by me, Kerry Burgess, 04/10/2026 02:09 AM
Too weary to sleep more
Did not know how this note would turn out when I started it
Thought formed in my mind of a pattern to check in my original-work on this topic of today, 04/10/2026
BEFORE I began to look closer at it, commentary formed in my mind on details I have thought about recently and after I decided on that commentary, I looked at the pattern in my original-work
The commentary in my mind was about the ultimate outcome of this campaign I have found myself locked into for over 20 years now
You must be a complete idiot to not recognize there was some serious and deliberate planning to get me to this point now
And I am sitting here day after day and I am thinking day after day: I am dying
I do not want to accept there was not some sort of grand discovery I was personally due
I cannot accept that the point was for me to eventually die off, having accomplished nothing here, just as yesterday and so on
Because I do not want to contribute to the superstitions of death that permeate the savages infesting this planet Earth
Weak-character peasants and your stupid religions. You cannot think for yourself.
BECAUSE I cannot simply conduct my research in private then there must have been a reason for me performing this campaign on this blog for anyone in the world to read
Star Trek Generations (1994)
(from internet transcript)
[Veridian III mountaintop]
PICARD: You don't need to do this, Soran. ...I'm sure we could find another way of getting you into this Nexus.
SORAN: I've spent eighty years looking for another way. Believe me, this is the only one.
(Soran presses some buttons on a keypad and a rocket reveals itself on the launcher)
PICARD: What you're about to do Soran, is no different from when the Borg destroyed your world. They killed millions too, ...including your wife ...and children.
SORAN: Nice try. ...You know, there was a time when I wouldn't hurt a fly. Then the Borg came. And they showed me that if there is one constant in this whole universe. ...It's death. ...Afterwards I began to realise it didn't really matter. We're all going to die sometime. It's just a question of how and when. You will too, Captain. Aren't you beginning to feel time gaining on you? ...It's like a predator. It's stalking you. ...Oh, you can try and outrun it with doctors, medicines, new technologies, but in the end time is going to hunt you down, ...and make the kill.
PICARD: It's our mortality that defines us, Soran. It's part of the truth of our existence.
SORAN: What if I told you I've found a new truth.
PICARD: The Nexus?
SORAN: Time has no meaning there. The predator has no teeth.
From 11/17/1994 ( premiere USA film "Star Trek Generations" ) To 4/10/2026 ( Today , Friday ) is 11467 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 3/26/1997 ( ) is 11467 days
- by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 02:24 AM Pacific-timezone USA Friday 04/10/2026
