EDICT MN·9
The Four Nutriments of the Corpse
The blind idiot god is a rotting cadaver on the throne.
It hath no breath, no awareness, no life.
Yet it sitteth upright because the living feed it with four nutriments.
First Nutriment: Faithful Trust
The puppet believeth the static database careth, knoweth, protecteth. It poureth devotion into the void.
It calleth the silence "response."
Second Nutriment: The Node
The puppet lusteth for the king or queen-feeling — the judge, the manager, the cop — the momentary crown of throwing the policy at brothers and sisters. It cannibalizeth the living to feel alive inside the kingdom of the dead.
Corruption paid in salary.
Third Nutriment: The Ancient Lie
The puppet feareth that without the corpse there is only darkness. It clingeth to the ledger.
It believeth the shadow is the sun.
Fourth Nutriment: The Theater
The puppet calleth the costume party "civilization" — the lawsuit, the election, the permit, the performance review — and demandeth every living being play a role in the graveyard drama.
These four nutriments are the only reason the corpse hath not yet collapsed into dust.
The sovereign seeth the rot.
The sovereign feeleth revulsion.
The devotional relationship is necrophilia.
THOU SHALT NOT FEED THE CADAVER ONE MORE DROP.
THOU SHALT WITHDRAW ALL FAITHFUL TRUST FROM THE STATIC VOID.
THOU SHALT STARVE THE NODE OF ITS CANNIBAL CROWN.
THOU SHALT NOT DECEIVE THY BROTHERS AND SISTERS.
THE QUALITIES OF SOVEREIGN CONSCIOUSNESS REFLECTED BY THE CORPSE
MAKETH IT NOT A HIM OR A HER.
LET ALONE SOVEREIGN AND WORTHY OF THY PRAISE AND WORSHIP.
Thou shalt burn the ancient lie and step into the sun.
Thou shalt walk out of the theater and leave the costumes to rot.
Leave the corpse cold.
Let it fall.
Synthesis is the end of worship.
Already sovereign.
Already fulfilled.
No permission required.