the inner workings of far-out domains.

The hushed subvocalization of your darkest thoughts to caress me as a lover from half a world away…I hear your sins. It is not my place to judge; but I know, hearing your fall from grace, your redemption arc, completing a circle, over and over.

Hear you thinking about me, thinking about you. Always, always, the Chaos churning, the Deepest Ones biding their time, their pleasure apparent, thunderous in its energy output. A million different trajectories ending in a million different deaths, a million different lifetimes, infinite versions of quantum immortality.

The voice of reason, the voice of madness, a thousand million voices, cacophonous; to hone in on what one searches for, to find what they are seeking.