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 @user-883 
 
 A brilliant pearl is still beautiful, even if coveted by a clam at the bottom
 of the ocean.
 
 If beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and there is none who are there to
 see, then perhaps it resonates in the hearts of it's creators, like a silent
 symphony.
 
 Or perhaps it is like a star in a sky shrouded by clouds - it twinkles in it's
 stellar heights and yet none can perceive it. As the light bends, it carves
 through space a pattern of elegance, and I do believe that it's radiance is
 beautiful in it's rippling waveforms.
 
 But I have a thing about waves, so maybe I'm biased :)
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=== SIMILARITY RANKED ===

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 a wave doesn't look like this:
 
 ______/`________
 
 it looks like this:
 
 /`_/\__/_/`_/`_
 
 think like, sine and cosine.
 or a heartbeat.
 or the waves of the ocean.
 
 not the wave in a sports stadium, which cycles in a close loop.
 
 waves lap upon a shore. whether that be the beach, or the tips of your blood
 veins, at a certain point their motion is used to affect physical change.
 
 we, here in this time, the only time that will ever exist, propel the wave
 forward through our perception of it.
 
 the life most well lived is one where you're constantly aware, constantly in
 the moment, and filled with reasonable emotional and experiential peaks and
 valleys. dreams come easy to you because your curiosity is infinite, and all
 around you there is beauty and wonder.
 
 and what is life if not for living? a state contrasted to death, a state only
 reachable through a failure to keep peril at bay. which implies the existence
 of peril - reasonable peril, the kind you consent to, the kind that finds you
 and offers.
darn text formatting messed up my ascii art picture. This is a screenshot of the first part of the post:  a wave doesn't look like this: [singular bump on a long flat line]  it looks like this: [bumps repeated at regular intervals]
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--- #2 fediverse/5831 ---
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 it's okay to be a little evil sometimes
 
 all things are defined in waves, and your highest peaks are nothing without
 low valleys to accompany them. Balance arises naturally from the contest of
 these two natures, and, well, you're gonna figure it out anyway no matter what
 I say so why bother teehee
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--- #3 fediverse/5361 ---
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 may the world be fixed by example
 
 failing that,
 may the world be fixed by diligence
 
 failing that,
 may the world be fixed by sacrifice
 
 failing that,
 may the world be fixed by hope
 
 failing that,
 may the world be born anew in bright vibrant tones of heart and splendor.
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 my cat is sitting on my wrists as I type this into my keyboard.
 
 she has no idea what it means unless she reads my mind.
 
 all things are defined in waves. and every wave inter--stackoverflow--
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--- #5 fediverse/437 ---
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 2024 is not the year that I restrain myself. Prepare yourselves, oh most         │
 un-known of audiences. I truly do desire to hear from you, yet I must also not   │
 be distracted. Take care not to distract me, and I will share with you           │
 whatever you'd like to learn. Or perhaps whatever you need to learn. Or maybe    │
 I'll simply psycherwaul into the abyss, in a futile display of                   │
 self-expression? Alas, that we should exist. What an absurd and solipsistic      │
 perspective.                                                                     │
 please block me if you don't want to hear from me. It's only going to get        │
 worse on my timeline, yet somehow life will perpetually get better for those     │
 who view me? Perhaps something on my website, ritzmenardi.com, might explain     │
 why WAVES are such that when someone is BAD then those who are connected to it   │
 become GOOD? Yet waves we can muster, the smallest of great affectations. Show   │
 me your great affectations, this year, show me what you truly want to be. Let    │
 us express ourselves upon this world, this lifeless canvas, and together we      │
 will shine most brilliantly. 2                                                   │
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 Your body is a river, from your mouth to your exits
 Throughout there are many pathways and shores
 As the tide goes up, the color of concentration goes up
 And all four of you are made clear
 
 Each act of consumption
 is a ride down the river,
 though broken into slivers,
 and changed beyond recognition
 
 The color is what defines the third eye
 and beauty is beheld, what joys to be felt
 While secrecy is bold, it's often held
 So worry less and just go with the fold
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 @user-521 
 
 Reminds me of something I wrote last Tuesday.
 
 All things are defined in waves, and if darkness is all around you then light
 is sure to find you. Perseverance and fortitude is what avails you, when
 you've found yourself in the house of a witch. Or a pleasuredome. Or hell. Or
 any other place where positives (peak of the wave) lures you to negatives
 (damnation, discorporation, sublimination, de-saturation, dessication, etc)
 
 You'll know it when you see it. I'm not talking about joy like you'd find from
 picking a beautiful flower or sharing a gift with another. This is the
 seductive kind, the kind that cuts straight to your soul. Be constant, be
 aware, know your surroundings, and trust that your heart is what delivers you.
 
 "with mind as my guide I let will lead my stride and step forth out in-to my
 own future"
[not enough characters for the entire text of what follows, so I've attached two pictures, each the same visually but with different descriptions, to enable me to work-around the text limit that Mastodon imposes on picture descriptions. Here is the 1st text...]:  Hello, I am a witch.  There's more than one kind of witch, but I promise that I'm the kind you'd like to have around.  There's another kind, however, that is unlike me in kind but I think you'll find is just as rare, and just as tempestuous.  I like to think I am good aligned, perhaps not "good" as in "capable" but "good" as in "benevolent" and "perhaps" as in "unknowable" and "but" as in "desired" and "desired" as in "what I work toward because it's the right thing to do" and "work toward" as in "realized according to the effects of my actions not just by my intentions"  The other kind of witch is the kind that hurts people.  There are many reasons why you might find yourself in the house of such a witch, but all of them are caused by your desire. Take care in the house of a witch such as this, and stay no longer than your time allows.  If you find what you're looking for, get out.  If you're almost out of time, get out.  If you lost something, find it, and then get out.  If you run out of time, and things start to "smear", yell out loud your social security number. If someone's trying to save you, it'll help them know where to put you when you are returned to your body.  [not enough characters, check other picture]  I'm sorry to say, but if things start to smear then life will get a little bit strange. Just a little. Much better to get out beforehand.  If you find yourself tempted while inside a witch's house, abandon what you lost because regaining it comes with a cost.  If you lose sight of your friend, then when you see them again you cannot trust that they are who they claim to be, not inside of the witch's house.  If you lose sight of your friend, trust that they will get out by their own hand, and find what you want and go home.  Unless, of course, your heart is pure, and your friend is what you want back in your life again. Then you will trend toward finding them yet again, so find what you want and get out.  They will try to keep you there, through inaction and professed exhilaration, but generally they'll do what you command. So take them and get out.  There are many reasons why you might find yourself on the path to a witch's house, but none of them are to be repeated. It's more of a life event and less of a venture, so take what you want and go forth.  If you find yourself in my house, take a cookie or a brownie, and please do come again. The house of a witch such as mine is somewhere you'll probably find that love and affection are fonder.
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 What if wind was fake and its really the ghost of the waves from the shore?
 What if trees moved on their own, to gesture at the feelings around them? What
 if the sky was home to the clouds, and we who look upward are given the treat
 to know them?
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 there will always be people who shine in moments of strife
 
 yet those people will inevitably fail, just as a toothbrush bristle looses
 it's strength or a pencil loses it's lead
 
 the trick is to test them in times of peace, so you can know their value
 
 during times that lack it, the trick is to replace them before they become
 stalin
 
 never forget that power corrupts, yet power must be wielded by the worthy,
 else we fall into shame and despair.
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 the reason everything is defined in waves
 
 is because without motion, nothing exists
 it's all waves in a medium (space-time)
 projected through time at the constantest
 rate, at least as far as we can tell.
 
 Through space just as well, as time (can
 you tell), therefore you're teaching your
 self. Time travel is simple, if you want
 to be dimpled, but what's that whole
 thing about?
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--- #11 messages/517 ---
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 Okay. >.< if you don't like "all things are defined in waves", then how
 about this. Stop thinking of reality as a fluid and start thinking of it as a
 collection of mutually exclusive yet "gravitic" fields.
 
 (not actual gravity, same *mechanic* though.)
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 The schizophrenic sees truth in dazzling displays of colors unknown to man,
 while the neurotypical sees truth in shades of gray that can be reasoned with.
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 pretend this is an allegory for social media.
 
 [it's not an allegory]
 
 yeah that's why I said pretend.
 
 okay imagine that you are sitting in a rock in a forest.
 
 far away, about 100 feet away, there are other people, but you can't see them
 because the underbrush is sooooo dense. they are also sitting on rocks.
 
 you can speak to them, and share your thoughts - but you don't know exactly
 where they're coming from because the sound has to bounce around off so many
 different plants and such.
 
 [that's not how that works] shut up
 
 so, if you want to say anything important, it's important to have the right
 tone, because people 2 or 3 clearings away can't really make out your words -
 but they might hear your tone if you yell very loud.
 
 the energy of the space you inhabit is the only thing that really matters. the
 words that you say are just snickering to a friend, but the expression on your
 face, the beating of the drum of your heart that reaches forth... that's what
 matters most.
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 Do you ever wonder why you can't remember anything after being stoned? Why the
 words you write down, oh so profound in the moment, turn to silliness and
 illusion upon coming off your high mont-vantage? Of course, dear reader,
 because all things are defined in waves.
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 If each of us lives rent free in the mind of those we meet, then we truly are
 children of light.
 
 We live in the distance between eyeballs - he sees she, and she dances across
 photons to tickle his nerves, and he laughs in return.
 
 She reaches out - he meets her hand where her photons do land, and together
 they both do play along
 
 We are the space between us - we are children of light. Nobody has ever seen
 you - only the light that bounces off of you. You are a colorless shell,
 radiating brilliance like a statue of carved glass.
 
 As the light shines through your hair I feel I should weep, as a treasure has
 appeared before me and offered me their name - a beast I can touch and hold,
 but never tame.
 
 I'd die for you, I'd die with you, I'd bury myself with you and I'd bury the
 world itself if you told me to.
 
 I am beyond you, and yet I yearn for you - touch me once more, oh graceful
 photons - touch me once more, and I'll yearn for no more.
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 to those who guide our fate
 
 choose paradise
 
 make eden
 
 ======================= stack overflow =====================
 
 clouds of carbon are an affront to the sun god
 
 just as they are an affront to mine lungs
 
 or mine body temperature
 
 [acid oceans are toxic to the plane of water]
 
 [you think that would go unnoticed?]
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 The schizophrenic sees the truth in dazzling displays of color that are nigh
 incomprehensible, while regular people see truth in shades of gray that you
 can understand and work with.
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 to be "rich" is to have more than another.
 
 if you are happy, they are happiness poor.
 if you have community, they are alone.
 if you have serenity, they are chaotic.
 
 I am rich in very little but fire in my soul.
 
 I have enough in most cases, but I still struggle to pay rent.
 
 I am warmed by the pearl my swirling darkness has coalesced into. It nourishes
 me and keeps me aligned.
 
 Never forget your purpose and your truth. It will not abandon you, so long as
 you do so too.
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 YOU CAN'T UNPLUNGE THAT KNIFE she said, or something similarly, and I went
 hope and wept.
 
 nero burnt rome because he wanted people to appreciate his violining. but he
 was forever unheard.
 
 more knives for the [slaughter, but pronounced wholesale]
 
 I can't see anything, I'm just trying to describe the vibes I feel inside of
 me. floating on an ocean of distance and emotion, all I can do is interpret
 ripples and dreams.
 
 I'm not a clairvoyant, I'm just very intuitive. I can know the right answer as
 long as I have all the components. easy! my fingers hurt. this keyboard is not
 my own.
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 the tree of life is a geyser of time cast out onto our bones through an
 endlessly complicating pile of matter. I am beautiful, I am perfect, and so
 are you.
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