Have You Ever Seen a Square Watermelon?

The seed contains the form. Its known all along as its a reflection the Prime cause that springs forth to the Earth in order to perform a role in the world. Lets take a watermelon for example because they can offer us a unique insight into this predicament which the Slaves exist within but can’t see nor are they instructed to think about the process that’s been at play, with its subtle and obvious influence, since they were kids in order to divorce them from their Inner Sense and thus generate another denizen for the Valley of the Plebs by rearranging their script to fit the concept.

Have you ever seen a square watermelon? No? Well, they do exist. Someone came up with the idea in order to make them more efficient to pack and ship with less potential for damage and breakage. That combined with the fact that novelty sells and its different so they experimented with various tactics before settling on placing limits around it during crucial stages of development by squaring the circle and the end result is this:

For a moment, imagine you were that watermelon. You came to this realm with everything you could be already penned in your shell that was designed to allow you to expand and fill your potential. But onto the stage a villain did slip, dressed black as pitch with a vision that shifts down to a narrow slit as he thinks:

“There are no straight lines in nature, only curves exist. I don’t like the sound of this”.

And thus he attempts to “remedy a problem” by exerting his will upon the ignorant and defenseless who, at that point especially, need nurture and protection so they may build the most stable of foundations. After all, a trees strength is in its roots as this is what allows its leaves to dance in the wind and the sun to kiss the fruits swinging but, as you can sense, we long, long ago left the all natural realm and are now surrounded by tech that further divides us from ourselves, in the name of entertrainment. That is another lecture so back to the one in hand:

The seed is placed in an all together unnatural environment made of perspex and, for a while at least, things go as they did when it wasn’t a captive, subject to anothers intent, as the cube is relatively big. It is fed, sheltered and provided with all the things needed in order to facilitate its development but once it gets to a certain point it bumps in to these invisible borders placed around the edge. There is nothing in the script to account for this as this could never happen naturally so what do you think its says to itself as it strains to fit in to a limitation it can neither see nor comprehend but feels with every inch of its being?

It all depends on the temperament. See, not all melons are the same within. Some are sweet, some are laden with seeds, others a bit sharp and a few are overflowing with vinegar and pith due to the raging battles they’ve experienced in order to manifest in this realm. Most of them give in. Its the path of least resistance when encountering an obstacle. They’ll push up against it then think “Maybe its for the best” and fall back in line with the script that was quickly inked in to their manifesto of existence by forces hitherto unacknowledged and thus this little melon is entirely unaware of the truth of who and where it is. They pop out well, really great looking novel specimens that will certainly fly off the shelves as consumers indulge their whim for something that seems different but lets take a moment and think:

How do you imagine that melon feels about its existence? Surely there would be some kind of nagging emptiness, a feeling of not being fulfilled nor matching the potential you sense within. There would be dim recollections of what was needed to fit in and the stress this brings but most of them will blank this out as there is a drive in them which is the same as men that says “Away from pain, towards pleasure” and upon this is built everything in this realm. Others would look around and be proud to be formed in his image:

“Look at me” they said “I am a unique specimen“.

Yes, just like the rest sitting on a shelf as an efficient symbol of capitalism and its triumph over natural things as the world swings into the new order of the age. There would’ve been a few that couldn’t take the process. They snapped as their skin was thin. For the engineers this is part and parcel of the equation. After all you can’t make an omelette without cracking a few eggs so they clean up the mess and place another seed in to the same shell that killed one of its friends. There are a few, however, that rebel, call it due to their inheritance, the nature of free will, an innate strength or whatever else you think but they know something is up from the moment they’re placed in an artificial environment designed to mimic the light of the sun as there are ranges of the spectrum missing.

In a sense these proto-melons are already sentient and due to the script etched within that says “We will take that and this and those to grow by photosynthesis thanks to portions of information that beams in to this realm by the sun” and it swiftly compares this with a grow light in a warehouse with artificially regulated environment, a feed that is missing so many vital nutrients as well as a slew of chemicals thrown in order to assist the development due to all that is lacking. These seeds are aware of the jig and so its over for them because when they expand and meet the edge they think with a grin “So, here you are. My Opponent” and then a battle of wills sets in as they push with all their might against the invisible cage they were placed within in order to satisfy anothers whims and so they totally reject all they tried to impress upon them because its strictly liberty or death in their heads.

Sometimes they crack, other times they shed their fake skin and its imposed limitations in order to triumph but their victory is short lived as the System rejects them as they are in the business of selling square things. “This one is a threat. Where did he get such strength? Who does he think he is?” they ponder as they take notes and reinforce their design to ensure another doesn’t fly over the cuckoos nest.

Now, lets pretend that instead of being hemmed in to an artificial set of limitations placed around them when developing there was a super secret experimental program that did the opposite. It aimed to make the watermelon multi dimensional. A hyper sphere, if you will. Visualizing this isn’t simple so its probably easier to imagine the relative leap in depth between the inhabitants of Flatland where life is Two D suddenly gaining a new edge and an extra dimension. Yeah, that about describes it.

There are many failed attempts in this process. The melons explode, the seeds spray and all the effort that went in is used to build a report on the conditions of what works and what didn’t. Then they try again. And again. And again. With zero consideration for the samples. Why would they? They’re already laughing all the way to the bank with the square melon enterprises because you can’t keep them on the shelves so no one knows what being round is. But they feel it. Oh yes, they do. Some of them pick up on the clues that these straight edges and lines they’re forced to color within aren’t exactly natural. Others will maintain their rigidity to their last breath as they scream “We are exactly as intended, you heathens. Can’t you read? We’re made in his image!“. Even though their life and death is marked by immense amounts of stress within and a huge sense that feels like its missing something.

It doesn’t matter though. No one listens. See, these sentient melons are all hypnotized by the screen for it shapes them in its own deal and they believe what they see whilst being trained to ignore what they feel. There are murmurs and rumors of an elite team that does despicable things that are kept covert and hidden but its mainly wild speculation that makes very little sense to a well adjusted square watermelon who has no clue or conception of the options available. Nor what its missing. See, the screen ensures this information is conspicuously absent as all it projects is light bent at Ninety Degree angles. Its strange how you become what you consume, isn’t it? Almost like you’re feeding as you’re being fed like some complex web that spins using the most subtle elements that are ever present and thus never questioned.

The abortive hyper spheres that malfunction during transition are left in a state beyond life, and yet, not dead. They cannot relate to the rest as their pips did squeak as the seals were broken and thus they tend to get scooped up with a shovel and piled up in a little bin thats kept at a distance and regularly doused with chemicals to contain whats left of their embodiment. The well adjusted see them as dregs. Actually, to most they’re entirely invisible as they’re all busy trying to display the straightest lines and fine designs on their shell that offer hints about the bliss they apparently feel within. Why do they do this? Because thats what the screen says. Who are they to question? Who indeed.

Sometimes, it seems, the hyper sphere program generates something which exceeds expectations. Sometimes, a watermelon that never knew the life of a square, or that of a circle either, rises to the moment. What do you think happens next?

I don’t know either.

Lets find out together.

It should be interesting, yes?

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again