Any game, puzzle, source of fiction, card set, set of rings or trinkets or chips, or even a brand of coffee flavoring, can be employed to gain revenge, through leverage upon another. It is a means of determining what the enemy is using, not what you use, and performing a simple, brief study scan of it, in your method, then picking an antecedent, another medium in the same form of fiction study used but desired by the foe. We all love art, but we hate using it, until someone gives us an entertaining way to play. Then the Arab dilemma, the Quantum math of al-Gebra, is yours.
At any time, you can destroy a foe, always a priest, a man who has neglected his studies of math in favor of the study of God, the Divine, that of one’s own power through words. But words, are merely a reflection of shape, and the true shape, is in the mathematical bindings of the mind, the proper dilemma a set of five. The classifier (your positive, the game itself), the example (the negative, your purpose), your query (the maybe, your clearance of fact), the placement of reflection (the words, your corollary), and the final, the fifth, your placement of the reflection in true shape, the video (the medium, the act of telepresence, from using the many, the communicated sins and crimes and pits of others, the many hands of production of the art that they seek to use, Theology given shape in your mind, not theirs – your interpretation, not the interpretation of the foe).
From this, we have math, not some shabby and tawdry thing to study in college, a series of boring and articulate names and dilemmas. That’s for a program, to write a campus colloquiam on, a mere computer game. Some egghead nerd, a priest in a button up suit and a pinstripe hat, writes those. No, these are games, the way to kill a man who seeks to control you with manipulation of thought, through his hatter’s mind. This is the Arab’s kill, the Quantum, using a simple piece of art, as a Vestibule, a rude practical prank, not a practical joke, the means quite different as is the levels of damage, but the purpose the same.
To fucking kill someone.
You need to determine, your three modes of conduct.
First, where is the wavecrest, your human target, of the priestly body tormenting him, not you. Priests torment each other, and it seems as if he’s after you, but that’s their intent, for protection. He’s your first contact, your seam, in the carpet, not the pant. He’s where you plant, the digger’s hook, to rip up the house.
Second, you need to determine your collossum, the division of terms. Whom is working on his behalf, his chemical benefactor? Where is the reaction going on, the one who keeps you in contact, with him? Should you be in a wave, there is presumably a chemical quarantine, a form of keeping you at ‘low’, a tidal term for watching you wave, and drown, if he can help it, he was spotted. This is the sand dune, and he has a form of fiction, most likely.
Finally, you need to determine, the chemical form. What is the form of art, that the collossum, is using, that you can then place, into the wavecrest? Not as easy as it sounds. Keep the medium, in shift, to the wavecraft, from the collossum, through long effort and work, other than that, you die, in denial of your proper place, once it’s been placed, at least once, ever, by the wavecrest. Find the nearest corollary you can, shift you, to him, in the wavecrest’s past opinion, privately to the collossum, and bingo, you’ve guessed it, you have shifted him, to you. Now, you have a floating number, a glyph.
Then, you place your poor sucker, in your medium shift, a single reference in the same piece of art, but another medium, researched of course, to a different form of the work, always of course the villain, not the mainstay. That’s called a dilemma. Then, you just inform the sea, the organized body of priests, what you’ve done, to offend the wavecrest, as the hero’s cast, placing the foe, as the dilemma, your true shape. It should give the floating number, the appearance of the quantum, your true form.
This means, you’ve solved the floating number, creating a systems cascade.
Now, you’ve converted to Arabism, and out of Masonry. You’re safe, and fixed, calculator.
Beans on. And none of this trifle about gambling, that’s for the nerds. The spotted bunions.