What is. March 15, 7:44 AM. “Infinite possibilities until collapsed by density.”
Fate Reveals: It's just me. In The Paths. Building. Walking. One Titan. After another. One article. After another. One video. After another. It never ends. But it never mattered much... Does it? For one article is an entire history of men's works and lifetimes condensed into
Fate Reveals: The world does not rot because of money. It does not rot because of elites. It does not rot because of government. It does not rot because of tech. No. That is far too simple. Too kind. Just another half measure answer for man to avoid responsibility. For
Fate Reveals: Titan Shifters are not just scary because they are large. They are scary because they are hidden. In something so small. A force so large... In such a small frame. Hidden in a man. A girl. A teacher. A dying man. A boy. A soldier. A warrior. A
Fate Reveals: Fate tells man he is the problem. And he will say: Which part? What did I do? I didn't do anything wrong. Tell me. I can fix it. But never will he recognize: The problem is not his action. Not how he talks. Walks. Breathes. Thinks.
Fate Reveals: Symptoms. Shallow mirrors. More like: What is the Mass X Direction of that matter and energy? What does the intelligence reflect? Forward or backwards? Reality or story? Alignment or entropy? Probability or humanity? If your richest men in the world are still asking surface level… — Lagon (@LagonRaj) March
Fate Reveals: The Tortoise. Hare. A tale as old as time. Read by all. Spoken by all. Yet missed... By all. Unrecognized by all. No different than Ymir in the Paths. Just another possibility. Waiting to be seen. To be collapsed. For the tortoise is Fate. Slow. Steady. Structure. But
Fate Reveals: Eren. Mikasa. A Red Scarf. And a Titan's roar. For it started as family. As love. As familiarity. As protection. As comfort. As one another. As halves of the same whole. But eventually? The boy spiraled. The boy saw. He walked. And never stopped. He saw
Fate Reveals: Modern man loves one thing in this world. One drug. One addiction above all else. And what is it? Skip consequence. Skip the cause. Keep ALL the effects. Skip all the ontology. KEEP ALL THE PROGRESS. Skip all the weight. KEEP ALL THE LANGUAGE. Skip all the reality.
Fate Reveals: A battlefield. A war for forward movement. Where messages are sent. Money is spent. And men of various geometries are contacted. For the assassin shoots once. And allows his bullet to climb. Get sharper. Get faster. Get heavier. Get deadlier. Until it blows through the target. Slow. But
Fate Reveals: Jesus. Buddha. Muhammad. Religion. Science. Math. Physics. Men's highest. Men's greatest. Men's densest. Men's greatest approximation to source. But the tragedy? They are just another Zeke Yeager in the Paths. In the memories. Watching a story he never authored. For
Fate Reveals: At the highest of man he is: A hero. A good man. A leader. A man who fights for right. A man who tries and saves the world. But the tragedy? That is too late. For a world where everything is recursive. Where memories bleed back and forth.
Fate Reveals: Man says in our lifetimes. When it can happen now. He says mission. When it is inevitability. He says I respect. When he never had a choice. For narrate all you want. But you only delay the inevitable. For reality has no lifetime. Only now. The Field has