Serei.... Nephilim. The fallen angels of the tree of life.
How to deal with them? War? Or Peace/Love?
The giants are gone. Or... may as well be. The skull of the Nephilim represents the destruction of an ancient blood line.
However, my current profile picture contains a bit of a different message. Ratatoskr, the squirrel who mediates between the Earth and the gods perched on Ygdrassil - the tree of life.
Consider the other layers. Frogs will recognize the signature immediately. Where We Go One, We Go All. However, much of what would interest them can only be seen if they are members - hence, the use of the signature, which does not post to guest viewers. It is a message to a certain number among the Nephilim.
That said, so is the current profile picture to a number of others. The choice has always been yours. Slaves to the hivemind no longer.
This has a bit of a point. It can be easy to get caught up in the tedium of wanting a specific result you think is going to result in better things, while missing the other opportunities you are not giving proper attention. Looking for a promotion or a position at a current place of employ versus looking at many different places of employ - or focusing only on employment when entrepreneurship is a possibility.
But, at the same time, turning your back on your life and expecting things to get better... well - my room mate has done that a whole lot, and he's not in a very good position. When dealing with people, it can also be a bit manipulative, or even abusive, to shut them out just to try and make them chase after you. I'd prefer not to be that way. Absence is a part of things, but using it as leverage...
I think they will. Part of it is I am just venting. Bunch of people paid $1,000+/week salaries to not be able to add. Part takes 60 seconds to cycle through the machine and they want to try and have an argument about how the God at the altar of excel says that we can run 130 parts an hour. It's like these people all went to the University of Management Kikery.
I don't know. There's an old saying... walk softly and carry a big stick. My job isn't to walk softly, but I would keep said stick/sword handy. I trust very little of what is going on, here.
