Share this modern-day, epic poem. The fate of the planet, I suspect, is in my hands. I am, after all, the author. The transformation of mankind now depends, accordingly, on an inerrant, asteroid. It depends on DJT. It depends on an inerrant — me.
I’m the one and only. It’s counter-intuitive, I know; it’s counter-intuitive that one, above all the others, should be so highly favored. I’ve got my own cult of personality; my sycophants. It’s not for no reason that — I’m the one — and only.
Mankind’s transformation depends on me. And J’ve been doing my part; destroying the Party of Lincoln; and writing my story. It’s the story of man. And it’s the story, very possibly, of aliens — submarine — or subterranean — extraterrestrial.
This is the story of aliens extraterrestrial, whether they turn out to be submarine, subterranean or indeed, extraterrestrial or indeed, all of the above. It’s the story of me and an asteroid. And it’s the story of hubris and the surface — terrestrials.
Methinks that the in the aftermath of the asteroid, the Koreas, the Philippines, Japan and Taiwan may see the asteroid for what it is; it seems that what’s happening is nothing less than a miracle. Indeed a blessing in disguise may be, an inerrant, asteroid.
Indeed it seems that what’s happening is nothing less than a miracle. A blessing in disguise may be, an inerrant, asteroid. Blessed seem the lessons in the timing of everything that’s happening. And a blessing in disguise may be, an inerrant, asteroid.
In explanation of what’s happening, as surreally, implausible, as it seems. It shan’t be, maybe, neither Joe Biden nor me that rallies the people in the aftermath of an asteroid; the asteroid that saves the planet, from the ambitions — of Xi.
It maybe that neither Joe Biden nor me rallies the people in the aftermath of the asteroid; the one that saves the planet, from the ambitions of Xi. This I offer in explanation of what’s happening, as implausible as it seems. Still, I’m the one and only.
Still, in my opinion, I’m the one and only one that can fix this; the one that saves the planet, from the ambitions of Xi; and the hubris of us. This I offer in explanation of what’s happening. Human hubris — It may yet be — the death of us.
In my humble opinion, I’m the only one that can fix this; and I’m the one in the end, that’ll save the Earth from the ambitions of Xi and the hubris of us. Hubris; it may yet be the death of us. Seems nothing’s on Earth’s more corrosive, than hubris.
What’s happening is in the nature of continuing education. Thank Allah God Jehovah Yahweh for The Watcher’s watching, Arthur’s dreaming and my presiding, over and over, haphazardly, again. Read — between the lines. Behold — the future.
Read between the lines of what The Watcher hath written. And marvel at his prescience; for an inglorious past need not bear any resemblance to a resplendent, future. Only I can do it. Read — in between the lines. And behold — the future.
In a sense, everything that happens, is in the nature of continuing education. Yellow and bricked, need not be, the pilgrims’ progress. And an inglorious past need not bear any resemblance to a resplendent — thanks to me — future.
Everything that happens is in the nature of a cosmic continuing education. And so I incorporate by reference herein, the Urantia Book. A cosmic, continuing education, is the Urantia Book. It’s the key, along with my book, to a resplendent, future.