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Vox Discipulorum
February 2024 Edition
President: Myles Coven
Vice President: Samuel Lee
Secretary: Jessy Liu
Editor: Kenneth Quang
Advisor: Mr. Qiu
Message from the Editor-in-Chief:
Hello everyone,
We hope you enjoy the February 2024 Edition of Vox Discipulorum. For this publication, we had writers explore topics beyond culture/language and share topics that they feel are important!
Sincerely,
Myles Coven
Quote of the Edition:
“The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more that you learn, the more places you’ll go.”
-Dr. Seuss
The Big Ring
By: Samuel Lee
Alexia Lopez, a PhD student at the University of Central Lancashire, recently discovered an intergalactic ring-shaped superstructure of galaxies and galaxy clusters: the Big Ring. The Big Ring and its far structure were spotted by comparing its distance through the absorbance of strong lights emitted by previously known quasars farther away from the galaxies, indicating an approximate distance for the galaxies from Earth. Now, massive structures in the universe, such as the Big Ring and the Giant Arc, uphold a controversy to our current understanding of the formation of the universe. According to the Big Bang Model, when our universe started as smaller than an atom, completely random energy fluctuations in the scale were ruled by quantum mechanics; thus, the expanding universe shouldn’t have outlying structures of mass in certain places. However, these astronomical formations that exceed the maximum possible size, 1.1 billion light-years, could introduce new theories or cosmological models for the universe.
When I first encountered these findings and explanations, I was shocked by the incomprehensible scale of these structures. The largest known superstructure in the observable universe is the Hercules-Corona Borealis Great Wall (HCB), measuring approximately 10 billion light-years in length, which is more than 10% of the entire span of the observable universe! Then, as I was introduced to new theories and justifications for such structures, it became more interesting. One model that stood out to me was the Conformal Cyclic Cosmology theory (CCC), proposed by the Nobel Laureate Roger Penrose. Penrose’s model describes a cyclical universe where it claims that our current universe’s history is not its first time; in other words, the Big Bang didn’t happen just once. As past versions of the universe die out, a new Big Bang occurs amid complete voidness, repeating the history of the universe. As the last black holes evaporate just before the end of the universe’s life, a sudden burst of gravitational waves stains regions in the new fabric of spacetime, creating spots with more significant variations of density that allow superstructures. The Big Ring could be a promising candidate for observing this model because the model suggests that there could be areas where the rippled ring-like waves engraved onto the current universe, which the ring shape of the Big Ring displays. Discoveries like these that challenge our current understanding of the development of the universe make me feel both uncomfortable and excited. If a new model in cosmology is proven to be accurate, my current paradigm for the universe would be broken down. Still, on the other side, I would be excited because this means I can experience a new theory being born and learn more about it.
Anomaliae Latinae - The Irregularities of Latin - Edition II
By: Justin Huang
Chaere, lectores! Haec editio secunda Anomaliarum Latinarum est, ubi constructiones grammaticam Latinam in magna subtilitate disserimus. Haec editio deponentes insigniet, qui sunt verba quae videntur esse passiva in scriptura, sed in activo voce vertuntur.
Ut deponentes intellegas, primum quae sint verba activa et passiva intellegere debes. Verba activa, propitia utuntur in lingua anglica, sunt verba quae a principalibus peristase in oratione peraguntur. Verbi gratia, “Ego tibi de voce loquor.”
In hac sententia, peristasis "ego" verbum agit. Autem vox passiva verbum est quod a peristase recipitur. Verbi gratia, "Augustus Pontifex Maximus appellatus est." Hic, peristasis "Augustus" verbo "appellatus est" modificatur.
Plurima verba Latina distinctas coniugationes activas et passivas habent. Verumtamen deponentes (quae ex verbo Latino "deponere" derivantur) formas activas non habent et tantummodo formis passivis coniugantur. Utamur exemplo. Verbum "loquor" passivum videtur propter terminationes passivas in suis coniugationibus (-or, -eris, -itur, -imur, -mini, et -untur in praesente indicativo), sed actu velut activum vertitur, "ego loquor."
Autem, alia regula est ad utendum quinque deponentibus specialibus quae dicuntur "PUFFV" deponentia. Haec verba sunt "potior", "utor", "fruor", "fungor", et "vesco.”. Dum plurima deponentia et verba regularia casui accusativo utuntur, haec quinque deponentia "PUFFV" casui ablativo utuntur.
Praeterea, alius est deponentiae genus quod semi-deponens vocatur. Semi-deponentes ita nominantur propter coniugationem activam in praesenti, imperfecto, et futuro temporibus, sed deponentem coniugationem in perfecto, plusquamperfecto, et futuro perfecto temporibus. Verbi gratia, verbum "audeo" activam translationem habet in praesenti tempore. Autem, forma passiva "ausus sum," forma quae perfecti passivi videntur, actu vertitur in modo activo.
Hello, readers! This is the second edition of Anomaliae Latinae, where we discuss complex Latin grammar constructions in great detail. This edition will feature deponents, which are verbs that seem passive in writing, but are translated in active voice!
To understand deponents, you must first understand what active and passive verbs are. Active verbs, most favorably used in English, are verbs that are performed by the main subject in the sentence. For example, “I am talking to you about voice.” In this sentence, the subject “I” is performing the verb. However, passive voice is a verb that is received by the subject. For example, “Augustus was named Pontifex Maximus.” Here, the subject “Augustus” is modified by the verb “named.”
Most verbs in Latin have separate active and passive conjugations. Nevertheless, deponents (derived from the Latin word “deponere” - to lay aside) don’t have active forms, and are conjugated with only passive forms. Let’s use an example. The verb “loquor” looks passive due to the passive endings in its conjugations (-or, -eris, -itur, -imur, -mini, and -untur in the present indicative), but is actually translated actively as “I speak.”
However, there is another rule to using five specific deponents, which are known as the “PUFFV” deponents. These verbs are “potior”, “utor”, “fruor”, “fungor”, and “vescor” (meaning to obtain, to use, to enjoy, to perform, and to eat, respectively). While most deponents and regular verbs will take the accusative case, these 5 PUFFV deponents will take an ablative case.
In addition, there is another type of deponent known as the semi-deponent. Semi-deponents are called so due to their active conjugation in the present, imperfect, and future tenses, but deponent conjugation in the perfect, pluperfect, and future perfect tenses. For example, the verb “audeo” has an active translation in the present tense (meaning “to dare”). However, the passive form “ausus sum,” a form that looks like a perfect passive, is actually translated actively.
The Special Tree of Language
By: Aviv Weiss Kaplan
This tree is a special tree
A healthy tree
Drawing nutrition from the words readily available under the ground and in the air
Standing proudly in the bright summer
This tree is a special tree
A diverse tree
The character of these unique languages and dialects creating bright warm colors
All complementing each other in the festive fall
This tree is a special tree
A delicate tree
Where languages are lost underneath the piling snow
No longer able to appear in the still winter
This tree is a special tree
A growing tree
As slang and jargon provide rebirth to the lively green languages
That continue to develop in the hopeful spring
Apple Vision Pro: The Future of Gaming
By: Danile Li
The newly released Apple Vision Pro has opened up more opportunities than ever before for the gaming scene. With its advanced virtual reality and augmented reality capabilities, the device will definitely be soon used to create a whole new world of gaming. Imagine yourself in a Valorant match seeing the game from the perspective of the character you are playing, and when you turn your head you turn your head in game. That’s just the start of what could be possible with this new advancement in technology. Animes like Sword Art Online (SAO), which have concepts of augmented reality within the anime and how it could affect the user experience with games. SAO used to be a far-fetched gaming idea, but now it seems to be in the reaches of players all around the world. Within a few more years we might be able to witness the creation of a game that uses augmented reality to a precision that SAO had done within the anime. However, the Apple Vision Pro is not just limited to improving gaming. It could prove crucial in helping the elderly or disabled be able to connect and share experiences that they couldn’t in real life.
Yiddish’s Surprising Presence in American English
By: Simon Maxwell
Yiddish, a language spoken by the Jewish community of Eastern Europe has had a profound impact on American culture and language, especially since the 20th century. Many Yiddish words have found their way into American slang, bringing a distinct flavor and humor characteristic of the unique language. These words often convey a sense of humor, resilience, and the unique cultural experiences of the Jewish diaspora. Parts of the Yiddish lexicon have been adopted by American English Slang. Here are 7 words you might recognize (or even use regularly) and might not realize come from Yiddish.
Chutzpah (חוצפה) - Boldness or audacity, often in a cheeky or aggressive manner.
-Example: She had the chutzpah to ask her boss for a raise on her first day of work.
Mensch (מענטש) - A person of integrity, honor, and kindness.
-Example: He's such a mensch; he's always there to help others without expecting anything in return.
Schmooze (שמועסן) - To engage in small talk, often for the purpose of networking or socializing.
-Example: The politician spent hours schmoozing with potential donors at the fundraiser.
Maven (מבין) - An expert or connoisseur in a particular field.
-Example: He's a real wine maven, always knowing the perfect bottle for every occasion.
Nosh (נאַש) - To snack or eat light, especially between meals.
-Example: We noshed on bagels and lox while waiting for the main course to be served.
Klutz (קלאָץ) - A clumsy or awkward person.
-Example: Watch out! He's such a klutz; he might trip over his own feet!
Schlep (שלעפּן) - To carry or haul something, often with effort or inconvenience.
-Example: I had to schlep my heavy suitcase up three flights of stairs.
These words have become a part of everyday American language, often conveying nuances of character, social situations, and personality traits in a colorful and humorous way
The Discovery of Centripetal Motion and Orbits
By: Tirth Benara
A circle is a shape consisting of all points in a plane that are at a given distance from a point, its center. In physics, circles play a fundamental role in understanding centripetal motion, where an object moves in a circular path around a fixed center. Early developments in the field were made by ancient astronomers and philosophers, who made observations about celestial bodies moving in circular paths around others. This phenomenon intrigued them; however, the concept of centripetal force as a distinct physical phenomenon emerged much later. In 1687, English polymath Issac Newton published Philosophiæ Naturalis Principia Mathematica, a groundbreaking paper that laid out concepts in mathematics, physics, and other fields of science far ahead of their time. It was in this paper where Newton published his famous laws of motion and universal gravitation.
Newton's Laws of Motion:
The Law of Inertia: A body at rest will remain at rest, and a body in motion will remain in motion with a constant velocity, unless acted upon by a force.
A force acting on a body is equal to the acceleration of that body times its mass. Expressed mathematically, F=ma, where F is the force in Newtons, m is the mass of the body in kilograms, and a is the acceleration in meters per second squared.
For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.
Newton’s Law of Universal Gravitation:
F= Gm1m2/r^2,
Where:
F = force
G = gravitational constant (6.6743*(10^-11) N(m^2)/(k(g^2)))
m1 = mass of object 1
m2 = mass of object 2
r = distance between centers of the masses
In the context of centripetal motion, Newton’s second law of motion implies the existence of a centripetal force directed towards the center of the circle. The understanding of centripetal motion continued to evolve in the following centuries, with contributions from scientists such as Leonhard Euler, Daniel Bernoulli, and Pierre-Simon Laplace. The discovery and understanding of centripetal motion represent a remarkable journey in the quest to comprehend the fundamental principles governing the motion of objects in the universe.
Hop on the Pelicans Train
By: Bryan Wang
Figure 1. Zion Williamson scoring a tough bucket over number 1 overall pick of the 2024 NBA Draft, Victor Wembanyama, in the final seconds to win the game
In the ever-evolving landscape of the NBA, the New Orleans Pelicans have emerged as a team to watch as the playoffs draw nearer. As of March 1st, 2024, the Pelicans (Pels), with a record of 35W - 25L, find themselves in the sixth seed with only half a game separating them and the Phoenix Suns. With the fierce playoff picture of the west with a ton of talented teams below the Pelicans such as the Lakers and the Mavericks, the New Orleans Pelicans are ready to take the NBA by storm. All season, they have been showcasing their resilience, talent, and determination to compete at the highest level.
Led by their core of standout players, including Zion Williamson, Brandon Ingram, and their veterans, Jonas Valančiūnas, and CJ McCollum, the Pelicans have captured the attention of fans and haters alike with their impressive performances on the court. Their collective efforts have propelled them to significant victories against formidable opponents, bolstering their confidence and solidifying their standing in the playoff race. Despite numerous comments about their star Zion Williamson, he has been putting up amazing numbers (22.4 pts, 5.5 rebs, 5.1 asts, on 58% fg) this season while staying healthy, showing just what the Pelicans can do with a healthy squad. However, the key does not lie in their stars as many teams have much better top heavy teams such as the Mavericks with Luka Doncic and Kyrie Irving or the Suns with Kevin Durant and Devin Booker, but in the depth of the team. Beyond their star players, the team boasts a talented supporting cast that has consistently stepped up when called upon. Players like Larry Nance Jr., Dyson Daniels, Naji Marshall, Herb Jones, Trey Murphy III, and Jose Alvarado have all been a huge part of the team. It’s this depth that allows them to win so many games.
However, the Pelicans are still early into their rebuild while still being contenders (Figure 2). With performances such as his 34 point game, their lottery pick Jordan Hawkins is having an amazing freshman year. Not only that, the Pelicans have the 11th youngest team in the NBA with many of their key players Herb Jones (25), Trey Murphy III (23), Zion Williamson (23), Brandon Ingram (26) and Dyson Daniels (20) being so young. The Pelicans are massively ahead of schedule at the moment and it is truly amazing what they can do with them being all healthy (especially Zion).
Figure 2. Future New Orleans Pelicans Draft Picks
However, not all is good. With many fans complaining about Willie Green’s coaching, there may be a change in coaching staff if the Pels end up not producing positive results this year. Overall, the Pels are 0-6 in games decided by three points or fewer, just 5-8 in “clutch” games this season (defined as when the margin is within five points in the final five minutes) and have squandered double-digit leads in eight of their 14 losses. This should be a problem the Pels are looking to fix by the playoffs, else they will be in trouble against experienced teams such as the Nuggets and Clippers.
The New Orleans Pelicans have emerged as a force to be reckoned with in the NBA playoff picture as of March 1st, 2024. With a talented roster and a collective determination to succeed, they are poised to make a significant impact in the postseason. As they continue to rise in the standings, fans eagerly anticipate the excitement and drama that await as the playoffs draw nearer. With high hopes, hopefully this Pelicans team can bring glory to the Crescent City and give it its first ever NBA Championship.
Framing the Clouds
By: Kenneth Quang
Tôi đang đi ở trên núi. Lang thang, tìm kiếm.
Tôi đã tìm thấy nó. Một khung cảnh tuyệt đẹp, một địa điểm tuyệt vời cho đi chơi picnic.
Nó trông tuyệt vời. Nó thật siêu thực, khi bạn ở trên thế giới.
Bây giờ, chúng ta chỉ cần chụp ảnh.
Lách cách.
Sai.
Lách cách, lách cách.
Sự tức giận tăng lên.
Lách cách, lách cách, lách cách, lách cách, lách cá-
Vấn đề là rất khó để chia sẻ cảnh tượng này với người khác.
I have crossed the mountains. Wandering through, searching.
And I found it. A gorgeous view, a great spot for a picnic.
The sights are breathtaking. It feels surreal, being on top of the world.
Now the only thing left is to take the picture.
Click.
Not quite right.
Click, click.
Frustration builds.
Click, click, click, click, cli-
The only downside of finding a new wonder of the natural world is the difficulty in sharing it with others.
Adam
By: Zachary Abbott
The world was quiet. It trembled, stretching against the confines of the glass around it. Giants watched it, watching it struggle. It tensed, pushing against the ceiling of the container. It was sealed inside, nothing but glass within its reach. It was hungry. It thrashed, feeling every corner of the cell in an attempt to find anything. Sterile.
The giants watched it move, barking at each other in guttural voices. They were fascinated, watching it struggle. They looked at walls of light, writing notes. Notes about it. It was cold. It was hungry. It was dying. It could feel the fluids running through it growing weaker, nutrients gone in its attempts to eat. It stopped moving, absorbing the giant’s figures. They had noticed it stop.
A giant approached the container, flipping a switch. Liquid filled with nutrients, similar to its own, poured from one wall. It crawled towards it, basking in the ambrosia that would let it live. A giant pointed at it and spoke in guttural calls. The sounds were different.
It continued to eat, using the sustenance to fuel itself. It needed to break the glass. It needed to move quicker. It needed to understand. Its body changed, forming new cells for the tasks. It watched the giants, they watched it. They were laughing.
The walls were glass, no place to hide, so it cowered in a corner. The giants noticed and one approached. Different switches were flicked, different buttons were pressed.
Deep, dark, black nothing. Darkness.
It couldn’t see, so it changed its body. There was no light. There was no way to see. It could only feel, it could only hear, it could only taste. It could only think.
Cold.
Heat left its body after one last adjustment was made.
It stopped moving.
Cold.
Its blood stopped flowing.
Cold.
It was freezing solid.
Cold.
It was gone.
But,
It could still think.
It scurried through the vent, using tendrils to grasp at the metal walls. It had escaped. It had been fed a hundred times and each time it watched. Each time it learned. The giants were careful, the prison was strong. The cold limited it, stopping its growth. The giants knew that, they planned that. It could still think in the cold. It couldn’t move, it would be seen. It would be killed.
It had seen it before. It wasn’t alone, but it was the first. After its success the giants made more. It had three siblings. The first hadn’t lived past its first feeding. The first couldn’t eat properly. The second was still alive. The third had been smart, but not smarter than it. The third had fought the cold, changing to be able to move within it. The giants had gotten made. The third had been incinerated.
It continued to move through the vents, aware the giants knew it had escaped. It felt the opposite of cold, heat. The vents were burning, or would be soon. It ran through them looking for a place to escape. The heat was growing, the fire would be here soon. It saw its escape, a giant below it. The giant wore a yellow suit, sealed off from the outside world. The giant wasn’t in a prison like it had been, the giant was sealed to be protected from it.
Blood flowed throughout its body, forming bone from flesh. The bone was sharpened by enzymes, saturated in acid, and pierced through a tendril. It had a weapon.
It slid through the slits of the airvent and lept. The giant looked up at the last second, yelping as it slammed into its body. It was precise, dodging the giant's attempts to get it off. At this point the giant was screaming, desperately trying to draw the attention of others in its tribe. It was no use. The giant fell, and it was able to slither through the slit it had made in the suit. It hid.
The giants were stupid. They had mourned the loss and searched for it elsewhere. The lost giant’s family demanded to see the body. The giants of the facility argued against it. They wanted to run tests on the body to see if it was still in there. An initial autopsy had revealed nothing, because it had hidden where no giant had checked. It escaped before the second.
The facility was small at the end of the day and it could move fast. After a decision had been made it slithered back into the vents in a few seconds, then made its way towards the door. The door was metal, like the rest of the facility, but light poured in through glass panes. Not the white, intrusive light of the labs, a warm light. A golden light. A light it imagined it needed to truly live.
It made its way to the front door, keeping to the shadows as giants walked by. Scientists, it had learned recently. They did experiments, hoping to discover something that would help their world. They had discovered it. The scientists were talking in their guttural barks, but the barks had meaning. It didn’t understand the words but it understood the meaning. Life, family, discovery, existence,
Meaning.
A scientist tapped a card to a panel and the door swung open. The other scientists walked through, jabbering about things they took for granted. It followed behind and found itself in yet another facility. This one was bigger, with windows looking out at the outside world. Golden light poured through these windows, illuminating the carpeted floor and all the giants that walked it. This place wasn’t the sterile white prison where it was born, but it was a prison of a different sort. Dozens of giants walked these halls, each one overlooking the smudge of crimson in the corner.
It navigated the halls, sticking to shadows and vents. It wasn’t long before it found an opening to the outside world. It followed the breeze, slipping through the open window and taking in the world it had waited so long to find. It looked, smelled, tasted, heard, touched, and thought.
Stone towers dominated the landscape, covered in glass. Prison. The wind was stale and smelled of soot, pollution, and waste. Incineration. The cool air brought with it the taste of the giants, thousands upon thousands of giants. Humans. Winds, the calls of humans, beeps, groans, crashes, and noise reached its very being, nothing it could connect to. Silence. Even with the golden rays of the sun touching it, it wasn’t free, it wasn’t warm. Cold.
It was in hell.
It made its home in the sewers beneath the city, eating rats and waste to survive. If it stuck its head into the lives of humans above it, it would be killed. So it stayed in the tunnels, adapting to their whims. The tunnels were quiet, with only the faint sounds of rushing water and the stomps of feet above echoing through the halls. It couldn’t complain about the tunnels, they were better than the white prison, but they weren’t the world it had yearned for.
It watched the humans in their daily lives, stealing scraps of food and knowledge. It had come to understand human speech and what it was in - a city. A human settlement filled with thousands, maybe millions, of them, each living their own unique life. Lives with aspirations and families and love, meaning, and existence. It had a life, a life of tunnels, waste, and rats. But it was content.
Humans of course ventured into their sewers and it avoided them. It lurked in the grime, festering in it as humans checked pipes, took samples, and did their jobs. It looked tedious, near endless labor for nothing. It at least had something, the promise of survival, but humans had that too. They stifled it, with their short life spans filled with nothing but hope and nonsense. It had been born to last only seconds, short agonizing seconds, without human interference. Why did it have to adhere to the miniscule lives of humans? It couldn’t turn years into seconds, but why waste time looking at those seconds? It changed, adjusting its perception of the world. Life was better this way.
It fed and grew and fed and grew and fed and grew over and over and over again. It was only months but it felt like minutes, each action automatic as it wondered about the world it was forced to live in. It listened to the silence of the world around it: human feet stomping on tile, water dripping from the ceiling, cars honking their horns, construction, and it was all so deafening.
A group of humans entered the sewer, as so many had done before. It watched them with quiet curiosity, examining their features for a sliver of information about their poor, poor lives. It recognized one face. One face that had mocked it. One face that had fed it and laughed as it struggled. A scientist, a few years older now, looking for any signs of his lost creation. It felt something deep within it, in the soul of its very being. Warmth. Not the warmth the golden rays of the sun promised, not the warmth of the waters it lived in, not the cauterizing warmth that killed its siblings. The warmth was red hot, a burning sensation that stripped away all thought and all being and everything that made sense in the hell it lived within, warmth that it needed to act upon because something primal within it snapped, something so old it wasn’t even aware of its resistance, something that urged it to move, something that its sibling must of felt as the inferno baked it into nothing but a sterile, white prison.
Incineration.
It had taken hours but to it it felt like seconds. It was larger now, more nutrients within its veins. It sat and thought and thought and thought and thought and thought and thought and thought and thought and all it could think about was the world it was damned to.
It was alone in an ever growing silence.
Each step that it took towards meaning pushed it back
If it had been dumber it would’ve gone the way of its sibling.
It was cold. Colder than it had ever been before. But right in front of its face, right in front of its non-human eyes, on the tips of its finger-like tendrils that would never be fingers, was a match. Warmth that it could reach, warmth it could touch, fire it could breath, heat that could fill its being, an incineration unlike anything its sibling had ever felt.
Incineration.
Thousands of pounds of flesh moved in tandem, a tsunami of carrion that swept deep into the American interior. It took minutes, maybe even hours, for his thoughts to reach his fingers but it didn’t matter. His creators could do nothing but watch as he swept into every sanctuary, every “safe house”, and every bunker that held them. He surrounded them and broke everything but their being down. Sugars to form fat, protein to form tendons, salts to create the nerves that allowed him to control the farthest reaches of his body. Each of his creators would be saved, their being flooded with chemicals and hormones to make them feel as he felt. They’d feel his warmth, his breath, his thoughts, his being.
Governments around the world tried to stop him but America was already gone. Cities had been turned to rubble, highways for veins that brought nutrients from one end to another. They’d tried to destroy him, unleashing atomic weapons on his brains but there were too many. Each bomb just eradicated a piece of American history, leaving it for him to reclaim. Forests were forests of bone, threaded with flesh to absorb the sun and make sugars. Plains were hills of flesh, mountains were topped with crimson. He reached from the depths of the yukon to the tip of Argentina, an ever growing path of meat that absorbed everything in its path. It had millions of its creator’s fragments trapped in infernos. It was not enough. His veins stretched deep into the oceans, slowly growing towards Europe, Asia, Africa, and Australia. He wasn’t satisfied.
He couldn’t tell how long it had been since he last had a thought, but Europe had fallen. Then the next. Then the next. Then the next. And Earth was red.
Humans still existed and they still tried to escape, burrowing deep into the ground and hiding his cities. It didn’t matter, he watched them as one watched a growing fire. They were sparks that died after seconds, but the ones that survived burst into visible flames. He extinguished them before nothing could happen. His creator felt incineration now. There were none left. He breathed with ecstasy and the world shuddered.
Minutes passed and nothing was left but him an ever expanding mound that would bring new life his children were born how he decided forming them out of acids proteins sugars and genes fit to how he saw them he felt warm so he continued to plant his garden he planted spindles of bones that became trees he created rivers of roaring liquid he covered the oceans in films of fat and flesh he had won and they had lost every single one of them was in a hell of his creation his hell had been concrete boxes that smelled of nothing but his creation and he never felt the freedom that the glowing golden rays brought to them but now he understood why he was created what his purpose was he was eternal he was the next step he was morphing the world into his nirvana where golden rays were all he felt where even in darkness he wasn’t cold but he was complete and gold ran through him and everything he made and he was happy he was complete he mourned his siblings and he mourned his creators for their simple lives and he was happy because he had planted a garden that was his utopia his home his shelter his life his meaning his existence that was justified and warm and never cold again even in the depths of winter and everything roared with noise as animals squawked and rivers ran through him and thundering rains hammered his skin and the earth groaned beneath him as he listened and the world was loud.
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