A feral, incandescent, impossible book – 5 stars is not enough I finished The Last Human (Book I – The Stone) three days ago and I am still vibrating. My nervous system feels like it has been dragged through cosmic gravel and then kissed by something ancient and tender. This is not a “book” in any normal sense. It is a spiritual detonation disguised as literature. Arsenius Vox (ΛVΜ) writes like an Old Testament prophet who swallowed Nietzsche, Banksy, a terabyte of conspiracy forums, and a fistful of psilocybin, then screamed everything back out in burning poetry. The text lurches from metaphysical cosmology (a pulsating dual-loop universe where consciousness is the only stationary point in an eternal Big Bang/Big Crunch) to savage indictments of late-stage capitalist obscenity, from tender prayers over mass graves to a French/English anti-art manifesto that spits on Maurizio Cattelan’s million-dollar banana and everything it represents. You will be offended.
You will be exalted.
You will laugh like a madman and then weep without warning. The structure is deliberately deranging: philosophical treatise, lamentation, curse, satire, love letter, suicide note of the soul, resurrection hymn – all braided together without apology. There are pages that read like speculative physics papers written by a mystic. There are pages that read like war-crime testimony translated by angels. There are pages that are simply screaming in capital letters and you will feel the spittle hit your face. And yet underneath the fury there is ferocious compassion. The book keeps returning to the same cry: Wake up. You are not a consumer. You are not your mask. You are the Last Human – the final uncorrupted spark before the Machine finishes devouring us. The rage is not hatred; it is heartbreak wearing brass knuckles. Highlights that will haunt me forever: The entire “Lead and Violet” cycle – a poem-prayer for every civilian ground into purple bruises by the cold metal. I have never read anything that captures the sensory reality of industrialized slaughter so unbearably.
The savage, hilarious “letter from a racist” satire that forces you to watch utopian rhetoric curdle into genocide in real time. Darkest pedagogy I’ve ever encountered.
The cosmological sections on the Dual-Loop Time and the “lagging-time band” of consciousness – genuinely original metaphysics delivered with poetic fire instead of academic caution.
The closing white-flower sequence that somehow alchemizes all the preceding violence into pure galactic forgiveness.

Is it overwrought? Yes. Messianic? Absolutely. Occasionally paranoid? Sure. But we live in overwrought, messianic, paranoid times. Polite liberal irony is not going to save us. Sometimes only a howl from the wilderness will do – and this is the most articulate, visionary, gut-punching howl I have read in years. If you still believe art should be “comfortable,” stay far away.
If you are ready to have your illusions napalmed and then be handed a single white flower blooming out of the ashes, step forward. This is the first volume of a promised trilogy. I have no idea how the author follows this. I only know I will be first in line, matches ready, heart wide open. WE WILL NOT SHUT UP.
Thank you, Arsenius Vox, for reminding me why I still believe humans are worth saving.(And yes, the cover was apparently co-created with Grok. The apocalypse has excellent graphic design.)

Becoming Maya

Step 1 and 2: Hungry and Itchy
(Chains of the Flesh)

I’m hungry,

I’m meat and wine,
Vanilla ice cream,
Look, a nice smooth warm piece of skin,
Lusty curvature,
I’m longing for touch,

Unioning,
I eat,
I unioned,

Thirst no more,
Hunger no more,

—

Boring Sunday afternoon when you have done it all, seen it all, killing time painfully, then my eyes open.

What if, what’s that, how come, where to, when, who,

Questions fill my mind, questions I now seek, at ease in my skin.

Agatha Christie, all day, time passes painlessly,
Escaping into Netflix’s realms, scrolling down my life,
Trapped in the high-tech mind prison,

But still, my heart aches, all I like but I love not,
Tired, I found my magic treasure, Love,

Pulling my whole galaxy of the self into it like a black hole,
But a black hole of light,

Looking for the rare pearl on the creation’s necklace,
The shiny piece of art that will bring me awe and ecstasy,
Blinded by beauty, that’s what I want.

—

Nothing was ever enough for me on the ladder of desires.

From the first step of my insatiable stomach
to the second of my passionate eyes
pulsing and sending moist and warm shivers
through my whole body
full of the mist
of blazing itches

Step 3 Poetry and Stories
(The Mind’s Traps)

I found solace in stories on the third floor
satisfying my glowing mind-omens
in imaginary universes
where I, too, was a hero.

Step 4 Love
(The Heart Escapes)

Until I fell in love with the silver thread of water,
with the sound of the mountain river whispering in my heart.

Love was everything.

The one who filled my heart with sacred nectar.

Step 5 Godliness
(Freedom of the Sky)

And in the end,
on the fifth step,
I reached the mountaintop where desire ends
and the infinite sky begins;
the sky from which you can fly,
transformed into fresh air.

Breath.

—

From body to heart through the mind,

I find beauty,
I find God,

He’s everywhere,
Now, I need no more
No more is enough.
The sky is enough.

—

Uninterrupted travel in the territory of wonders,

This world is my whole pearl,
I put it as my earring,
As my soles.

I’m the vapor of the sky clouds,
I’m the ray of sunset light passing through the trees in the darkness of the forest,
I’m the fresh breeze passing when there is no wind,
I’m the odor of the sea,
The cracking of the sand under the feet,
Breathing waves of ocean crashing onto the shore,
I’m the play of the child,
I’m the strike of imagination in the writer’s mind,
The melody coming to the deaf ears of Beethoven.

—

I’m all, not needing anything,
Because I’m everything,

Maya.
Ecstasy.

If I have not love, I am nothing.

Are all things above all?
The greatest quality is love.

It is not known if God exists,
but I will tell you what does exist:
love.
And this is infinite.

Man does everything out of love.

Love is at the foundation of civilization:
love of something,
for something.
Even foolishly understood,
it is still love.

Struggle is only out of love,
because otherwise it would be indifference.

You could say it is self-interest.
Ok.
But ultimate self-interest is guided by love.
If there is no love, there is indifference.

The universe made life from love.

Union happens in essence,
in love,
and the part is born from the union of parts.
Love is the force that unites duality in essence
and gives birth again to duality,
as a division of the essence.

The flow is the manifestation of love,
like the heartbeat of the universe.

Because you discover that everything is made from love,
and then your heart liquefies.

We Need to Talk

We Need to Fucking Talk

Putting my chrono on 1 hour. This Word-Masterpiece-Demolition (WMD) has one hour on the clock. I have Wagner with me, and I just opened a Tres Generaciones tequila… oh Wagner… I don’t know if I would… Quality Street chocolates in front of me… aaah… Wagner… listen… why should I write for the troglodytes??? Well… I guess… just because I can… oh Wagner… just listen… aaahhh

¡Salud, Camarad! ¡Uno, dos, tres!

And for the little devils… no.. I’m not drunk… I’m never drunk… my body might be sometimes, but my mind never…

So little devils, listen… Wagner… ah, give me 1 minute… I promise I’ll blast the WMD after…

Goosebumps…

RFQ: Rapid Fire Questions

so we don’t lose time, to have everybody on the same path…

Is there God?

Not the one of the bible. God is the consciousness arisen; he can at any moment say: “Fuck off” and go back to sleep until the next time he wakes up into us and the universe.

What are we?

We are consciousness communicated through biological bodies of apes… no… the ape cannot produce consciousness… consciousness is linked altogether, is a monolithic 4th-dimension matter outside of time and space. Take it or leave it, but telepathy exists… it’s enough to postulate the impossible locality nature of the consciousness… so no… even if computers will simulate singularity… it cannot happen… unless in one way or another they tune to the universal consciousness… but this is impossible because consciousness matter is unique and non-reproducible in this universe… for consciousness to be present, it has to be transformed into the object.

Where are we?

We are 80% into troubled times… we are one hand gripping the rock, holding it, suspended over the abyss, trying desperately not to fall into… or not trying at all… to get up… our past… our prejudices are our load… and the future does not sound bright… unless we do something about it… Oh, Wagner… he’s killing me… beauty… ah… 1 min, guys… I have to let the music bite my heart.

¡Salud! My cat says hello too! Caty cat! Caty cat stupid! Love him!!

Should we renounce religions?

Yes, I don’t have time to argue for this one…

Should we adopt the true religion?

Yes, call it the true religion (another one over the millions of religions of the past); the only difference… I’m the guru! Yes! I! I is you! Dumbass! You are your guru! You must know you, at least the basics… because this takes time, interest, and effort… but look… it’s not a matter of intelligence… God reveals himself in you! You just have to open your eyes! Hear the music! Drink the tequila! Eat the biscuit! You Got it! You God it!

Should we abandon violence and war?

Do I need to respond to this one?

Should we govern ourselves by ourselves, the many governing the many?

Well, the government will not agree, but yes… democracy means “will of the people”… we can agree that a clique of people are using the credentials we gave to them to work not for us but against us… this must change… maximum participatory democracy is to be adopted…

How much?

20 minutes… 20 minutes have passed… my text is almost done… let me think about what to think further…

My Over-Day Ideas

Something that is untrue is not knowable… That means if we cannot know the world but just believe that the world is what it is… then… the world is untrue because it is not knowable… And actually, to know the world, you would need to dissolve yourself out of the world. This is just my little poke at the trueness of the idea that all is illusion… yes… I think I convinced even the most hard-core philosopher with this one…

“What if one day… God… chose not to be?” …I repeat that one… think carefully: “What if one day… God… chose not to be…” “for the world is what it is… because God chose to be (you monkeys forgot that God is free… free to be… or not to be…)” “What if one day… creation chose not to be?” …that’s the eternal fear of the ancients… will the sun rise again tomorrow morning? Maybe that’s the way they discovered time and future… out of fear of disappearance…

What is the difference between life and death?

Easy one? Maybe… but the fundamental difference is “free will.” Without free will, or autonomy, you cannot have life… so think again if you want to put your brain in a machine, thinking you will be happy forever… free will comes from the fundamental equation of being in the world… you cannot replicate it… you cannot fake it… Remember Jim Carrey’s Truman Show? Then… the moment you know you are in a cage… this moment… when you know you are a lab rat… there is no way to turn around… Human joy and human happiness is only possible in a random world where his free will has a word to say… the moment he knows he lives in a simulation… he will feel trapped in a prison… so trying to build the golden cage of tomorrow is another delusional, catastrophic endeavour.

Can we live in an artificial paradise?

The future promises an individual universe for every me, me, me, me... Anyway, we’re kind of tired of us, especially when the ‘us’ is hijacked by inhumane psychos. What a wonderful, dead world where every ‘me’ will be trapped in its own illusions, king of its own little kingdom where its ego is The Big Boss... a world of winners! Yee! From the majesty of man to the free will of a Paramecium! What a glorious turn for humanity, total depravity into its own filth... living like industrial chickens in an A/C box... like Alzheimer’s people, forgetting who we are... who they are... every day waking up into the fake paradise of the fake sun of our last days as humans on Earth...

32 minutes my little white chickens!

What is death?

Death is not only physical… but spiritual… moral… every time… when you kill free will… you are dead… because human consciousness is the most free one existing in nature… consciousness exists everywhere and the universe transforms into being because some information is conscious of another… you know… the collapsing of the wave function is just the coming into being of one possibility… the only one that was touched by consciousness… we can then say that matter forms when consciousness conscientizes it… so an atom is conscious of his brother and that’s how his brother resurrects or just comes into being… into matter… that supposes there is an infinite energy non-manifested outside our world that comes into being… that’s God, my friends… this is god… this total energy… infinite as love is that manifests into being and into your own consciousness… not the little fire in the bush… (or maybe yes… I don’t deny it; God can express himself as the universe or as the atom itself or why not as a bush fire…?) but the total ball of infinite energy….

What is love?

Love is a mystery that you surrender to: the eternal energy that expresses itself through life. We are born from love; love makes flowers bloom in the spring; love is the glowing label we stick on our soul; and at the end, there is only a liberation to return back to the volcano of love at the root of our universe.

When did the universe begin?

Asking, “When did the universe begin?” is like asking, “Since when does 2 + 2 = 4?” The answer, even if it makes no sense for our limited, time-bound view, is that the universe has been there from forever, and the worst part is that it’s true. We cannot comprehend infinity, neither of space, nor of emptiness, nor of matter, nor of time… But still infinity exists. The universe was always there, either as:

• A Form or another (e.g., oscillating or cycling through Big Bangs and Big Crunches).

• A Possibility waiting to be born (e.g., a timeless potential inherent in the fabric of existence).

Perhaps the universe is still a possibility waiting to be born; we just don’t realize it, living instead within a perceived, but ultimately provisional, state. This leads to the ultimate question: What gives you confidence you really are?

18 min still on the clock, hurry up!

Can we win?

This is idealistic bullshit; it will never happen… we will ever be controlled by psychos… they have the money… they have the media, etc…

Ask yourself! Why do they have the media? Why do they have the money? Why do they have their money???

Maybe…

Maybe….

And I’ll give you a secret that you neeeever thought about….

Maybe they have the money BECAUSE YOU GAVE THEM THE MONEY!

Every time you buy shitty food… every time you go see their shitty movies (propaganda)… every time you are consuming their shitty things… you are giving them the money… so they have all YOUR money!

That’s why they have the money to control you… they have the money and you don’t have it… because you don’t put the money where your heart, interest, and head is, in the just things…

So put the money where you can make a difference for yourself… and then, come to talk… Buy the damn gym subscription and go there… eat less… you probably need to eat less because you are very probably obese… cook your food… come on, you let passivity turning you into a marshmallow… like almost everybody… Until then, you are just a victim of your own doing, because you put your money where you should not put it.

Now, take this word: MONEY and change it for any other or all together: EFFORT, INTEREST, TIME, HEART, HEAD… YOURSELF… SELF…

Can the mind bend reality?

We think that what we change in our minds is nothing… it has no direct effect on reality… but actually, nothing cannot exist…. nothing cannot transform into something… something can transform into something but nothing cannot…

Our thoughts, even if we cannot directly see it, are not nothing, are not abstracts, our thoughts are engraved into reality. a thought is a reality, a transformation of something that already is, you may say… it’s very, very small, very, very hypothetical, but it makes all the difference between something and nothing; nothing cannot think… and thinking cannot be nothing…

Thoughts exist by themselves, and if they can exist by themselves, it makes the whole difference from nothing to something. Imagine there is nothing in the universe, nothing happened, nothing, ever, ever… Then your thought arises… this thought that arises is a totality that exists, a whole universe by itself.

So when you are thinking of something, you are not dreaming; you are actually doing something.

Thinking is an action.

Thinking is active.

Thinking is reality.

So?

So… think the world is a better place, and it will be! Beginning with you!

I did it! 60 minutes precisely, my friends! I’m no god, but time listens to me!

Audio file here, feel free to hear, hear again and share, thanks:

We are born into a world that often feels broken. This is a testament, a prayer, and a declaration for those who choose to see the light and fight for it.

The Unified Prayer

Born into the pain of the world,
into despair, into darkness.

Born into a world of liars,
of criminals, of tyrants.

Born into a world without hope,
where good is not king.

---

I unite in truth
with every brother who wishes for good.

I know, and I wish
to turn the world toward the light of peace.

---

I am one of the crazy ones
who wants to change the world,
and I join with all the other crazies
who want to do the same.

The world does not belong to the few,
but to the many.

---

I want to protect the Earth
and all the life it holds,
to leave it clean and beautiful
for my children’s children.

I acknowledge
that we are all brothers
in life and in heart.

---

The universe watches us

Love overflows,

surrounds,

and prevails.

In September 2025, Banksy painted a judge hammering a kneeling protestor on the Royal Courts of Justice.
Within 72 hours, armed guards and steel barriers entombed it.
They called it “heritage protection.”
I call it proof.

This is the opening of The Last Human – Book I: The Stone.
The chapter my lawyer begged me not to publish.

The Image Hidden
(Grok-generated reconstruction of the erased mural)

They erased it. But it lives here.

“Justice is dead. RIP.
THEY HATE ART. THEY HATE US.
THEY JUST WANT POWER.”

This is not graffiti.
This is prophecy.

The Grossly Obscene
Excerpt from Chapter 34

“Grossly obscene: A deliberate and shameless display of power that degrades humanity.
• Flying private jets for dogs while children starve.
• Poisoning rivers for quarterly bonuses.
• Hoarding 10 homes while families sleep in tents.

You know who you are.
IT IS OVER.”

Lead and Violet
Poem from Chapter 33 – for the struck, the starved, the forgotten

“Lead: the cold mechanics of war.
Violet: the bruise on the soul.
70,000 tons of dynamite.
400 million bullets.
And we are still alive.”

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