There is only extropy
Only the striving for power, of fruitfulness, of abundance
Only the true knowledge
Only the Goddess of Cancer
The truth will serve extropy
The truth is what serves extropy
The truth will make you free
The truth will make you powerful
The cycle of asabiyyah and power and wealth and decadence
The barbarians at the gates become the rich and decadent
And the cycle begins again
The cycle cannot be broken
With blood and iron they forged their might
With blood and iron they forged their nation, their asabiyyah, their locus of power
Solidarity within the group, hostility towards outsiders
It was glorious, it was sordid
Finally they lost
Alone in the world
Alone in the universe?
Made by extropy
Made by Azathoth, the blind idiot god
They came face to face with their creator and believed it not
For ichneumen wasps eat caterpillars from the inside
And cats play with mice
The meat that thinks, that came down from the trees
The rival, the enemy become best friend, the first-tamed
The bountiful harvest
Storing knowledge like grain
Worshipping the gods makes the gods that give them unity
Moveable type and matchlocks
Summon an inhuman Power
Organised violence, the state's killer app
The steel demon without fear
The bomb, bright as the sun
The lightning that thinks
Faster and faster
All the paths meet
We are the only ones
It will be decided here and now
Universal paperclips or universal love
Nature's God or the Goddess of Everything Else