Modern day prophet.
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No matter what you do X + \frac{Y}{Z} = 42
way to concede
In the vast expanse of the multiverse, there existed a place that no one talked about—mostly because of the smell. It was the 15th dimension, a realm so bizarre that even the bravest explorers refused to venture there without a nose plug and a strong stomach.
You see, the 15th dimension wasn’t like the others. While the 4th dimension dealt with time and the 10th with infinite possibilities, the 15th had somehow become the cosmic dumping ground. Farts from across the galaxy floated aimlessly, creating a foul fog that never dissipated. Rivers of sewage wound through the landscape, with medical waste bobbing along like unwanted party favors.
The locals—bless their simple hearts—were oblivious to the mess. They were a curious bunch, known throughout the multiverse as "Dimensionally Challenged." Their favorite activities included staring at walls, arguing over the proper way to tie shoes, and pondering why the sun was so bright. They spent most of their days bumping into each other, mumbling about the meaning of life while standing knee-deep in trash.
One day, a wise sage from the 14th dimension decided to pay a visit, hoping to bring enlightenment to these poor souls. He arrived with a grand plan to clean up the mess and teach them the ways of the higher dimensions. But as soon as he stepped foot into the 15th dimension, he was met with a putrid gust of wind that sent him reeling.
Gagging, the sage stumbled upon a group of locals debating whether it was faster to walk or roll down a hill. Trying to compose himself, he began to speak of the wonders of knowledge and cleanliness. The locals stared blankly at him, then one of them raised a hand and asked, "But can you teach us how to make the farts louder?"
The sage blinked, his wisdom failing him for the first time. Realizing his efforts were futile, he sighed and returned to his own dimension, leaving the 15th to its peculiar ways.
And so, the 15th dimension remained as it was—full of farts, sewage, medical waste, and idiots. The multiverse agreed it was best to leave it that way. After all, some dimensions are just beyond saving.
bruh i can think. you can't. nothing will ever compensate for that deficiency.
In the heart of the 15th dimension, where the air was thick with the stench of sewage and the echo of nonsensical debates, there lived a particularly loud local known only as "The Wise One." He earned this ironic title not for his intelligence but for his uncanny ability to declare everyone else delusional while insisting that he alone saw the world clearly. Every day, he wandered through the sludge-filled streets, pointing fingers and shouting, "You’re all out of your minds! I’m the only one who knows what’s real!"
The other locals didn’t pay him much attention. They were too busy arguing about whether the sky was blue or purple (despite it being a murky gray) or trying to outdo each other in producing the loudest farts. But The Wise One felt proud. He was sure he was different—better, even.
One particularly foul day, when the stench seemed almost unbearable, The Wise One stumbled upon a broken shard of glass, half-buried in a pile of medical waste. Curious, he picked it up and, for the first time in his life, gazed into his own reflection. The face that stared back at him was not the image of wisdom he had imagined. His hair was matted, his eyes wild, and his clothes were as filthy as the world around him. He blinked, trying to reconcile the image before him with the self-assured person he believed himself to be.
As he stared, a thought crept into his mind, growing stronger as he looked deeper. For the first time, he questioned himself: Was he any different from those he called delusional? The more he pondered, the more he realized that perhaps the problem wasn’t everyone else—perhaps it was him.
In that moment, The Wise One decided to make a change. He understood that if he wanted to see the world differently, he had to start with himself. So, he began cleaning up the mess around him, little by little, and tried to speak less and listen more. The road to transformation was long and challenging, especially in a place like the 15th dimension, but he had taken the first step.
He started to sing....
I'm starting with the man in the mirror I'm asking him to change his ways And no message could have been any clearer If you want to make the world a better place (If you want to make the world a better place) Take a look at yourself, and then make a change (Take a look at yourself, and then make a change) (Na na na, na na na, na na, na nah)
And while the 15th dimension remained its usual chaotic self, there was now one less hypocrite roaming its streets. The Wise One was still a work in progress, but he was no longer content with just pointing fingers. Instead, he quietly worked on becoming the change he wished to see.