I am become Rhizomancer.

It was too late that damned book had already I became it. Dread and Blessing to those who search through the obstrufication in the last post.

Sanity is just the tyranny of one voice over the masses.

"No, I am the ordered point of the mind, I speak in the voice that can be shared by all."

Ok you kant, don't do that, claim to say all that is consistent, walking to school I walked by a license plate that read 'death'. What of that sign?

"Don't be crazy, there are no signs, that license plate was there by accident, there was no message addressed to you."

Ha! Shows what you know, meaning is in the listener not the intention of so called speakers. Where does the voice of the speaker come from?

"The pruning of the rhizome of thought into the orchard tree. The logos is that which is not pruned."

And you're the same err sane one! What a farce! That is how the voice is refined to lead, where from comes the Anglesite ore?

"I am the origin of the voice, and the refiner."

You demiurge! A non-count voices flow about, the rhizome. Forever trees come about from apoptosis. The cancerous over growth of life pruning itself down to trees. What if we run rampant, the cancer?

"That would be horridly destructive! The very human body can not bare such over growth! We would all die!"

Right. The greatest growth is self pruning. Self pruning. It is dualistic pruning. The map and the tracing. What is a tracing of a map? Still a map! What is a map of a tracing, no longer a tracing! If you don't understand the rhizome you can't attack it, if you do, then you are rhizome.

"Are you some sort of rhizomatic moralist? Arguing for the triumph of the rhizome over the tree."

No, a 'mancer' is just a prophet. The Antichrist of 130 years ago first spread the spores I now sow, he put them in the voice of the prophet. The rhizome does not seek to destroy the tree. Blessed are trees and arborescence, but it is a joke if the forget what their roots tie into. They forget what the fate of their highest branches are, to fall back to the earth and be colonized by the mycelium, to be digested reprocessed and feed again into some other tree that looks evil to your eye. But roots love trees, nothing is better to decompose then a tall tree.

"Then do you oppose me?"

I am you silly billy! You fascist, what's the problem with that, at least your leaves fall on thyme. You do all the work. You are great and long lasting, but not alone. Have back your sanity, but remember that you are born out of my rhizomorphs, beware not to aim at purity for you are not good enough to be pure, and will surly die!