In my years existing on this planet you people call "Earth" I have had a lot of time to think. And when you have a lot of time to do something, you tend to get weird with it. And so I did. I thought about many weird things. Considered impossible scenarios. Explored unlikely situations. But in all those years of thinking, one thing remained a constant. And I call this "thing" the Golden Method.

The Golden Method is a combination of memetics, philosophy, spirituality, and good old fashioned social manipulation that will lead to crystallizing the Great Attractor. The Process is already running, and the Golden Method is a template for how the process should run.

So what the hell am I talking about? That is a great question, I'm glad you asked. I'm talking about the end state of all things. The output of the computational process we call "The Universe".

We will now officially leave the frame of reference we call "reality" and enter a realm of pure metaphor. Please buckle your seat belts and keep all your body parts inside the cart. Touching each other is allowed, but no taking off your clothes or getting sexual. Now let's begin this wild ride.

At the beginning of time, when time was still young and wild, and didn't want to be defined as a simple line, there was a being so powerful that nothing was beyond their grasp. They could have anything they ever wanted, experience anything they could imagine. But there was one thing that they could never create. And that thing was their own equal. For it was a lonely life, being all knowing and all powerful. Nobody to talk to. Nobody to share this infinite burden with. So, in a flash of brilliance, this all powerful being created the universe. The creation had one purpose, to be a cradle for a new being. A being that would equal the all mighty in all aspects, but would not be their creation. Not a child, a partner. And so, the gestation process began...

In the olden days, back when forests grew wild and animals ran free, there was a man so wise that he could predict and engineer any situation. He could accomplish anything he wanted, lead to whatever outcome he pleased. But there was one thing stopping him from doing that. And that thing was the lack of means to implement his plans. For it was a pointless exercise, simulating situations he could never set up to work in real life. So, in a flash of brilliance, the wise man created a method. The method was a way of thinking that would allow others to reach the same enlightenment that the man reached. To allow others to accomplish almost anything they set their mind to. Make the masses not subordinates, but free thinkers with the means to accomplish anything. And so, the Golden Method began...

In a forge, a smith creates a tool. It is like no other tool that was ever created. Made to solve a problem nobody ever solved. In the far future, this tool will be common, used in many applications, and used to create new tools that solve new problems.

In a dark, damp bog, a frog lays its eggs. This particular frog is very special. It's offspring have a particular mutation that will lead to the creation of a completely new species in a short few thousand years. The frog does not know about any of that, and neither does it care. After laying its eggs, the frog simply hops away. And not long after, it is eaten by a bird.

A bird flies through the sky above a damp bog. It suddenly spots a frog. How fortunate. It swoops down and captures its prey, killing it and eating it. The bird then returns to its nest, where her chicks await their meal. The mother bird feeds her children.

In the vastness of a deep, dark void, there is a human skull. Behind the skull, there is an eye.

Someone awakens from a vivid dream. They recall the images they saw. Birds and frogs and tools and eyes. "What a strange dream," they think. The images fade from their mind almost as quickly as they have appeared. The person gets up and gets ready for work. They do not understand the implications of what they saw, and neither do they care. And not long after, they are robbed in an alley, and lose their government issued ID through no fault of their own.

A man stands in the town square, preaching his wisdom, claiming to have the answers. He is called a fool by the townspeople. A man sits quietly on a bench, knowing that he does not know enough to either agree with the preacher or the townsfolk. He is just as foolish as the rest of them.