The world itself was a belief system. - He couldn't walk down a street unless he agreed with – 8,000 precepts; 8,000 precipices, literally in a literal mechanical fashion. How did a philosopher live here? In Old Works – outside Theust - this thought hadn't even occurred to him, about the philosopher and how the mind of such a man, such an Individual Entity Being, could even operate in such a place. Theust; Theust 3 - whatever it was; the whole; no separation out of the degrees by/from which it was anything other than the religion – the mind, it was a mind, it was the list he had to agree and believe; the whole thing.

Because that was what the word Theust meant, in that old dead tongue - that was all it meant: the Whole Thing. - The whole thing, in mechanical fashion, from which you could not escape, from which; of course. There was no escaping - from which of course, there was no alternative; no before, no after, nothing and nothing else and certainly no... end.

Theust, every cell and organ cried in despair – back. - But how could a philosopher even – live... Theust.

He approached the barrier at the end of the street and fought with his mind to get it to believe what he had to, in order to progress. In order, even, at all, to get where he was going. It was a form of personal violence; but he'd done it before and every terrible mental technique rose again to aid him in it - in exactly the precise way in which he had to.

The self-imposed rape of his own soul; this to walk down a street. - He had to do it.

At the Womb Booth.

Of course this was what the place looked like.

He looked around at it.

It was a guard post; it was a Womb Booth, it was the booth in which he had to proclaim his spontaneous cry of Theust[!], simultaneous love and hatred - it was that too: the whole thing. And also another concept a little more developed: intermingled/combined.

He had to reincorporate this knowledge with all the correct hatreds and fears, and beliefs, and opinions - this was Theust too - the whole thing and simultaneously a shout. He'd have to literally shout, but there was another part of it that...

The Womb Booth... it looked like a womb. It was a – there were wires, and cables, obviously, material power sources and the connections required to the various measuring instruments that read his mind/attitudes/sincerity/feelings - the temperature of his soul - all of that. All integral to the concept of Theust that could not be translated.

This wilful combination of the barbarous and the fundamental creative forces of the universe; harnessed/exploited/raped – it was rape again – in ways that no amount of having to believe the things he had to believe could make not fucking evil.

: a hanging out womb bag, 10 feet high, bigger than him, obviously, there - it was a bio-sack, that would have flopped out and over if it hadn't been stretched out enough and held there, in the way it was, at the bottom of this mechanical alley – gears and biology.

These too were the things that the buildings were made out of – all of it grown in vats: bio-matter, and steel, and gears. The components for this ugly jungle of bowels. That constituted the architecture of not just Theust 3 but all Theust, all Theust itself.

- a philosophy, a system, a mind - a literal mind that needed him to step inside its womb so that it could love him.

He opened the fold at the head of the Womb Booth, slipped inside but in the moment he did, he had to: he framed his mind in that way he had to.

Forcing everything out – this was the thing it sought - his belief in, or hope for, anything transcendent, this especially - that this was impossible and did not exist and was not true – this especially/

negation had to be concentrated into the whole-mind.

This was also a thing they called it, the whole-concept; the full-life, the soul-formation; philosophy/religion/everything, everything, everything, everything, belief system, life/attitude/feeling that was – there was more; he'd never been sufficiently able to translate it and this was part of it too – of Theust – it was called Theust it was called Theust[!] His soul cried Theust, but not yet.

Once he passed this -