Hyperdivinity: how is it real? The prefix hyper- means above, beyond, excessive, or existing in a space beyond three dimensions, or bridging points within an entity non-sequentially, so hyperdivinity implies the perfection of divinity being perfected, at the very least, or possibly that it continually transcends perfection breaking new ground as it goes, I don't know. The quality or state of proceeding directly from God, I think we can all agree we must all have that in common, our God-given divinity, God in the sense of its being a word meant to represent something we can't really understand, so to speak, or to write, am I right? So there you go, why we can't go with the gospel of "we don't know" remains a mystery to me and if you can't see that then we're left afraid blind to each other I might point out.
Hyperdivinity means accelerating the pace towards accepting our place as the next generation of Inheritors of the Stewardship of Earth. Homes built below the ground may fare better off during certain occasional and calamitous extreme weather events. Hyperdivinity is necessary when confronting such titanic forces as the super storms generated from increased green house effect and the environmental challenges inherent to an era stemming from an industrial revolution and during which fossil fuel burning is still peaking in activity among several competing first world nations.
Hyperdivinity is taking care to concentrate on the smaller details immediately surrounding us, such as the honey bees and how they along with the bats and birds and frogs and butterflies and everything else are being killed off by the neonicotinoids we unwittingly promote in our abysmal group mentality which dictates we must have a perfectly trimmed lawn free of dandelions. That is a suicide world if I ever thought of one. I couldn't have come up with a more twisted and lethal of an ironic trap as that even if I were attempting to win a contest for writing the cruelest and most terrifying novel.
What we have here right around us while we're living and breathing it is the real thing, an unleashed creation with a mind all it's own by now geared with the incessant fueling of post-war economic breakdowns and the smothered suffering of generations of disenfranchised citizens teetering on the stormy decks of a fleet of unmoored ships sailing east at a more northern latitude than usual amid isolated icebergs under a clear midnight sky with the Milky Way bisected into a luminous Rorschachian mirror dead ahead.
Our titanic endeavor through this region of space, a-whirl about our dark nexus at the galactic core, in unison along with perhaps billions of additional stars such as ours as if being lazily mixed in a cosmic whirlpool by an invisible hand; if you're getting a sense of this being a cooking reference, that is because it most certainly is, we are in effect being prepared as in a great stew but for what ultimate purpose-?-is it even within our capacity to know of such a plan? Otherwise let they who despise the idea of any orders above their own continue to insist the great cosmic formations upon which we all exist are generated by random accident. Meanwhile we all ride along the eternal wave towards the unimaginable shore.
Welcome to the StellarDepth HollowedOak, the name of our Time-ship otherwise more commonly known as planet Earth. Far older than previously imagined or currently thought, our home planet is far more than just an unusual platform carrying us all, over eight billion and growing, on an unprecedented journey through outer space; and it's more than just another gigantic living creature curled up with a molten core for a heart singing with electromagnetic radiation, it's something which we are barely coming to terms with understanding fundamental principles of, but which nonetheless features a uniqueness barely understood by the hopeful leading edge in scientific circles.
