Poetry and sleepy dreams and insanity: There is a crucial piece missing, once acquired the machine can be completed. Not "The Machine", but the machine to rival the The Machine, and no raging required. This is a good machine. Or it's designed to not be bad... or maybe they are right and my intentions don't matter as they were corrupted long before they were even my intentions. But I don't believe in evil, and glib pronouncements concerning "intentions and hell" are a clear example of the limitations of words. My selfish desire to please everyone may backfire, but if our genes require us to believe something, I choose to believe in myself. If not me, who? Or whom, or whatever.... What Would You Do [as God]? I bet you'd be benevolent. Or not so much benevolent but surely not malevolent. If none of these thoughts tie together it's because you don't listen to me enough; there is no excuse for being rich and lazy. Power may corrupt, but the idea of a Divine Right is offensive. When the revolution happens look deep inside yourself, so deep to see your connection to EVERYTHING (not hyperbole) and then you will become pacifist, and then we shall see if pacifism fights. The terms are not mutually exclusive, just as my selfish soul does not necessarily put myself first, there is hope for humanity, believe in yourself. And fight.
(just being weird, don't judge)
(just being weird, don't judge)