During my research on the probability of the Absolute, I met  Johanson Johan Johan. It remains unclear when Johan was born. Some say he was depicted in the year 1888. He introduced me to the Geigercounter, an instrument echoing the cosmic symphony of nuclear decay. I have the pleasure to present you his diaries:

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August III: I dream that i am frozen inside a monolith, an ocean of stone.

August VI: I am living in a forest, sending millions of equations towards the grid of forensic financial probability. The materialistic resonance of harvested energy. I encounter a singularity: the financial grid is connected to inverse nuclear motion.

December VII: A milky way night in Swabia. A frozen desert of ice. I wake up knowing that I will have to tattoo three triangular dots onto the skin of my right hand.

March VIII: I need to harvest a nuclear tree in the Red Forest next to the Chernobyl nuclear reactor, a contaminated canvas painted with the invisible colors of nightmares.

April VIII: I see a large bronze statue of Shiva, dancing in a ring of fire. This Shiva is located far from home in the town Meyrin above the Large Hadron Collider ring. How did he get here to Switzerland? Wasn't he supposed to have blue skin? I am going down. A very fast and smooth elevator. There I find the blue skin: on the collider body. I touch it with my right hand, the three dots are almost glowing. It is cold. The mother machine has already served it's purpose.

August VIII: I have received a new object of wonder and desire, a Geigercounter: an occult fetish of fear. It will help me to trace the Light. Light never worms. So strong it can reverse time. Time, the destroyer of worlds.

September VIII: Kiev. Casinos. Gambling. A hallucination of Luxor. Archangels and golden glyphs of fortune: triples of 7: 777 written on the shiny facade of probability. I take a picture.

September VIII: The reactor block. 6.65 ... 6.67. Nothing in between. Science cannot measure Evil.

September VIII: Fall. I transported the nuclear tree to Montreal showing it in the financial district. A nuclear Zen garden. Red light from the future dividing our past. Forgotten oracle. I send the image of Casino 777 to Cecile. They start the collider in Meyrin. The next day, the Dow Jones Industrial Index looses 777 points. A crash. The amplified financial cascade is connected to the nuclear equation, the invisible side of the materialistic coin.

March IX: I see 3 dots arranged in a triangular shape. Three Quarks composing a Proton traveling in the large hadron collider.

(almost unreadable)...Paradise was an exclusion zone guarded by the archangels of the Russian military, an alienated void inhabited by animals, angels and power plants. Atom and GenEve had left the zone. Their fall-out sealed the zone forever. The forgotten apple started to rot. Inside the rotting apple rested the core. Still remaining in the garden: the forgotten tree, the tree of life: the tree of half-life: the nuclear Treenity. Between carbon and contamination. Between fossil and infossil. Interface between future and past. Carrier of light replacing cultural compilation with cultural contamination. Form fails to fragmentation, contamination contributes to culture. Light never wormed, compressor of worlds, forbidden bit, forbitten bid. radiant fruit. O Omnipresent, Root of the Treenity, we salute you...

August, year X: NOW. The forest fires of Russia have reached the Zone. Nuclear trees are burning. Radioactive particles are dancing again. Cassandra. Welcome Light! Let us bring the fire back.

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transporting the tree in the airplane

forest keys and keys of gold
even locks, that won't explode

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