The sum of the digits of 11/21/2021 happens to be nine, and expressed as 11/21/21, the sum is seven, which makes this an extremely powerful day. Anyone turning nine this year may be in for a hell of a run around the calendar, one for the record books. A seventh son born on this day could very easily one day rule the shattered remnants of this suicidal planet, and raise it from its sad ashes.
Of course the practicable significance of all this is zero. We will one day wake from all this ridiculous nonsense as though from a dark and distant dream.
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Till then, whatever entertains us, even for a second! Amirite? Is not entertainment our true God, venerated in the one true Temple? Always think how entertainment is just entrainment with a twist.
If only we had the freedom to think about something else, do something, anything. But that would run counter to our training. We are at our most profitable when receiving programming, going from training to training, in actual pain when not being actively stimulated by familiar patterns, resolutions, endorphin packets.
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Ok, whatever. Punchline goes here. Signing off. Russ Crowe in Gladiator meme. Right? Yes. Cool. Bye.
--JL
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