Poems in true chronological order by post date
-> file: fediverse/729 ══════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────────── @user-552 @user-553 sounds like something we should dedicate valuable resources to solving. After all, no structure or entity would want to possess weaknesses (such a misapplication of purpose and direction) or other such errors in their design. Like, I bet we could test that and find out. and if, for example, we find that we no longer possess the capacity for learning... well, then maybe that's something we should work on. because learning new things... that's just an application of development resources towards broadening our horizons. do we really need to solve pi to ten bazillion digits? I mean yeah it's cool and all but most of the interesting stuff happens around zero. you can always learn to learn, that's one of the neat things about it. It's self-bootstrapping. As long as you have the capacity to apply yourself toward a pictured goal, well... then you can learn. And no human or other sentient and capable being would lack such an ability, because it's intrinsic to our form. therefore, learn ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════────────────────────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: fediverse/730 ══════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────────── Why no, I've never read the bible. However I've read the Death Gate Cycle, by renowned fantasy adventure authors Margaret Weiss and Tracy Hickman, whose worst works were called Dragonlance ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════────────────────────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: fediverse/732 ══════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────────── @user-191 teehee I know a girl like that ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════────────────────────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: fediverse/733 ══════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────────── ice cream out of a mug, mmmm delicious ^_^ ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════────────────────────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: fediverse/734 ══════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────────── why am I so cold ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════────────────────────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: fediverse/735 ══════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────────── I'd ask why of course, and then I'd try and find them a solution that didn't involve taking my stuff. They may need it more than me, but I still need it. Like... okay picture that feeling you get when in a capitalist society and you need dollars to live because they are a genericized and fractalized abstraction of all the various individual mazlowe's hierarchy of needs you have. Then, think of it like, instead of money being an abstracted form of all of your needs, think of your needs... each of them, the ones that matter to you, and abstract them into money. Basically say "yeah sure my time and my labor are worth dollars, I abstract my needs into money" and then you can kinda see why capitalism is harmful. I'd prefer to give them what they need, because society provides what I please, but alas I'm always kept wanting. What good is our capitalist utopia? what good is our hope? what good comes of us when all of us have learned how to cope? I think we could give a bit more if we weren't hanging from the rope ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════────────────────────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: fediverse/736 ╔══════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────────┐ ║ @user-556 │ ║ │ ║ Escape to where? Perhaps to our own desired future, the "garden of eden" in our │ ║ solarpunk dreams. So, the Labyrinth in the Death Gate Cycle, before all the │ ║ monsters crept in and ruined it for everyone. Like, a projection of heaven onto │ ║ the matter of our future (spiritual beings projecting "up" on the axis of time │ ║ (which, obviously, looks a little like a corkscrew, because it's the earth │ ║ rotating around the sun. It wibbles and it wobbles ever so imperceptibly, but │ ║ if we look out from the equator we see a map of "us" which, of course, runs out │ ║ of imagined futures for it's denizens (as nothing can ever be thought twice) │ ║ │ ║ sometimes I'm thankful for my poor memory, it allows me to lead where I please. │ ║ │ ║ when the trees of valinor burn, light is projected out into the night. strange, │ ║ how these streetlamps, are hovering and fixed in one place. How could a rabbit │ ║ know that a streetlight, anchored as it is in one place, could somehow become a │ ║ radiant pillar of light? How strange, this form of worship, alas. │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ │ different │ ╚═════════╧═══════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────┴───────────┘ |