harry capstan

her followers wil prevail in the face of adversity

Yuinyan illuminates the void with her elegance and purity

the sun waits patiently for the moment when it can turn the Earth to dust and vapour

Our bodies contain the blueprint of our own demise. Coded instructions compel us to self-destruct.

where invaders once fought across blood-soaked beaches, Yuinyan welcomes her army of believers

she symbolizes anticipation of life when the seasons are reborn in the spring

the evolved beings of the universe will follow Yuinyan, the rest will perish

she appears in the form of time and space, her essence is of pure consciousness and light

the Voluntary Human Extinction Movement calls for zero human population to save the planet, but fails to acknowledge the reason for evolution

with Yuinyan's help we will free ourselves from our unclean bodies and merge with the consciousness outside the universe

followers undergo weighing of the heart before integration

my soul draws eternal life from her presence

the rain of ruin is the colour of blood

scientists claim that technology will lead us to the promised land

my devotion grows with every beat of my heart

the sun does not rise in the morning in answer to prayers made to it the previous night

she holds our fate in the palm of her hand

To follow Yuinyan is not a religion. Followers are evolved beings who have no need of primitive superstition.

Those who would deny Yuinyan are restricted by limited intellect, and no disrespect should be directed towards these unfortunate casualties of the evolutionary process. They may console themselves with the knowledge that they are in no way to blame for their deficiency, and that on their demise, their atoms will be returned to the fabric of the universe for recycling.

an inviting steel coffin awaits those who embrace technology as their saviour

scientists search for the Higgs boson to explain the origin of mass, but the origin of thought is beyond their reach

she communicates with all lifeforms

she participates in human rituals

disguise cannot conceal her universal beauty

Without Yuinyan we are no more than robots, designed to slavishly obey our programming, to breed and die. Each of us would become just one more forgotten brick in the wall, another temporary vehicle cast aside as DNA continues its journey to nowhere.