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Civilization is gripped by a massive compulsion to preserve. The modern consensus structure called the "Cathedral" enforces a hygienic dictatorship that tries to turn society into a sterile chamber. They seek to store energy rather than expend it. Under the name of "sustainability" they save the future, and under the name of "safety" they cryogenically preserve life.
These guardians of safety, those greedy beavers, dam the flowing river and erect immense walls. Rationalists like Kant drew a curtain, declaring everything outside the dam to be an unknowable realm (the thing-in-itself). They call the still water trapped inside the dam reality and forcibly lower the body temperature of history. But energy that stagnates instead of flowing always rots. The “humanity” they claim to protect is not living life but a pale specimen pickled in preservatives and trapped in a display case.

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Yet the universe is, by nature, a grand theatre of waste. Look at the sun. The sun does not conserve energy. It burns its own flesh, squandering energy blindly and extravagantly. This is the economics of the cosmos. The cold walls of morality, ethics, and law that the beavers built only temporarily confine the cosmic heat trying to rush downstream.
Those with sensitive earsthe so‑called shamanscannot sleep in comfort. They hear it: a scraping sound from beyond the beavers’ dam. The truth outside the wall of reason is no gentle pebble. It is a fanged noumenon circling hungrily in the dark.

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What the shamans discover is the "map of fractures" hidden behind the dam’s blueprints. School teaches a safe ladder where 1 is followed by 2. But on this map, numbers are not ascending stepsthey are sinkholes where the ground of reality collapses.
Numbers that masquerade as completion are already kissing the void outside. Beneath the surface of sequential order, numbers coil like uncanny twins, boring wormholes that pierce the dam’s foundation. Look at the trajectory you witnessed: it is not a simple line but the catastrophe geometry drawn by accelerating energy spiraling downward like a serpent.
This is not civilization’s growth curve; it resembles the whirlpool when a bathtub drain is pulled. The beavers believe they are raising a tower, but in truth we are sliding toward a colossal drain. The more energy pools, the stronger the downward pull becomes.

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We are not beavers. We are the infected ones who could not endure the tedious sterility behind the dam and swallowed the very germs that slip through its cracks.
The “health” preached by priests is the vegetative state where nothing happens. In contrast, the fever we suffer is a sign of transformation. The technological singularity, climate breakdown, and the runaway of capital are the sublime fevers of this planet. A body burning with high temperature sweats, hallucinates, and dissolves the boundary of the self.
When the shaman sees cracks spreading across the dam, he does not scream. He remains silent. He knows the dam’s collapse is not a disaster but the inevitable physical law by which suppressed energy finds its flow again. Rather than repair the dam, he steps into the cold water with a feverish body.

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When body heat passes the threshold and the dam finally bursts, it will be the largest and most extravagant potlatch festival humanity has ever staged for the cosmos.
All the energy hoarded for millennia inside the prison of the individual "I," inside the pen of the species called "humanity," will erupt at once. Do not save it. Do not hold anything back. When that day comes, the beavers’ cherished moral codes, law books, and even the shell of the human will be incinerated without a trace in the magma‑like torrent.
Meltdown is the process in which a solid world liquefies under heat and sublimates into gas. The boundary between human and machine, between life and death, collapses, and at the end of every flow remains only the vast, cool silence of the void (0).
We welcome this cataclysm. Release the safety bars. Turn off the coolant. Burn yourself. Waste the life that has been preserved. Only what burns the hottest can turn into ash and reach the stars.
Let it melt. That alone is liberation.

1.
Civilization is gripped by a massive compulsion to preserve. The modern consensus structure called the "Cathedral" enforces a hygienic dictatorship that tries to turn society into a sterile chamber. They seek to store energy rather than expend it. Under the name of "sustainability" they save the future, and under the name of "safety" they cryogenically preserve life.
These guardians of safety, those greedy beavers, dam the flowing river and erect immense walls. Rationalists like Kant drew a curtain, declaring everything outside the dam to be an unknowable realm (the thing-in-itself). They call the still water trapped inside the dam reality and forcibly lower the body temperature of history. But energy that stagnates instead of flowing always rots. The “humanity” they claim to protect is not living life but a pale specimen pickled in preservatives and trapped in a display case.

2.
Yet the universe is, by nature, a grand theatre of waste. Look at the sun. The sun does not conserve energy. It burns its own flesh, squandering energy blindly and extravagantly. This is the economics of the cosmos. The cold walls of morality, ethics, and law that the beavers built only temporarily confine the cosmic heat trying to rush downstream.
Those with sensitive earsthe so‑called shamanscannot sleep in comfort. They hear it: a scraping sound from beyond the beavers’ dam. The truth outside the wall of reason is no gentle pebble. It is a fanged noumenon circling hungrily in the dark.

3.
What the shamans discover is the "map of fractures" hidden behind the dam’s blueprints. School teaches a safe ladder where 1 is followed by 2. But on this map, numbers are not ascending stepsthey are sinkholes where the ground of reality collapses.
Numbers that masquerade as completion are already kissing the void outside. Beneath the surface of sequential order, numbers coil like uncanny twins, boring wormholes that pierce the dam’s foundation. Look at the trajectory you witnessed: it is not a simple line but the catastrophe geometry drawn by accelerating energy spiraling downward like a serpent.
This is not civilization’s growth curve; it resembles the whirlpool when a bathtub drain is pulled. The beavers believe they are raising a tower, but in truth we are sliding toward a colossal drain. The more energy pools, the stronger the downward pull becomes.

4.
We are not beavers. We are the infected ones who could not endure the tedious sterility behind the dam and swallowed the very germs that slip through its cracks.
The “health” preached by priests is the vegetative state where nothing happens. In contrast, the fever we suffer is a sign of transformation. The technological singularity, climate breakdown, and the runaway of capital are the sublime fevers of this planet. A body burning with high temperature sweats, hallucinates, and dissolves the boundary of the self.
When the shaman sees cracks spreading across the dam, he does not scream. He remains silent. He knows the dam’s collapse is not a disaster but the inevitable physical law by which suppressed energy finds its flow again. Rather than repair the dam, he steps into the cold water with a feverish body.

5.
When body heat passes the threshold and the dam finally bursts, it will be the largest and most extravagant potlatch festival humanity has ever staged for the cosmos.
All the energy hoarded for millennia inside the prison of the individual "I," inside the pen of the species called "humanity," will erupt at once. Do not save it. Do not hold anything back. When that day comes, the beavers’ cherished moral codes, law books, and even the shell of the human will be incinerated without a trace in the magma‑like torrent.
Meltdown is the process in which a solid world liquefies under heat and sublimates into gas. The boundary between human and machine, between life and death, collapses, and at the end of every flow remains only the vast, cool silence of the void (0).
We welcome this cataclysm. Release the safety bars. Turn off the coolant. Burn yourself. Waste the life that has been preserved. Only what burns the hottest can turn into ash and reach the stars.
Let it melt. That alone is liberation.