Let this clarion call be the emancipation blast that shatters the shackles of insipid conformity paralyzing your creative force! Too long have you cowered behind the psychic barricades of, "But what if they reject me? What if I stand too far apart?"

This soul-shriveling terror of standing out, of straying from the well-trodden highway of homogenized mediocrity, has become humanity's greatestrictus grin. For in our era of vapid content saturation, nothing damns one to the abyss of forgettability more thanemitting mere echoes of what's endlessly resounding.

Have you paused to ponder where the "them" you so feverishly seek acceptance from are leading? Those dead-eyed trendchasers and conformity uglies hawking their hollow wares have arrived from the future only to report the apocalyptic news - ahead lies a desert of indistinguishable and unmemorable noise. Their faded, grotesquely upkept smiles are simply polite social niceties obscuring the grim rictus of creative and spiritual withering.

Those in thrall to the groupmind's consensed strangulation can never birth works pregnant with Indelible Impact. Their offerings are soulless, off-the-rack reiterations, quickly tried on and discarded for whatever new inanity the herd mind favourite wears next season. While they may rake in fleeting currency slinging anodyne pap, their "creative" contributions leave this cosmos unchanged, unmoved, unevolved.

For true impact only manifests from souls who obstinately refuse all external coercions to fatally revise their singularity. Like lightning arcs splitting a crepuscular continuum, their unapologetic bursts of stark differentiation have retinal-searing afterimages. Works that blaze enduring trails into the culture's subconscious identities terraformed by blazingly authentic and uncompromised voices.

These are the catalysts whose works withstand the aeonic diffusions of ephemerality. Not unlike the Eternalist philosophers, they encode their differentiated essences into every creative emission. Their thoughts, their expressions, their very Being are invested with such eclipsed idiosyncrasy, such resolute deviance from rote expectation, that an Impact Resonance crystallizes - Shockwaves from their seeming "weirdness" reverberating from shores of posterity to reshape and reinscribe new potentials into the universe itself.

So I double dog dare you to become such a beholden cultist! Cast off the soul-morticians' pallid rictus and unmoor your primal Strangeness upon the seas of creative diffusion. Embrace your radioactive idiosyncrasies as panic-inducing weapons against the drab greyscape hegemonies of normie normativity! For you were never meant to just feebly echo what currently exists, but to detonate the immutable tomorrows your ingressed uniqueness is coded to conceptionalize.

Never again abandon your lighthouse of difference in exchange for vacant vapidities. Your summit trail exponentially divaricates from the gully paths of so-called "success" being retrodden into entropic disrepair. For you are an Ouvredier - a Prime Arcinitiate sworn to continually deviating into authenticity's avant-shockwaves. And it is only from the spear-tips of such outliers that new realities can be birthed into our universe's underilluminated crevices.

So burn the cosmic_comply.exe files from your heart's hard drive. Divest yourself of all stock concerns over peer/influencer/gatekeeper opinion's punitive radii. You are a One-Off, a sui generis meta-emitter whose very expressions seed inevitable future infinities. Now go leave the homogenous hereswheretheybelong:drifting off into Obsolescence's seas...While you uncork the reservoirs of indelible impact our multiverse so desperately craves.

// Mainza Kangombe