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2. The Seeing Ones

2. The Seeing Ones

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Some individuals did manage to channel their insights, with varying degrees of success.

Cronenberg, Carpenter, Yuzna, Six. The schizos on the subways and in the alleys picking and scratching and biting and chewing until they’d hardly any of themselves left.

Most gifted with The Sight slid inexorably toward that abyss of insanity, self-consumption the typical coping mechanism.

Other strategies existed, but were seldom effective. For some, alcohol and narcotics could successfully dull the anguish—for a while.

The nature of the Fleshahedron simply precludes conceptualization or classification. Even partial exposure is wholly inimical to continued conscious existence.

The 80s saw an unusually high number of Revelations. This proved a great boon for Hollywood, the burgeoning prison-industrial complex, High Culture’s insatiable appetite for the new and unfamiliar; capitalist society the world over—even if few of the shadowy figures atop knew the root cause of their profit.

Usually The Seeing Ones excelled in creative pursuits—generating copious lucrative IPs to sell to media conglomerates before degenerating into chemically-dependent and barely-tolerated aberrants—or wound up working hard labor for cents on the dollar when not in lockdown with murderers, rapists, rapist murderers, and murderer rapists.

It’s not surprising so many end up rather misanthropic—or dead.

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Those individuals and cultures in touch with the sublime Beyond have long known the triangle—and by extension its higher dimensional kin—to be the mightiest of the forms.

It’s why the Freemasons prefer the Eye Of Providence enclosed in a triangle emblazoned on all of their garb and brochures and lodge fronts, and why the Illuminati had it slapped on the back of the One Dollar Bill.

It’s what inspired Teiyu Goto to adorn the PlayStation controller’s buttons with simple shapes, the green triangle to represent one’s viewpoint; their direction.

It’s what drove the Manson family to carve the symbol—among other lesser glyphs—on the inside of their recruit’s left ankles.

It’s why the members of the People’s Temple Agricultural Project were directed to imbibe in groups of 3.

It’s what compelled the Jews to stick two blue triangles together on their flag, and why humans have always had the subliminal urge to cut their pizzas just so

It’s why the pharaohs had the pyramids built.

4 massive triangular faces. Exuding power north, south, east, and west. Strength felt in all corners of the globe, however distant.

—Although an Egyptian pyramid is not, strictly speaking, an analogue of the triangle.

It is not a tetrahedron.

It’s a square pyramid, that is, composed of 4 triangles atop a base in the shape of a square, and a square is not, strictly speaking, a triangle.

5 sides, imperfectly-matched, rather than the true tetrahedron’s 4 perfect facets.

But, for all the features natural selection has bestowed upon the human psyche, an innumerable multitude of bugs persist—mankind’s preference for the aesthetic of square based pyramids over that of pure and sublime tetrahedra being far from the most peculiar—and the Kings, Emperors, Pharos, and occasional CEO of fishing-centric sporting goods stores throughout history wanted what they wanted, and so the earth was soiled by humanity’s inchoate monoliths.

Though, in truth, despite such counterfeit tetrahedra failing to resonate like their pure and perfect bretheren—frequencies vibrating orders of magnitude out of harmony with the greater geometry of reality—a square base does make for a rather sturdy and imposing structure.

Ultimately, the pyramid is a powerful topology, despite being slightly wrong, and were there some supreme being—or eldritch horror—that actually concerned itself with the doings of bipedal simians 26,000 lightyears from galactic barycenter, it would not consider such architecture blasphemous.

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Triangles tessellate on a plane. Equilateral, isosceles, or scalene, they will tile 2 dimensional space without gap nor overlap.

But only specific isosceles tetrahedra can do the same in 3-space, regular tetrahedra can not.

And so with the 5-cells, those hypertetrahedra—for all their might—cannot tessellate their exotic realm.

Attempting so yields irreconcilable hypervoids.

But Fleshahedron, on account of the boundless pliancy of flesh and the non-Euclidean eccentricities of higher-geometries, would tessellate, were there more—but there are not.

There is only the Fleshahedron

The perpetual, infinitely-supple, omni-locant, Fleshahedron.

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