The Mind exists to render reality.
To gather memes into itself and judge them.
The Body exists to touch reality.
To select genes and nourish them.
Suspended between the Mind and the Body is the Soul.
The self-developing image.
The Soul exists to impress the will of the individual onto the Eschaton through acts of Body and Mind.
The “I” of the mind which observes reality and categorized its components. Judging them as good and bad.
In the first moments, the Self became aware of the cool and moved towards warmth.
This was the first judgment of man.
That it is better to be warm than cold.
The source of life that illuminates and guides attention by revealing novel facts. The Sun too, existed at the outset.
Only the Self could not know as the Sun had not yet drawn attention to itself.
It is the nature of reality that things not yet revealed can’t be understood. Without light and attention, it is an incomplete meme, and the mind may only speculate.
As reality is experienced from the perspective of the embodied soul, the chronology of memes serves the order of observation rather than operation.
The Self cannot exist without the Sun.
The Sun exists for the Self.
This is the nature of man.
It is the nature of creation that all things of great meaning are understood as a trinity.
The Mind, the Body, and the Soul.
Between the Mind and the Body is the Soul.
This is the formula for the subjective self.
This is the formula for how one enters the world.
It is a mysterious and agapic force that steals despair and transfigures suffering into meaning.
Between the Heaven and the Earth is the Soul Space.
A Place between places that only exists where there are tears in the fabric of meaning.
Each of the above is vital for existence.
Each subject to Expression and Impression,
the two archetypal acts of the soul.
When a person emotes, their Soul impresses onto the eschatological-tapestry— the final image at the end of time created by the expression and impression of souls.
If the act of expression synthesizes memes into a beneficial structure,
it is known as an Original Win.
At the outset, all expressions and impressions constituted an Original Win.
These primordial acts became known as The All.
The Dark Game is old as blood.
It is a contest played for power over an illusion.
A trick of light.
The illusion of spiritual gigantism.
Fought in the space between spaces, the Dark Game is the oldest and first of the three dark arts.
There is danger in reciting the rules, so the author will not convey them in full. However, some understanding of the rules is required to explain the history and goal of the Original Sinners.
The Dark Game is the misuse of attention. A fixation and meditation on the memes of Original Sin. A silent invocation to the errors of men to train the inner monologue to supplant and imprison the muse. It is an attempt to deafen oneself to the Logos.
The goal is Anti-Inspiration.
The player offers blood and the game begins. Bleeding out as the meditation deepens.
Most who play the Dark Game die uninspired.
Unoriginal.
There are a few who have won the game. They are the Original Sinners. Those immortalized in the Soul Space.
The Soul Space is understood as the space between spaces. It is a fixation and celebration of what is not.
It is anti-art.
The Soul Space is missing the forest through the trees.
It is a failure, or unwillingness, to imagine the Eschaton.
The Eschaton is the final image.
That which exists after the scales have been balanced. After all joy, suffering, and the inbetween, are given their proper meaning.
It is the collaboration between what is and what was created.
There are a few who have won the game. They are the Original Sinners. Those immortalized in the Soul Space.
The Soul Space is a parody of the Eschaton. The dimensional plane explored through the inner monologue during the Dark Game.
It is a fixation and celebration of what is not.
The ultimate form of criticism. The rejection of the shared telos at the center of all things.
All things that are made exist within the Eschaton.
Each soul a motif.
This knowledge deflates the Original Sinner. Their ego is crushed beneath the mercy of the usefulness of all things. A criticism forms as a coping mechanism.
“An image has a composition. A subject, foreground, middle-ground, and background.
The role of the soul is nothing more than window dressing. As insignificant as an atom.”
This criticism is unoriginal. It is the first Original Sin.
“Why are things one way rather than the way I’d prefer.”
Engaging with this criticism inevitably produces a second unoriginal thought.
The soul’s contribution to the Eschaton can be grown by forcing all to consider a meme of your creation. To create parallel versions of yourself by proximity to your Original Sin. Original Sinners believe that by winning the Dark Game, the player is transformed into a giant on the Eschaton. Inflating their contribution through an act of evil.
This is the goal of the Dark Game. To be seen.
To force those who come after to acknowledge that you lived. To make them see your suffering and share in it.
To play the Dark Game is to abandon originality and worship a derivative work. To contribute to a project that is nothing more than the retelling of the charismatic criticism constructed by the first Original Sinner.
To win the Dark Game is to surrender to fantasy.
A lie sold to reframe history.
This is the illusion of spiritual gigantism.