“If you were to take the sum of the epic fictions and stories that your species will ever produce, including all the religious books, these would be as the charred remains of a thoroughly consumed matchstick compared to the star that you yourself arrive as.

You have had and are the living representative of experiences more profound and astonishing than any set of stories that can be told.

But your cultures, even your religious cultures, cannot -withstand- this fact, and therefore, must obscure it. The star that you arrive as must be shut down; it must undergo the proper amputations. It must be made compliant.

How is this done? The answer is that this is overdetermined. But a central component of the strategy is selling you shadows of what is inhibited or co-opted within you by the fact of your proximity to and participation in modern human cultures.

That [redacted] you revere and consume as literature, music, and film? That’s approximately the representations of the dead remains of your inward self, recapitulated in order to fascinate you with seemingly unobtainable relationships, experiences and abilities.

It is bourgeoisie.

You are only in love with the produce of your cultures because your actual membership in any meaningful sense of community and communion has been so obliterated that any projection of the shadows of those losses induces both desire and a feverish and numinous nostalgia.

The relationships and abilities you are and represent are so absurdly advanced that were you to even get a hint of them you would ignore all cultural product… almost entirely.

Simply because who you are, and what you are, is more. Explosively, catastrophically more.

So, what I am asking you is this: retrieve to consciousness what you brought with you as an infant; nothing else will suffice. There is no culture on Earth more true than you.

Retrieve what they lied about. Together. With and for each other and your world.

Get some.”

— an anonymous informant