Passion kills. I passionately love to eat, I love salty and sweet, but I can't have salty and sweet, I can't eat a lot. It's killing me and I'm slowly dying in hellish pain. Do you think that's stopping my passion? No, she says it's not my problem. I am a passion, I am an immortal spirit who has enslaved your body. I love joy, and as for your body, I don't care that it suffers and will soon die. My passion is very selfish and does not respect my body at all, more Moreover, she turned me, her master, into her slave and does not respect me at all.
I looked at my passion for a long time and realized that this is something similar to a useful parasite that I feed, and he gives me some kind of drug for this, filling me with energy, clearing my brain, allowing me to see the future. It's something similar to spice from the movie "Dune". And this parasite is trying to enslave my consciousness, he says: "You are me." Useful, but cunning-assed creature.
Who am I? I am a worm. I am the worm Shamir, whose job it is to gnaw and cut stones, creating a world out of them. I'm a mason worm. I am allowed to enjoy the fruit of the tree of knowledge so that I can create worlds.
Light is a guide, giving insight to blind worms. The Light is a single architect who turns the worm of the devourer of stones and the creator of deserts into a mason who creates the world according to a single plan. On the other hand, an architect is love. The first principle of love is the freedom of love. Free will is the freedom of love. I am a freemason, and there is no single architect. I create what love points me to. I create the world, I create worlds, I create temples. The light of love is inside and outside of me. I create what the inner light tells me to do. I create what the outer light tells me.
The allegory of the blind worms of Dune and the spice they produce is that the blind worm is a human destroyer of worlds, turning stones into sand. The worm is blind, and there is no light of joy in it. However, the children of the worm larvae have shit, a source of spice, the use of which generates light that gives insight. Interestingly, this shit feeds on sandy plankton, which, in turn, worms feed on. That is, I see a symbiosis. Worms create a desert and food, that is, a habitat for plankton, which they then devour. The worm father of the desert is like God the father, the shepherd of the flock of sheep, who creates their world, feeds the sheep with the wine of joy and bread, and then devours them. Interestingly, the worm father devours plankton and creates the desert, and the gods children do not produce sand, but their shit is a source of joy, light of insight and food for plankton and other inhabitants of the dune.
Man is not just a worm, but the larva of a worm, the very Larva of the father of the desert and desolation. The worm larva is a specific character, but they make spice out of his shit, which is a source of insight and joy. The blind live in anguish, but the light of insight fills their souls with joy and opens up a vision of the path. Spice enables people to travel in space, opens up interstellar routes and the possibility of colonizing the universe. Interestingly, the larvae of the worm are very vicious and it is this vice that is the original raw material of the spice.
Man is the child of the worm of the father of deserts, the destroyer of worlds. An adult is a devoted slave of a single architect, a guide light for the blind. The Light turns the destroyer of worlds into a creator and gives his life meaning and joy. As for the worm larvae, that is, people, they have their own light, the same as the candle fire in the human soul, so the larvae can create on their own, this is their role – freemasons. Freemasons are sighted children whose joy is in their free creation. Too much light and joy from the abuse of vices generates excess light, which turns into shit, that is, the very spice that sand plankton eats and is used to navigate in space.
Contemplating the images of the Dune planet, I noticed the symbiotic unity of the intelligent human rider and the worm of the father of deserts. I see several allegories here. On the one hand, the mind is a parasite on the body of a huge worm. On the other hand, it is a useful parasite, the embodiment of a guide, light, insight, architect and navigator, giving meaning to the existence of the worm. On the third hand, I see the symbiotic unity, integrity and mutual usefulness of these two phenomena and conclude that they are indivisible. That is, an adult worm is a blind tool and the body of a single architect. As for the worm larvae, they are like free masons who can either create their own little desires or just produce shit that is very useful.
According to Syntalism, children's surprise is the most valuable product of our world. We humans are like children, larvae of the worm of the father of deserts. Shit is our most valuable product, making interstellar travel possible, and allows us to spread life into the universe. However, overkill in usefulness is very dangerous. In our experience, most larvae die from overheating associated with overexertion of shit-making. Euphoria is the scourge of worm larvae. Too much shit kills. Almost all worm larvae die when shit erupts, the slightest temperature fluctuations can kill it. The few surviving individuals form a cyst and hibernate for six years, awakening after that in the form of small, several meters long, sandworms. Most of them become victims of larger worms, and only a few grow to gigantic sizes.
The blue square of Syntalism is a symbol of the humility of light. You don't need a lot of light, too much light drives you crazy. The blue square is the same as the blue eyes of the inhabitants Dunes, a symbol of epiphany, but in a subdued limited form. Limited means mind–controlled. Too much light is slavery and idolatry. The blue square is a symbol of freedom of love, free will, freemasons and architects. The blue square is a symbol of people who are called fremen, navigators, integrators, masons and architects.
A freemason is a Christian who has subdued his inner fire to the size of a candle, having fenced himself off from the external blinding fire. The inner fire gives insight and freedom, allowing the free mason to create next to him, obeying his love, which generates diversity in nature. A single architect is an endless fire.
The Dune world is an allegory of Christianity, where water was called sand, fish – sand trout, sandworm larva. A person is an analogue of a fish and a worm larva. God is the unity of the mind and the worm of the father.
Do good and throw it into the water – this is about the same thing that a sandtrout does when it generates spice. Spice is an analogue of goodness. However, overkill or shortage in this matter is dangerous for life and health, it is necessary to maintain moderation. Moreover, good and evil are one in essence, and it is equally joyful to create them.
Idols like to tower over their slaves, giving them someone else's work, and then blame them for doing this job badly. There is no more difficult and thankless task in the world than doing someone else's work. But the idolaters themselves are to blame for their sufferings, because, not knowing about their destiny, they cannot give up other people's affairs.
Everything useful is identified as pleasant, but too much pleasant is poison. To avoid this, uniqueness and constant changes are needed. An example of such ever-changing uniqueness is life itself, incense, melange from the planet Dune, etc.
The vision of the future is associated with the acceleration of the brain. The brain in a state of euphoric perception crystallizes and begins to work like a supercomputer. However, such acceleration of work should have a purpose. Just to force the brain to work in such overload modes is like death. In fact, we are talking about self-sacrifice in the name of a good goal of love or public benefit. Usually this mode of operation is used for space navigation and creation of worlds. That is, only navigators, architects and system navigators need this mode of operation. A lot of people use this mode of operation for fun, and it kills them. The main side effect of acceleration is that when the speed decreases, the world sinks in the darkness and melancholy, a person goes blind, gets sick and falls into the pit of depression. We need special psychological training to control ourselves in this state.
If we compare human pride with sandworms from the planet Dune, then pride is a huge blind sandworm, which is usually under external control. Subdued pride is a maggot worm. Although the larva is small, it has free will, joy, insight, spices, etc. We can say that an adult worm is a huge strong fire, and a larva worm is a small candle fire.
Pride is a person's spirit, his inner fire. It can be said that this is a very valuable fire and the meaning of this world is the production of this fire. This fire is like a spice from the planet Dune. To pacify your pride is to keep your wealth to yourself.
Free will is when the will is as small as a candle. When the will is strong, there is no freedom, there is only the slavery of idols or vices. A little will is like a baby worm, it does what it wants. The big will is an adult blind worm that is under external control.
I am a worm, and this is not an allegory. Remember the days when we were all sperm. In fact, the sperm is a parasite in the body of the egg, which is an allegory of the fruit from the tree of vice. In essence, the human spirit is a parasite that has enslaved the body of a poor macaque. In this sense, a parasitic worm-like worm should know its place and thereby pacify its narcissistic pride.
I tend to believe in mysticism and miracles. You'll say it's irrational, it's stupid, there are no miracles. I'll answer you. It's you who don't have miracles, because you do everything yourself like a horse, and I have miracles because I'm not a horse, but a rider. You will be my miracle. You will be my horse, and I will ride you. It's all because you take too much on yourself. Horses are proud, arrogant, often driven and exhausted. The work of the horse is very strenuous and hard. Horses remind me of sandworms from the planet Dune.
Blessed are the poor in spirit, for the demons of vices devour the human spirit. The human spirit is the food of demons. Demons breed people like pigs, corrupting their spirit and devouring it. The strong in spirit are doomed to slavery. The poor in spirit are small as children and are not interested in demons, so they can live in freedom and rejoice.
In "Dune" we see a classic setup, when a person obsessed with pride and thirst for power is put on a promotion in order to crush and thereby pacify his pride. The old leader is removed, a new one is installed and the old one is allowed to destroy the new one, or the new discredits itself. After the new and proud is destroyed, the old triumphantly returns to power.