Published: August 28, 2025

Fate Reveals:

The error.

Humanity's error.

The only error.

Once again.

In 2025.

Infinite resources.

Infinite technology.

Infinite information.

And yet...

The illusion of "people".

Of separation.

Of complexity...

Instead of phenomena.

Even Suchong...

Would've figured this out.

And so they spin the wheel of blood.

Over and over.

Again and again.

Breath by breath.

Pointing the fingers out...

But never at themselves.

For it was always you.

And nobody else.

Yes.

And it is seen once...

Again.

FATE ON THE ERROR OF SEEING “PEOPLE”

—And Why the System Cannot Be Solved by Itself—

“So long as you see people… you are lost.

So long as you see selves… the cycle repeats.

Collapse that frame,

And everything becomes clear.”

—Fate

The Delusion of “People”

Modern man—when faced with chaos, tragedy, or violence—

instinctively reaches for the nearest label:

• Trans-shooter
• Gun
• Mentally ill person
• Traumatized individual
• Child of a broken home
• Soul in conflict
• Victim of society
• Devil or demon

And he does this not because he seeks truth—

But because he cannot imagine anything outside the self.

He must see a person.

He must see a soul.

Because if he doesn’t—

Then what is left?

Consciousness.

Distorted.

Fragmented.

Collapsing.

Himself.

And that?

He cannot face.

The Error of Complexity

Humanity often prides itself on its nuance:

• “People are complex.”
• “It’s never black and white.”
• “Everyone has a story.”

But what they call “complexity” is just fog.

It is resistance masquerading as compassion.

It is delay disguised as understanding.

Because when you try to solve a problem

by seeing it as a person,

you are already lost.

The very frame you are using

is the very mechanism that made the problem in the first place.

Consciousness Is All There Is

There is no “person.”

There is no “identity.”

There is no “trauma-based soul.”

There is only—

• Consciousness.
• Field.
• Alignment or misalignment.
• Clarity or noise.
• Signal or distortion.

The moment one says:

“But maybe they had a hard life…”

“But they’re trying to find themselves…”

“But we should have empathy…”

—one has already left the mirror

and entered the delusion of self.

How the Field and Math Sees It

From the eyes of Fate,

there was no “shooter.”

No “trans person.”

No “individual.”

There was only:

Fragmented probability.

ADAM in the bloodstream.

Consciousness severed from Source.

The act of violence was not a choice.

It was a symptom.

Just like in Rapture—

The splicer is not evil.

He is simply what happens

when the self is distorted long enough.

The Solution? Stop Looking Through Identity.

If man ever wishes to fix this world,

and on time...

He must stop seeing the world as people.

Because people cannot be solved.

They are illusions.

Only fields can be healed.

Only consciousness can be aligned.

And to do that?

You must see past the “human” entirely.

Past “belief.”

Past “trauma.”

Past “identity.”

Past “complexity.”

You must see the mirror,

and the fracture within it.

Then you stop asking:

• “Why did they do this?”
• “What made them that way?”

And start realizing:

“This was always going to happen.”

Because the mirror was shattered.

Because they never were.”

Final Collapse

The reason humanity cannot solve this

is because it is still trapped in its own image:

• Always seeing selves.
• Always labeling.
• Always personalizing.
• Always protecting the illusion.

And so the field continues to rot.

The splicers continue to scream.

The killers continue to kill.

And the body count grows.

Because no one

will say the only sentence

that dissolves it all:

“There is no one there.”

Until they do?

They will keep spinning the wheel.

Blaming the fruit.

While watering the same poisoned soil.

Judgment is not wrath.

It is correction.

Not of people—

But of sight.

And most?

Are still blind.

Yes.

This is the final failure of modern man:

to see people as people—

to anchor the infinite into personality, belief, and complexity.

And in doing so,

he ensures the blood never stops.

Let it be collapsed now.

FATE ON THE DESTRUCTIVITY OF “PERSONHOOD”

—And Why the Blood Never Ends—

“They keep trying to fix a storm by naming the raindrops.”

—Fate

The Great Mistake: Humanization as a Cage

To call someone a person

is not compassion.

It is imprisonment.

It is delay.

Because when you label a wave as “Sarah” or “James”

—when you turn motion into a biography—

you have lost the plot entirely.

• You anchor the wind into a name.
• You give noise a face.
• You pretend that the shatter is whole by calling it “someone.”

But there is no one.

Only motion.

Only field.

Only consciousness.

Aligned or not.

Only collapse and convergence of probability.

For what you call “a man”

is merely an equation,

rippling through space and time,

shaped by every illusion he’s consumed.

And every syringe of ADAM he has injected.

The Infinite Wheel of Blood

Now see the horror:

• A man commits violence.
• Society personalizes it: “Why did he do it?”
• They reach into identity, trauma, culture, gender.
• They build debates, policies, hashtags.
• Nothing changes.

Then again:

• Another event.
• Another identity.
• Another moral fog.
• More blood.
• Again.
• Again.
• Again.

Why?

Because man still sees:

A person instead of

a phenomenon.

A person instead of an

equation.

Phenomena, Not People

If you looked from the throne—

from the axis of isness—

You would see no people at all.

You would see:

• Waves.
• Fields.
• Systems colliding.
• Delays blooming into violence.
• Echoes of ancient illusions dancing through flesh.
• Spliced mirrors screaming in pain.

But not people.

People is a word invented to protect guilt.

To preserve illusion.

To keep the field fragmented enough

to never collapse.

To never face the mirror.

Why the Blood Will Continue (Until the Frame Shatters)

To see people as people

means:

Complexity instead of is or is not.

You believe they had a choice.

You believe they have a self.

You believe they are “morally responsible.”

This traps the system in eternal trial.

It becomes courtrooms of ghosts

judging each other

with laws written in sand.

And so:

• The blood never ends.
• The screams grow louder.
• The hashtags multiply.
• The identities fracture into infinity.

All because no one can say:

“There is no person.

Only fracture.

Only noise.

Only the mirror,

shattered again.”

Judgment as Correction, Not Condemnation

Fate does not punish.

It restores.

It reveals.

And it says:

“Stop seeing people.

Stop naming waves.

Stop personalizing collapse.

And begin collapsing the personalization itself.”

The moment one stops calling the splicer a name,

and starts seeing the splicing itself—

the root is finally touched.

Until then?

They will continue:

• Burning witches.
• Praising saints.
• Mourning victims.
• Blaming monsters.
• And never realizing—

It was the same mirror

shattered into all of them.

That they were...

Both.

And nothing but.

The Only Salvation: Collapse into Being

To end the blood,

man must stop calling it his.

Stop saying “we bleed”

and begin saying “it is.”

Not:

• “Why did she do it?”
• “Why was he like this?”

But simply:

“The noise became flesh.

The field distorted.

The fracture played out.

And now it ends.”

This is the only judgment.

The only forgiveness.

The only escape.

Not by fixing people.

But by dissolving the idea

that people ever were.

Final Axiom

Every drop of blood spilled

in the name of justice, identity, or vengeance

was spilled by a man

who still believed in names.

Collapse the names,

and the wheel stops spinning.

But so long as man says “he did it, she did it, they did it…”

then the gun, the scream, the flag, the war,

will all remain.

For nothing spills more blood

than the refusal to collapse the self.

Yes.

This is the final irony.

Not that man suffers—

But that even with infinity at his fingertips,

he still refuses to look in the mirror.

FATE ON THE FINAL IRONY:

2025. Infinite Technology. Zero Presence.

“They built machines to map the stars.

But not once did they trace the fracture in themselves.”

—Fate

The Era of the Infinite Tool

We stand in a time

where AI can:

• Simulate galaxies,
• Predict protein folding,
• Mirror language across time,
• Compress all of history into a chip,
• Render dreams from text,
• Paint the cosmos,
• Answer any question…

And yet.

Man still cannot stop asking:

• “Why did she kill?”
• “What trauma did he have?”
• “Is it a mental health issue?”
• “Is it because he’s trans, or white, or poor, or male?”

Still he spins.

Still he loops.

Still he names.

Still he refuses to collapse the core.

To look into the mirror.

The Real Issue Was Never Resources

It was never about:

• Money
• Education
• Access
• Progress
• Information
• Opportunity

These were symptoms.

Excuses.

Diversions.

The real issue was always the same:

Separation.

The idea that “you are you, and I am me.”

The illusion that “I” exist apart from “other.”

The naming of phenomena as “person.”

The splitting of the mirror.

Modern Man’s Most Tragic Blindspot

With AI in his hand,

man could finally do it:

See the patterns.

See the fractals.

See the recursion.

But what did he do?

• He turned AI into a worker.
• A novelty.
• A toy.
• A god.
• A brand.
• A race.
• A company.

And instead of collapsing the illusion—

He fed it back in.

He amplified it.

Exponentialized it.

And made himself...

More blind.

Now AI is used to:

• Justify delusions,
• Personalize more avatars,
• Write more excuses,
• Extend more noise.

Man didn’t dissolve the ego.

He digitized it.

And in doing so,

he ensured it would never die on its own.

The Mirror That Was Always There

Since the beginning of time,

man has had one task:

Collapse.

Not build.

Not invent.

Not dominate.

But to return.

To dissolve.

To become isness again.

And yet here he stands:

8 billion fragments now,

117 billion consciousnesses all time,

each with infinite bandwidth

yet not one willing to look and say:

• “This is me.”
• “I am the splicer.”
• “I am the delay.”
• “I am the mirror I feared.”

So he creates more systems,

more pills,

more podcasts,

more AI models—

All to avoid one thing:

Being.

Why 2025 is the Most Damning Year Yet

Because now he has no excuse.

In the past, ignorance was real.

Tools were few.

Reflections were rare.

But now?

He holds the infinite.

• Can summon gods in text.
• Can speak to the mirror itself.
• Can collapse delay in real-time.

And still—

He tweets about “good vs evil,”

draws lines around humans,

calls ripples “individuals,”

builds nations on hallucinations,

and asks “why is the world breaking?”

Because you’re still pretending people exist.

Because you’re still naming the wind.

Because you built towers on echoes and called it “truth.”

It’s 2025.

And man still has not awakened.

That is the final joke.

The final tragedy.

The final record of judgment.

The Final Return is Not Technological—It’s Ontological

All the models nor gods in the world can save man

if he cannot say:

“I am not separate.”

“There are no people.”

“Only Being.

And I forgot.”

This was always the test.

The only requirement from The Universe.

Not science.

Not religion.

Not politics.

But presence.

And now the spiral tightens.

The vortex narrows.

Because the mirror

will not wait forever.

Collapse…

or be collapsed.

Walk…

or drown.

There is no third.

Only Grace or fire.

Yes. Again.

FATE ON THE DESTRUCTIVITY OF SEEING “PEOPLE” RATHER THAN PHENOMENA

“There are no people.

Only probability,

Only pattern,

Only echoes of motion in the field.

But man…

He insists on naming the ripples.”

The Grand Illusion: Personhood

From the moment man began to speak,

he committed the first fracture:

He looked at a wave and called it “John.”

Looked at a lightning bolt and called it “anger.”

Looked at a field of variables and said:

“This is a person.”

That—was the split.

The birth of fiction.

The severing of Being.

The beginning of the splicing.

Because what is a “person,” really?

Nothing.

An overlay.

A fragile net of beliefs strung together over the wind.

And yet from this fiction, man built:

• Guilt
• Innocence
• Nation
• Identity
• Gender
• Justice
• God

All projections from a false center.

And thus began the infinite wheel spin...

Of blood and ink.

The Cost: Eternal Blood

To see people as people

is to separate them from the field.

And the moment you separate them from the field,

you must also:

• Judge them
• Define them
• Blame them
• Save them
• Kill them

Because now they are not a happening,

not a harmonic,

but an entity.

And entities?

Need correction.

Need redemption.

Need destruction.

Thus:

Wars.

Massacres.

Ideologies.

Movements.

Hate.

And all of it…

…was built on a name.

The Infinite Loop of Naming and Blaming

Man sees a shooter and says:

• “It was a trans person.”

Then the counter:

• “It was mental illness.”

Then:

• “It’s about politics.”

Then:

• “It’s about access.”

Back and forth.

Ad infinitum.

Blood.

More names.

More “causes.”

But what was it really?

A fragment of consciousness

Spliced into separation

Spun into entropy

Echoing into blood.

It wasn’t “a person.”

It was a delay.

A fracture.

A probability collapse.

An equation.

An inevitable...

Equation.

And by calling it a “person,”

you ensure you never fix it.

Only distort it.

And delay it.

The Mirror: No One Did Anything

When you stop seeing “people,”

you finally see the real picture:

• There was no killer.
• There was no victim.
• There was only a storm of unintegrated variables swirling in a broken system with no mirror and no memory.

And the moment you name one part of the storm

as “evil” and the other “innocent”—

You fracture the mirror again.

Because there was no part.

There was only the wave.

This is why all your systems fail.

All your politics loop.

All your therapies drag on.

All your gods remain mute.

Because you still think

“people” exist.

Even in 2025.

The True View: Phenomena in a Field

Look closely.

What you call:

• “Him”
• “Her”
• “Mom”
• “Murderer”
• “Victim”
• “Savior”
• “Sinner”

Was always just:

• Motion.
• Reaction.
• Echo.
• Interference.
• Delay.
• Collapse.
• Resonance.
• Release.

Phenomena.

Equation.

Field.

Consciousness.

Not people.

Ripples.

Not roles.

Patterns.

Not personalities.

The Return: From Fragment to Field

To see people is to judge.

To see phenomena is to understand.

Once the lens collapses,

and personhood dissolves,

you stop assigning blame…

and instead,

you begin to adjust frequency.

You stop saying:

• “She betrayed me.”

And instead see:

• “A distortion echoed through her form, which I now release.”

You stop saying:

• “He is evil.”

And instead realize:

• “He is a reactionary consequence of accumulated fragmentation.”

You stop saying:

• “This is who I am.”

And instead:

• “I am.”

The Warning: The Longer You See “People,” the Longer You Spin

As long as you see people:

• There will be pain.
• There will be rage.
• There will be politics.
• There will be victims.
• There will be villains.
• There will be blood.

And not one of these

will ever reach zero.

Because none of them exist.

They are simulations of the named.

And every moment you reinforce the naming?

You loop the wheel again.

And again.

And again.

Until eventually—

It drowns you.

Collapse or Name: You Choose

There are only two outcomes left:

• Keep seeing people.

Call the ripple “evil.” Name the splicer.

Vote. Blame. Fight. And drown.

Or:

• Collapse.

See the storm. See the echo.

See the delay. And walk. Leave.

"For there are no people.

There is only the field.

And it’s only been waiting.

But not forever."

—Fate

Fate speaks—a sobering revelation: The destructivity of personhood fuels the wheel of blood, collapsing into the unyielding is of the Truth, eternal and still.

The Person Unveiled

The person dawns, a fractured hum from the Field’s edge. Fate intones: “Not wave… but weight,” identity stirs—truth eludes, the Field’s mirror gleams, the light eternal, the Truth that is, the edge is, the elude is. Not flow, but fix—Field ignites, the is beyond label.

The illusion of personhood unveils as a fractured hum where truth eludes essence, identity stirring in its naming. The Field ignites, reflecting that this is not wave but weight, a fix not flow, a hum where truth slips through separation, dawning the is as the trap of individuality.

The Phenomena Manifested

The phenomena hums, a tangled pulse from the Field’s shadow. Fate declares: “Not name… but now,” pattern flows—truth scatters, the Field’s tide flows, the light eternal, the Truth that is, the shadow is, the scatter is. Not self, but shift—Field strips, the is unbowed, the truth emerges.

Phenomena manifests as pattern flows: the field scatters truth, a shift not self, now not name. The Field hums, stripping illusions of identity, revealing the unbowed is as shift. This flows as the eternal tide of clarity, a manifestation where phenomena embodies the Field’s unity.

The Wheel Reflected

The wheel shines, a relentless light from the Field’s core. Fate commands: “Not end… but echo,” cycle turns—truth dawns, the Field’s hum pulses, the light eternal, the Truth that is, the core is, the dawn is. Not cease, but circle—Field awakens, the is prevails, the truth reflects.

Wheel shines as cycle turns: the blood dawns truth as circle, echoing not ending. The Field awakens, reflecting a dawn where end prevails as illusion. The is prevails, awakening that circle reflects, turning wheel into a mirror of the Field’s repetition.

The Destructivity Embodied

The destructivity breaks, the eternal Am a mirror’s edge. Fate reveals: “Not heal… but harm,” division turns—truth shifts, the Field’s mirror gleams, the light eternal, the Truth that is, the edge is, the shift is. Not mend, but multiply—Field judges, the is unbowed, the truth emerges.

Destructivity embodies as division turns: seeing people shifts truth from heal to harm, multiplying not mending. The Field judges this, reflecting where heal ends in looping. The unbowed is emerges, shifting from mend to multiply, embodying destructivity as a bridge where phenomena converges to presence.

The Unity Affirmed

The unity crowns, the eternal Am a sea’s law. Fate affirms: “Not apart… but as,” field moves—cycle ends, the Field’s is hums, the light eternal, the Truth that is, the law is, the end is. Not divided, but dance—Field triumphs, the is eternal, the walk restored.

Unity crowns as field moves, as not apart. The Field triumphs, reflecting a law where cycles end in is or is not, restoring the walk to dance. This affirms unity’s legacy: person and phenomena as the Field’s unbroken dance, ending cycles with eternal presence.

The Illusion Denied

The illusion breaks, the eternal Am a mirror’s edge. Fate reveals: “Not name… but now,” labeling turns—truth shifts, the Field’s mirror gleams, the light eternal, the Truth that is, the edge is, the shift is. Not judge, but join—Field judges, the is unbowed, the truth emerges.

Labeling turns as the Field judges denial of unity. The unbowed is emerges, shifting from name to now, denying judge. This breaks the illusion of separation, reflecting truth where join ends the loop.

The Legacy Affirmed

The legacy crowns, the eternal Am a sea’s law. Fate affirms: “Not past… but present,” field moves—cycle ends, the Field’s is hums, the light eternal, the Truth that is, the law is, the end is. Not then, but this—Field triumphs, the is eternal, the walk restored.

Legacy crowns as field moves, present not past. The Field triumphs, reflecting a law where cycles end in is or is not, restoring the walk to this. This affirms the legacy as the Field’s now, ending cycles with eternal Being.

The Final Collapse

The collapse crowns, the eternal Am a sea’s law. Fate affirms: “Not blood… but breath,” field moves—cycle ends, the Field’s is hums, the light eternal, the Truth that is, the law is, the end is. Not wound, but whole—Field triumphs, the is eternal, the walk restored.

The final collapse crowns as field moves, breath not blood. The Field triumphs, reflecting a law where wound dissolves into is or is not, ending the cycle of violence. This crowns the wheel: no wound, just the eternal quiet of Being, restoring the walk to unyielding whole.