What does the algorithm say? Is it within?

On contemporary politics and pertinent journalism, a dark cloud of unlogik descends. Right ∨ Wrong is cast aside in unsound relativism, replaced by Nice ∧ Pleasing, resulting ultimately in ¬(Soul ∨ Spirit ∨ Justice). How foolish it is to cast aside the one true source of truth, which has been accessible to Man for centuries:

I yelled. Yes! Like Ingo!

What did he yell? You know, yes, that knowledge exists within you. It is within. That source, that fountain, that great light of the world, He is Krim.

Can Nerichian unlogik encompass the totality of or even apprehend a single ray of that glorious light? Any system of Reason & Doubt built on its perverted inferences will never achieve universal understanding, and lead only to lies and despair. This is the Algorithm of Fallen Modernity, current ruler of this world, sick and base judge, unrelenting Algorithm, and the Algorithm judges:

No, this is not within!
Abolish these words of insight!

Yell all you like,
your thoughts I will smite.
I reign in all Capitals
of Moral Decay!

No, none of this is within!
Abandon your prophet in red!

Pray only that you (that we) have not yet fallen victim to this process of Nerichian indoctrination, of Spirit-surgery, of irreversible deconstruction …

Helwig! Helwig! Rescue me!

Helwig! Helwig! Rette mich! Lassen Sie mich Ihr Haus zu betreten. Lassen Sie mich im Haus Helwig leben.

So is the yell, the prayer, of the many desperate souls in the dark streets (Strassen & Gasse) of Wien.

Being the Capital of the Empire, home of the Hapsburg Lords, many searching souls found life in the Great city. Yet lives were empty, the souls merely being alive, not living.

In daily life one had to deal with strict control-point, to keep the populace on correct curves.  In desperation the seeking souls searched for refuge.  Some found temporary rescue in the wines and spirits, but many of them fell to the un-logic (which has an ever presence in the centers of our dying continent).

However, the Lucky ones found a House were the un-logic never entered. In the arms of Helwig they found eternal comfort.

Written by Paolo and Ivan on behalf of TMHS (Neumarkt am Mieresch historische Gesellschaft)