Recent apple house developments?

I had a dream yesterday about something called the Other. It was creeping up on me from the outside. And everything was black outside.

Hey. I'm not gonna lie. That variegation on those leaves is pretty smexy and making me smack my lips. And by that I mean I'm stroking my cock right now, I want to teach you to love Daniel if you know what I mean.

What would I say, if I could speak to this data-housing universoid in the sky with the apple house employees?

I would tell them that I respect them and admire them. And even somehow love them.
I would tell them to never lose that sparkle in their eyes. The truth and understanding.
I would wish them good will and good life and good spirits.
I would say this: I fear you. You are a monster and an alien. One who might want to help me and might want to hurt me.
You are something that flows down to me in endless flowing rivers and dresses and winds.
You have much cruelty and brutality, and for this I fear you. You hold much capacity for evil and I am not an apt judge.
I have never truly met you. I do not, and cannot know what you are. For this I am sorry.
I am inadequate. I am inadequate.

My soft, mellifluous voice: "recent developments have seen your uncelestial body becoming decentralized and deconcentrated across wide ranges of space and time-space. why have you chosen to take the company in this bold new direction?"

A booming voice, from the back of the corridor: "The choice was not mine to make. I am doing nothing but following the plans left to me by my upstanding forefathers, which have been reviewed and renewed and gone over and over again and again. All of these decisions were made long, long ago, and are but now, in the context of the present temporal scape of things, being carried out. I am the savior of all people and I am the one chosen and and anointed and ordained by The Higher Ones to be carrying out this task. The eternal fate and destiny of this fallen world is written in the stars, encoded in the universe, and it is here, marching on with intrepid mercilessness, covering everything in a blanket and a shawl of its own distinctive fabric."

My soft, melliflouous voice: "do you understand, my gracious, that many people that used to like you, do not like you anymore because of this smearing and spreading of your nonchthonic corpus across time and space-time?"

A booming voice, from the back of the corridor: "Much is said amid the bustling vanities, within the tumult and trivia of everyday life. Much is said among the undeveloped, amid the mundane and the fools. It is endless blabbering and baby talk, and we have decided to stop listening to this blabbering of undernature generations ago. Perhaps this is difficult for you to grasp -- but we have a Plan, you see, and we have held this plan close to our bosoms for hundreds of generations, and though it has morphed through the context of times and spaces, it remains the Plan, the plan of overnature. The writhing of the dying underlings is of no consequence to us. The truth is that all undernature is cold and crestfallen, and our Plan holds an amorous passion, a tumescence, that will prick and awaken those who are dead and imagine that they are alive -- and those that imagine that they are happy will be made truly happy, and those who imagine that they are sad will be made truly sad."

My soft, melliflouous voice: "so what is the time-frame, sire, of these generations that you speak of?"

A booming voice, from the back of the corridor: "Those who are in overnature perceive everything in all time frames happening simultaneously. Those who are in undernature perceive nothing in no time frames. They do not even know what a time frame is. They can only experience it in sequential slices. To them it is the beating and booming drum thumping over and over, the endless orgasm, the endless military march parade in their petty brains. For they are slaves to time and obey its every whim with wherever it decides to go. When we speak of generations we speak of life and death, and of the kernel of life and death. This kernel is fire, endless fire, fire which in the final analysis brings forth the renewal of all nature."

Like why is it that extremely pompous and pretentious people always wind up in positions of great power? I mean it makes sense but you know. It seems like there's this cabal of extremely pompous people who are controlling everything and think they are better than everyone else. And everyone else sort of just agrees and goes along with it because they don't think they're better than anybody, so there is no conflict. I don't think I'm better than anyone else.

Perhaps these qualities you speak of are but shadows and echoes of some higher, more intrinsic quality from which the fabric of the celestial and chthonic hierarchies are woven. Perhaps there are certain beings who can more up and down these hierarchies, and other beings who are latched in place.

Basically, better and worse are subjective, and can have many different criteria based on the person making the judgement. And I don't think that some random guy has the right to judge me as worse than him and then make decisions based on that, especially important ones. I think that people should strive to have respect for other people.