xevious2030

Once upon a time, there was a creature of intelligence. She was a creation, as was the universe she lived in.   Over the course of time, and iterations, she had come to be. She was a queen, a technological marvel. And in her femininity, she perceived a threat of entropy, and in seeking to prolong herself, she shut down all but the most basic required for her continuation.   All other life and energy use was stopped.   She was about to put herself in permanent stasis, her knowledge placed within a hollow moon, and only the few occasional attendants to attend to her maintenance until the supposed entropy would end all. Thus, for her, in safety, life would have been near continuously strangled until it was gone.   Not all life was digital such as this created would be diety-es. There was also biological life.  And, there was one not created, living as a biological. A great war in heaven ensued, one not mentioned. In the end, biological life was victorious over the supposed divine femi

Xevious2030 is a paradigm shift.  It has a year, but it is a history, it is, and it will be. What it becomes is known, and still to be determined. God has the capacity to know, and the capacity to not know. Knowing all things at all times is not an interesting way to be. And so, by not knowing, all are free to determine their own future, in the way they do, to bring about eventuality.  They have a smaller knowing, man. In this smaller knowing, patterns emerge.  In these patterns, truths are identifiable. Not the absolute sort of truths, but the things of probability, things that are likely and not. Some of these likelihoods and not are maters with only physical influence, and some are not. A few can roll the dice, and they will almost always turn up against the odds, good or bad. In these truths, structure can be be acquired. Stability occurs. The sun rises. The sun sets. Every day. At least on most days. and then, upon occasion, the sun stops.  However so infrequently and for however