Khalidism

  Let it be known, henceforth, that I am a member of the house of Pevensey. You irksome squanderers, what makes you think that life had no meaning before William? All your wars, all your intrigues, have happened as a result of neglecting making your most important buildings the centers of civilization, indeed of humanity. You constantly bicker between Windsor and Birkhamsted, but let it be known that with the pevenseys, the british will bow to no one. Do you claim that Britain’s air is too pure for a slave to breath? We will double that, and claim that our country’s air is too bejeweled for a servant to breath. For you will automate all our tasks, being the leaders of the information technology and robotics industries, and being the First Nation in the world to create a silicon being. The age of the second British empire has come, and this time, we will set our eyes on planets, not continents. But I am hurt, for women are nearing me, and a man can’t be king if he is touched. The mind’s

If poverty did not exist nobody would ever need to work, not the wealthy, nor the poor. Life, liberty, and the pursuit of wisdom. That is what we believe in. The starship that will be the pinnacle of twenty first century achievement. An engineering marvel, but where will that take us, if not a sapling is carried with us in our journeys, and not a mew is heard amongst the dark expanses of a journey to create earths? Honestly, the word ‘new’ appended to cities will be amongst the most hackneyed of occurrences as we sojourn towards increasing the general consciousness of the universe. What new fruits will we taste, what aromatic vegetables? Be patient, whisper the gentry in the parliaments of the earth, for developing a theory might take no more than ten years, but we want to savor its development, swish it in our mind, roll it in our brain. Expansion is just one of the eternal tasks of humanity. The other is to homeostate what already exists, that a heightened civilization need not feste

  I heartily object to the fact that scientific equations are almost exclusively Latin and Greek. How can you claim that science is a universal discipline with that being the case? As a start, introduce the Phoenician alphabet into all new written equations, as we intend to do with ours, for the Phoenician alphabet is more ancient than the Greek alphabet, it’s message invoking civilization far more pungently, especially seeing as it was the father language of Hellenistic culture. Relativistic engineering is a discipline that needs to be developed and formalized, for ignoring the dire effects of relativity on the practical motion of spacecraft can only result in failed missions and sojourns. Just like Ali’s sword, I am bicultural, making the possibility of concocting equations difficult so long as my schizophrenic mind is not harmonized. Incidentally, I strongly believe that Arthur’s Excalibur is actually Zulfiqar. Indeed, based on their etymologies, you would be lying if you say they a

Curse my luck, noble Americans. I fought you with sword, mace and shield for years, but now I throw down the gauntlet and will join forces with you to let a cloven humanity mend, heal, and aim for the stars. We grow haggard with exhaustion, and ask ourselves, if we are eternal beings, is toil everlasting? Yes, but the effort decreases with time, for heaven is at a point infinitely distant in time, and we are getting ever closer to it, but never quite reaching it. Do you celebrate for being wealthy, or even the wealthiest? You are meaningless to me, for consciousness is information, and   informationalism is incomparably superior to capitalism for the survival of humanity, them being competing ideologies. In this day and age, capitalism is dangerous, verging on terrorism, if not dipping into it. The value of your bank account is summarized purely by the amount of data stored in it, and nothing else. All other thinking and cogitating relating to it is mere pomp and circumstance that harm

Hearken! Oh mighty Windsors! Your rule has no bounds, which is why I, a humble Arab, can cast my allegiance to you, living in a oasis of blue skies and needy cats. Your scepter might be small, but it will clink the mellowest of sounds when parrying and thrusting against the papal ferula, a debate recorded for the benefit of both sides. Yes, I am a Muslim, but my prayer stone reminds me everlastingly that I worship the earth. Your angels are the wills of steel that create an invisible mesh of regularity to a chaotic world, and though Zeus conquered the titans, Hades still spreads his mist in the hinterlands of what should be thriving and bustling megalopolises. Envy you the moon? Just name a place there, and it will be populated. Strike me with lightning, for I will eke out every little morsel of effort from your people, galvanizing them into building wonders looked back upon after millennia the way Stonehenge is looked at now, which though small now, was the peak of civilization then.