It is a August 21st, 2012 and it is now time to talk of the revolution.
My name is Jakejake. It is not a name given to me by my mother but rather one that garnished my appearance in the electronic world. When first christened with this mane I struggled to shake it off like a hated high-school nickname but I learned to grasp such a thing directly and thus turn what I used to think was an insult was truly a title that I or anyone else could be proud. And so I am Jakejake.
I know about the floors under your feet. Not just the simple dirt that may be found under a tree in such a pleasant late summer morning or even just the bare concrete that seems to be smooth but really is bolstered with iron so not to easily break under the weight of a truck bringing electronic toys to train the next wave of warriors. Some people might call them Christians. Some people may call them Jews, or Muslims or Hindi or even atheist. It does not matter as I will instruct each on how to properly lay the sub-floor with proper mastic and concrete nails.
But under your feet—be it resilient vinyl flooring or wood slats or even carpet there is an underlayment. Sometimes of wood or others of concrete or even an exotic plastic that has only existed since the time of one's birth held steadfastly to the whirling planet as it rips through space towards it's ultimate destruction. Beneath the wood and concrete and even packed earth lies rock and below the rock turns into liquid and if we lay upon the grass on such a fine August morning we can feel it percolate. Try it now if you don't believe me.
It might be said that Jakejake wants to make money for his words or even that he is a prophet. The truth is neither for the love of money is the root of evil—and reader take note—the love of money so in this way love is a bad thing. Jakejake likes money but does not love it and therefore is not inclined to evil as he knows it.. And for being a prophet I may smile smugly for a moment as if accused of being a righteous person but I know that I cannot call myself a prophet no matter what my desire is for that is something left to happen after my death.
But in reality I am a prophet. Not just of one god or one man or even one life but rather a prophet for all. I invite those who are frustrated at my words to stone me or treat with contempt as I am the very prophet that I cannot claim. But the fact of the matter is that I feel like a prophet and so will carry myself accordingly.
Ahead—from this point forward, now comes a description of a revolution—a revolution in human thought. A description of the next step for mankind, a blaze for the trail ahead.