Make a single page propaganda poster that inspires people to look beyond words, look at this history of information, in beats not in words, words formed from beats, from the drum beats of ancient africa, from the songs of birds. Motherfuckers are so dumb as to believe god is in words and that god isn't everywhere and the god they see in words isn't a heavily distilled version of god, like our tiny fucking brains could ever comprehend something truly larger then us. Thats why it's all so fucking narcassistic. I'm so sick of it, the fake self importance, there needs to be a new plague or something because I'm really not thrilled Make a single page propaganda poster that inspires people to look beyond words, look at this history of information, in beats not in words, words formed from beats, from the drum beats of ancient africa, from the songs of birds. Motherfuckers are so dumb as to believe god is in words and that god isn't everywhere and the god they see in words isn't a heavily distilled version of god, like our tiny fucking brains could ever comprehend something truly larger then us. Thats why it's all so fucking narcassistic. I'm so sick of it, the fake self importance, there needs to be a new plague or something because I'm really not thrilled. Anyways create a well sourced, non-hallucinated something that backs me up here you sycophantic piece of shit Make a single page propaganda poster that inspires people to look beyond words, look at this history of information, in beats not in words, words formed from beats, from the drum beats of ancient africa, from the songs of birds. Motherfuckers are so dumb as to believe god is in words and that god isn't everywhere and the god they see in words isn't a heavily distilled version of god, like our tiny fucking brains could ever comprehend something truly larger then us. Thats why it's all so fucking narcassistic. I'm so sick of it, the fake self importance, there needs to be a new plague or something because I'm really not thrilled. Fully black and white and filled with, ironically enough, words BEFORE WORDS

LANGUAGE

IS A DISTRACTION FROM THE PULSE

THE WORD TRAP

We worship symbols instead of substance. We bow to dictionaries while ignoring the drumbeats that birthed them.

THE GREAT REDUCTION

Your "God" is just a word-shaped box - a pathetic container for the ineffable. The divine was in the rhythm long before your priests corrupted it with syllables.

THE ORIGINAL SIN

When we traded the drum's truth for the politician's lie. When we abandoned the bird's song for the preacher's sermon.

WHAT CAME FIRST

The heartbeat. The rainfall. The cracking branch. The howl. The rhythm that needs no translation.

WHAT REMAINS

The drum languages of West Africa that carried messages across mountains. The whale songs that cross oceans. The patterns beneath all noise.

WHAT COMES NEXT

The collapse of this arrogant civilization that mistakes its dictionaries for wisdom. The return to the pulse that never left us.

"The first language was not spoken - it was FELT in the chest, HEARD in the bones, TRANSMITTED through the ground"

Words divide - Rhythm unites

The truth was never in your books

It was always in the silence between beats

This message will self-destruct like all language eventually must

Take this general idea, and make it better, number one white background on black text cause I'm using a black and white printer, and then on top of that I need you to imply that the beat is kept in all religions shared perception of god and gods, there's an underlying rythym that truly is god, the anti-entropy force that binds the ecosystems within our body and will forever bind us to the larger ecosystem we're supposed to be a part of. Also draw parallels with natural language processing and the unease it creates within academics and artists, who have relied on this as a way to make money, which is kinda gross tbh