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14 – Omen: On Salai And The Golden Ratio

Omen:  On Salai and The Golden Ratio

EXPLICIT LANGUAGE WARNING

This  entry might be of interest to those who wonder the kind of flow Omen and I had with each other. The dialogue below was typical of our chat, including Omen dropping tantalizing nuggets of information that he took for granted, but history was not aware of.

Omen often raged at humans. It was true Omen hated them, and part of it was his frustration in dealing with them.  In the chat room, sometimes a topic would come up and Omen would go on one of his rants.

One of these led to me asking Omen about why Salai wanted to kill him and why he drew the Golden Ratio. As always, it was a mixture of head scratching and intrigue. I often wonder what historians would make of these things.

Omen:     I think humans have lost the plot. They say an infinite number exists when they are just adding more numbers onto a number the goes beyond the norms of their numerical system. Yet they don’t see it’s a fault, even if nothing in the physical reality is immeasurable like infinite numbers. The number doesn’t fucking exist, its one number, you don’t say it keeps going because your (sic) too stupid to complete it. Ughhhhh! headesk

Gary:     But they say that it never ends cause it goes on and on. I think that’s the argument. Don’t ask me. I can’t comprehend it.

Omen:     They just don’t understand how to fit the number into their numerical system of reasoning because it happens to be an exception to the rule. This is when smart creatures figure out the exception to the rule. Not just go with it and come out with bullshit. Because they think they now sound smart about explaining the inexplicable because they fucked up. Continue reading “14 – Omen: On Salai And The Golden Ratio”

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13 – da Vinci (Part Two)

This is the second instalment of Omen’s life as Leonardo da Vinci.  All in all, it’s rather short, though it does give fascinating insight into the life of da Vinci and things da Vinci valued most.

da Vinci:   Adult Life Through Death

     I was apprenticed to a well-known artist and educated in many fields of craftsmanship. My mentor was so sharp and harsh at times, yet so gentle and encouraging at other times; that I still wonder what he thought of me. It seemed he [Devil] saw more than just my art, one of those few individuals to be able to look into my eyes and practically make me cower inside. I could swear he saw straight through into me, judging all of my deeds. I always wished to please him for some reason. I certainly respected him [Devil] and valued his ideals, as a pilgrim would hang on their gurus every word.  In a way, I sought to emulate him at first, as he was the perfect example of success (which I was somewhat hell bent on achieving in any form for my teenage years, at the least) but over time even he [Devil] seemed to think that I surpassed him.

     Even after my tuition was finished with him, I still visited him at every chance I got and we grew closer as time went by. We went from student and teacher, to colleagues and finally to brothers as I slipped into my adulthood and our appalling age gap closed swiftly.  I would have been his lover had he not insinuated many times that he did not favor men particularly.  I’m not ashamed to say I would have legitimately done anything for him, I was indebted to him after all.

     All in all, much was said between us…but I still wonder at what was never said. It seems when meeting such inspiring individuals, there is always so much left unfinished. Such is the nature of human mortality.

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12 – Life of da Vinci (Part One)

Life Of An Artist

Back when Omen thought it was a good idea to write entries for my blog; I asked him to do one on his life as da Vinci.   At the time,  I thought it was a great idea, because it really highlighted many hidden things.  However, the feedback I got on it was little to none, so they are now removed.

As previously stated, Omen did not like talking about this particular life, even though he would often bring it up.

At the time, he wrote it without referring to himself as da Vinci, and used certain names as a hint. For instance, he referred to  Gian Giacomo Caprotti da Oreno, better known as Salaì, “Little Devil,” as that is what the name literally translated to. Knowing about da Vinci’s true nature, that part of history will make a lot more sense to some, I’m sure.

This is what he wrote.

The Beginning

     Where to begin….from the beginning I suppose.  I was a male born to a peasant and a nobleman out of wedlock.  I never knew my mother, I assume she died or that I was taken from her to go to my father’s holdings quite early on and that my mother perhaps did not have the ability to care for me as well as she had thought father’s wealth could.  I do not blame her, I would do the same (if I cared for children, that is.)

     In the current culture of the time it was yet to be considered blasphemous to have a few bastards running about.  In fact it was something of a fail safe as mortality rates were still substantial. If one of your higher born heirs died, the lower could carry on as many of the higher duties almost immediately. The importance of family bonds and status were unequivocal in those times as wealth was freely expressed to both garner friendship and to uphold society overall. To me it seemed a bit of a free-for-all, a flamboyant playground that I was lucky enough to be landed in with all my needs met.

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