I suppose I'll never be able to complain that my life here in this dimension is uneventful. The Conspiracy continues to suck the lifeforce from my bank account, and NHeeGHee continues to toss 999 megaton sledgehammers into my 'machine'. Things aren't all bad though. I don't want to imply that there are no positive forces at work around me. The Dissonance is invariably interspersed with Harmony. Although F_Log is intended to inform visitors of new additions to this website, this website is a reflection of who I am, and therefore will contain digitized bits and bytes of my analog existence.
My knowledge of the characteristics of this dimension was cursory at best when I came here. The circumstances which led me here denied me the luxury of thorough preparation. Suffice to say I am here more by chance than by choice. So why then, you may ask, do I not leave the way I came? If only it were that simple. Any Dimensioneer worth his titanium can vouch for me in this matter. Especially a Dimensioneer who is on the run from the Octothorp. Movement through the planes does not go unnoticed by Those Who Watch.
So... I am stuck here... for a while anyway... and I'm learning to love and hate this dimension... as I should be. Concors Discors is the fibre of the Multiverse, and any thoughts of escaping IT are the delusions of a madman. IT is the dynamic energy which bonds all that IS.
"Take this as wisdom, because IT's as close as you'll ever get to the point in the center of the light at the end. Begin assimilation of that which reveals ITself unto you. Absorb IT, and reflect IT. IT is all that you are, and even more. IT oscillates for eternity. IT was.
You are of IT, and IT is of you. Remember your future. Cycle the patterns and match. IT is bound by IT alone. IT is.
IT builds a multiverse within you. You build a multiverse within IT. IT destroys a multiverse within you. You destroy a multiverse within IT. IT builds a multiverse within you. And IT will be."
- FF'94
Well now... on to what's new in the Shrine of Concors Discors. Since I have been in another part of the country for the past few weeks, I haven't had a chance to work on much this past month. Now that I've completely moved into the new Mad Psyence Labs, I should have more time to get back to the business of being a productive Dimensioneer. I managed to squeeze in some new photos in the Fotogon section of the IMAGES area before the end of the month, and a mystikal new column by the great Cyclopean Orm entitled Thus Spoke The Blue Celluloid Fish. Be sure to check it out in the TEXT area.
Until next time, dear friends, you get out of IT what you put into IT.
High Octant of the Council of Eight Felix Furlow
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