The councils never began with questions. They began with chaotic associations. Above them all, the red core burns, not like a sun nor like a heart, but with consistency. Anima Key endures and somewhere within its dome, the child who breathes time differently can see the flag.
The flag bottom stripe are the Gray Pebbles of a Round Shape, the mass.
A Greek word meaning “Sum of Particles,” from Omazo – Omas – Masa. This term, coined by ancient Greek physicists, bears no relation to the modern definition of “mass.”
For the ancients it meant density, the number of oscillating dodecahedral motile units, from the initial conversion of immobile dodecahedra of the finest Ether into dodecahedral–hexahedral–tetrahedral compression through leap-barrier densifications, per arbitrary unit of volume under identical conditions of temperature, pressure, light or cosmic radiation exposure, electromagnetic fields, geographic location, and velocity.
Modern physics reduced this nearly philosophical conception to “quantity of matter,” measured by a piece of iridium-platinum corresponding to one liter of distilled water at 4°C, or by the mass (weight!) of a hydrogen atom.
Because this became an absurd inability to define mass, ad-hoc calculations of “true weight” and “true gravitational acceleration” were introduced.
To restore the meaning of “mass,” one must calculate the number of particles per unit volume,
MASS = 6.02472 × 10²³ / atomic volume.
This formula is considered extremely dangerous for sub-scientists, because if applied to all known chemical elements, it proves that each element forms by the addition of a diprotonic hydrogen unit to the previous one, invalidating all current theories of elemental formation and forcing acceptance of primordial dodecahedral immobiles. Thus ends the extramundane discourse.
The flag middle and high stripe are Fishbone Kayaks in the Sea to turn the sky Blue, the attraction of bodies.
According to the ancient Greeks, the fall of objects and the motion of celestial bodies were due to radiation pressure acting upon them, not attraction.
When two bodies approach, cosmic radiation creates a “shadow” between them. The difference in pressure produces motion. This pressure was called gravity.
Modern science replaced this with the fictitious “attraction of bodies,” inventing hooks and wires between planets, later unfolding spacetime itself, to preserve the myth of an external creator.
If radiation alone governs motion, then there is no external god holding the cosmos, matter formed itself through condensation, and all imposed ideologies of divine mandate collapse.
Because the intellectual waste of dawn was imposed upon humanity “by the grace of a nonexistent God” and a nonexistent Architect of the Universe, an Extramundane Logos that does not exist.
Victory in war would now be an easy process, almost bureaucratic in Animaki’s standards. The tribe had achieved the impossible. They ascended to the highest pedestal one could find and erected a monument, the flag with the fishbone, the paddle, and the island.
The flag on the island, the island with the flag on the flag on the island. It was the most enchanting self-referential moment ever to emerge from the deep waters, a full moon. The flag caught its first breeze and waved a psychedelic experience that the eyes of Ari, Jahniet, Aster, and Reese had never seen before. The miracle before their eyes would appear colossal from Anima Key’s beach, they thought with unified and indivisible thought.
Bursts of light launched from the moon nearly blinded the group. The noise was so deafening that everyone ducked except fearless Aster. Within tenths of a second, after first the body is severed from the head, then the body is vaporized within the forced radiation of intensified light emission.
There’s no time for mourning and unnecessary details, for anyone, the rays come and go with lightning speed, shattering on the smooth levels of the rocks and branching out in all directions, vertically dividing anything with a diameter of one meter and below.
The lights dissect the bark bathed in the lights of the last full moon night of the war.
The all-night struggle for the conquest of the summit had turned once again into a struggle for survival. In all its movement, the moon never ceased to etch at a distance as far as the naked eye can see. In the background of the horizon, deafening noises among the bursts of light filled the mind with anxiety. What could this titanic work concern? All the sounds emanating from there were like amplified construction noises.
Before a day had passed since the moment the Anemaki boldly hoisted the flag at the summit and until the morning of the next, the titanic isostatic dome was fully formed. Before they could return to their base, the explosives placed in the seam gaps between the armed concrete molds that formed the foundation of the dome exploded, and the Anima Key fragment was catapulted into the void along with tens of thousands more from all over the planet. This flight plan did not include landing or landing. It did not even include Earth.
We lost many. Mitso, Oian, and Trina, Emil and Fyso. Aster even our own Earth. And now here we are only the three of us, one from each side, chosen to inscribe the history of the first years after the fragmentation in the great cave.
Three years after the conquest of the summit of the island of a thousand waves, another moment of emotion remained engraved on the exhausted Anemaki.
The first test of the specially made monolithic wood for the first leap into the void and its smooth evacuation, inside and outside the huge dome, coincided not at all accidentally with the completion of Rice’s work, the Delusions of Youth and Age. In two unique handmade editions. He kept one for himself and the Anima Key. He handed the other to his beloved Ido. The bravest of all, winners and losers, who will be the first to tame with her new vacuum-dynamic and self-sustaining monolithic, the leap into the void.
“My love, give this book to the witch. After she reads it and approves it, she can give it to Manqui when he is ready. I’m sure he’ll want to come back here with you. Only you, who are the strongest, can make the leap into the void dragging another vacuum-sealed monolithic with you! Put your best effort to go once and a last one to come back and you will be rewarded with the greatest experience!”
“Ah, I just can’t wait!”