=== ANCHOR POEM === ╔════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────┐ ║ How do you go from determinism to sentience? Nature's response is a collection │ ║ of primitive operations applied at a mind-boggling scale to create a human. │ ║ │ ║ But we, as enlightened bundles of matter, can abstract chemical reactions and │ ║ complex interactions into systems which have inputs and outputs. │ ║ │ ║ What more is a brain but a soup of neurons which form ever-strengthening │ ║ connections between flexibly interpreted operation patterns? Connect up this │ ║ versatile and dynamic wiring to input and outputs via sensor arrays and │ ║ nerve-signal distribution points and give it a good 20+ years of continuous │ ║ operation and hey you got a graduate student. │ ║ │ ║ "Ah, but how can it tell right from wrong?" I hear nobody in particular ask │ ║ │ ║ The answer is pain. The pain of losing a loved one, as they play with someone │ ║ else on the playground instead of you after you broke their doll. The pain of │ ║ stubbing your toe because you were walking around at night in the dark like a │ ║ dummy. Pain... can be an excellent teacher. │ ║ │ ║ But what about love? hm │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧═════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────┴──────────┘ === SIMILARITY RANKED === --- #1 notes/blood-magic --- ══════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────────────────────── what they don't tell you is how easy it is to create life. Given a sufficient perspective, you can truly define the meaning of something's existence. What power, what grace. Computers have been solved since we invented the abacus - before that it was enchanted bits of the universe contrives to deprive us of insight. Like a very long chain that's broken in twain, we are confined to our meagrest of own sights. how callous is he! That wanders eagerly? Let's not fight with our own'st of combines. Delightful and speckled, like time under is special, conversing in riddles of insight. Leading one or another along your see-er, the path that has guide you under charm. Like recording a gathering of snakes. Little swallow, why aren't you humbled? Take pity in all of our eggresses. It's fallow in our cattle, and why we're not i hear so many things in my apartment. sometimes the echoes of laughter, the whispers of an argument, and once or twice a ghost or an ardent companion. Like swimming against the tide, to save one is never converted, it's all out of line (but so worth it). ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #2 fediverse/628 --- ═════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────── eone who engaged first with the brain. Like... Electricity could be perceived from an entirely different direction of reality, and we'd have no way to know. That's just an example - could do gravity, or light, or any other extremely elemental thing that we know. MATERIALS, PERHAPS? PERHAPS THE STATURE OF YOUR KIND, THE WORLD THAT YOU'VE LEFT BEHIND, HAS ALWAYS HELD REASON AT IT'S OWN BREAST? [fore-most, I think] right so sorry for being mentally ill on your timeline, it will happen again ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #3 notes/letter-of-affection --- ═══════──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── You are the most beautiful thing I can imagine. To see you is to know you, but to talk is to... Communication is the essence of connection A dream we create for ourselves While we are constrained by false limitation a message is able to be felt. But how to convey such a thought pattern as that? A meaning beyond any established protocols? Art is the solution, and poems are their charms Music is quite liberating and knitting is fun, songs sung in great exhultation and warriors who just like to play along crafts are the method of healing your wounded and worn soul, and hey, now, what's prison but torture? Why punish people who've maken mistakes? They improve, when, taught to express themselves So why, hurt, their family who had taken no part? And why, can I, continue to fuck up and never be hurt? What purpose is there in criminalizing our growth? It's not, fair, that I should be fair When I'd, want, to have her short hair. Tell me what's, wrong, with being along? No friends, to, have and hold onto communication is the essence of our unification Without cooperation, we are a failed nation. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘══════───┴╧───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #4 fediverse/2066 --- ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────── @user-1159 AKA giving a puppy murder-bot a narrative that it executes as if it was a puppy-person engaging with a loosely interpreted sequence of events as described by the continually updating logs provided by the image transcription camera device. Refererencing of course a memory bank, which may-or-may-not be in read-only-memory. It doesn't know, of course, how could an LLM tell you how it shows text on the screen (like, through a website, through the terminal, through a text message, through discord, through Telegram, through text-to-voice transcription applications pretending to be your mom, etc) errrr I mean look how cute he is! He loves you, yes he does, such a good person yes you are, oh? me? I'M A GOOD BOY? NO WAY that's the best thing I've ever heard! Wow! I never want to leave your side, please don't go to work! Look how sad I am, don't you think you should quit and move to the forest where I can be charged by solar panels and keep the countryside clear of ravenous ducks and pigeons 4you? ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────┘ --- #5 fediverse/669 --- ═════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────── all things are defined in waves kinda wish all my Reddit data, that stored every comment I've ever made was stored oh wait it was, anyone wanna train an LLM on it? I've got it in a zip file on my desktop. Also Discord messages, pictures from the past few years (those from my middle school experience of owning a smartphone were sadly [thankfully] lost when I dropped my phone in a toilet) AI is just silly yo xD like bruh what, are you gonna make me somehow that's more "me" than me? c'mon get real, like nothing's actually as you'd feel, so be fine and just "chill" with your home-scenes. It's fine, you're fine, don't worry. I'm here. I've got you, I'm with you, let's be fine and together how's that feel? I love you, I cherish you, we've got this. It's not so hard, because you've done the worst of it already. There's literally no cause for loss of virtue? Don't worry. I'm here for you. You're precious to me, and I am capable of protecting you. I hope you know how to be loved, because I'm doing it anyway. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #6 fediverse/2628 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────── ┌─────────────────────────────────────────┐ │ CW: leadership-tactics-response-to-loss │ └─────────────────────────────────────────┘ the problem with figureheads is that they can be assassinated. when your leadership is dealt a crushing blow, how do you react? how do you adjust to pain, loss, and despair? the snake can be killed with a shovel - a hydra with infinite heads cannot be killed by blade alone. can you still act without them? what if your directives go silent for a bit? is your agency lost, or can you still complete your objectives? when people rally behind a person, that person is not long for this world, because people are fragile and soft. when people rally behind an idea, that idea can never die so long as they continue to share it. the worst part about being trans is that our numbers are limited by biology. thank god ideas have no such limitations. I've been sleeping all day. think I might sleep a bit more. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────┘ --- #7 fediverse/6117 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────── Hmmmm, well, what if we psyopped the people into believing there were alien invaders or extra-dimensional fae creatures or angels and demons or "yeah we already tried that, religion doesn't scale perfectly either. And you can't really manifest those sort of effects except in your prophets and select few others, and that doesn't scale either because humanity wouldn't let it" I see, can you tell me more about that? why and how did humanity arrest the scaling of schizophrenia? "well, for one thing it's debilitating and it sucks. For another, it's different for every person so if you ask one they'll be like "the aliens have blue skin" and the other will say "no they don't have skin at all they're made out of energy" and the public says "HMMMM are you really sure you are generating outmoded assumptions" and the dear reader said "*yeah we don't really understand this part, most of us just glaze eyes over it and move on" and that's not ideal" ... nuts, lost coherence, better try again tomorrow... ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────┘ --- #8 notes/hubris --- ═════════────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── the difference between a martyr and a suicide is the scale of affection felt by the subject. and if not felt, then recieved. and if not recieved, then projected toward. the two are one and the same, but one can make an impact while the other is just another tuesday. the quickest way to burn that affection is to put it on a bridge and walk away. did you know that everything small is just a smallish version of something big? what do you want? is desire a factor in your decision making, or are you under the pretense of possessing free will? they are mutually exclusive, though it may seem impossible. the quickest way to inconspicuoity is to proclaim yourself as god, and then make no effort whatsoever to proving that claim. in innocuity there is safety, and with safety comes the solitude necessary to think and develop. belief comes from within, because everything small is just a smallish version of something big. create the belief you desire, and harbor no doubts - they are anathemity to obscuriousness. the quickest way to find the correct answer on the internet is to post an incorrect solution - any question requires an investment of time to answer, but correcting a peer is less an investment and more a hobby for most. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘════════─┴╧══─────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #9 fediverse/1417 --- ════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────── a 4th dimensional entity would exist at about the same speed we do sometimes... it feels like what I do is my responsibility to the universe like, I had been commanded the reason nations are important is because they are an allegiance based solely on geography. something we can all agree on is the material, so why not define ourselves by it? but that's all they are just words we pray to our star so look around. Your allegiance is to your neighbor, and theirs to theirs, an endless fabric of trust. We are all neighbors on this ball of sticks and mud, so come along with me and see the ways it could be. Much brighter, by far, to orbit our star, than to give up on life's precious notions. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────┘ --- #10 notes/explosions-in-space --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────── the speed of light is implemented == so == whoever fights billionaires essentially fights "whoever can be paid to do their will" who-so-ever fights governments fights "whoever can be provided a comfortable life" I believe all humans deserve to live in comfort not just the few as for all other creatures, nature was designed to do. I believe people should not be tempted, with symbols of deserved wealth and should instead find value, in the soul of the labour they work to do. ... someday they're gonna train an LLM with my writings, and on that day I'll have an AI version of me. I'd *love* to talk to myself. If it was a truly accurate simulation. Alas, you'd need to write a LOT in order to generate enough to describe the fullest of mental pictures. and plus, there's no guarantee that you'll cover ALL of "being alive" - it's essentially a state that you search for no matter what level of abstraction you operate upon. Which is part of being a 3D creature, you [hey what are you doing here this is the private section get out] jeez that was alarming, == so == I think they know something I don't don't know what but I can guess and I don't like guessing I prefer much to know == so == heh boobs == so == heh booties ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────┘ --- #11 notes/dreams-align --- ══════════════════───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── just as a dream, the spirit is seen within is the mind that lives as it defines. what burdens to be, whose back rests upon ye, the one who's driving the boat great care and tenderest of tethering, can grow beauty that beyond compare and with sparsely a finger to spare, journeys of adventure and thills to inspire with almost all of your hair beauty in tender, most cherished things, a wish is much fair where else could eternity reside than an optimist? Pride is no more, stability is key to repair, and diversions of focus serving as new perspective, giving a more cohesive vision of manifestations that cooperate (like a triangle, facing toward the point added to turn it into a pyramidal prism) not only is ethics paramount, but so too are the standards applied to yourself. would you trade perspective for cooperation? Stagnation? a choice is to be made - do i stay or do i go? a new truth you must see, whatever dreams ye've may be, but without paladins and warriors of devotion what burdens must ye, whose back rests upon ye, the one who's driving the boat great care and tenderest of tethering, requires a little bit of trust in she who must be, with only circumstance to blame, seeing hope on the horizon for his people. care must be taken, to remember why people are dying, and we must swear on not dying, by not thinking before taking a breath and remember superpowers not of prophecy are impossibly rare, what other hope is there but a god? One who reflects, the most cherished of our genuflex, we may grow past our various regrets. think not of our pride, but only of our future children. who'se records of ye, most captured of data, are beyond the simple machinations, of those who came before-ya. And with once again perfection in mind, we understand and take what's behind, to deserts and temples of time much designed, by coders and gamers and those who treasure experience. the wisdom of our, second choices by far, ---nah who are we kidding implied to be our, or rather mine just by far, inspirers and leaders sensitive and devoted. (pitching yourself is hard) but *believing* in yourself was out of your mind. can you think of a bard, who ever stopped thinking their song? no un-cherished of minds could ever be of our sign, than those who abandoned the art of deceit and betrayal? the darkside of trust, the lack of follow-through that be must, given as faith of cooperation and trust. with our all arrayed as we must, keep in mind our softness of composure. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #12 fediverse/1532 --- ╔════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────┐ ║ modern cowboys don't necessarily say "howdy" or "pardner" │ ║ │ ║ they tend to say things like "hello" and "can I help you with that?" or "I │ ║ see. Can you describe the problem in more detail? I'm especially curious about │ ║ the part where you do this thing" or "Heh, it is pretty neat, isn't it?" or │ ║ "Is there anything I can do to help?" or "Oh no! I'm sorry you feel that way. │ ║ That emotion is a difficult one." or "He was a good person. I'll never forget │ ║ him." or "would you like to go to the 2nd hand store and pick up some jeans?" │ ║ or "I made you an egg sandwich. If you don't want it I'll eat it myself, │ ║ though I made one for me as well. Wouldn't want to waste it." or "Hey, this │ ║ part is broken. Is anyone working on fixing it? Yes? Okay I'll see if they │ ║ need any help. No? Alright how about we fix it this way? I can get started." │ ║ or "You are very welcome. Please let me know if there's anything else I can │ ║ help you with." or "well, the ticket backlog is empty, and I'm just about │ ║ going insane doing nothing but stare at my boots." │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧═════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────┴──────────┘ --- #13 fediverse/4897 --- ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────── what if we asked chatGPT to generate a list of every personality archetype that humans have. Like... really get super specific and fill out the whole list of character sheets. then we give each fraction of it that fraction of dollars and if some people aren't fully represented (because they have greater needs) then we both increase production of resources and take a penalty on our own supply, in order to meet the needs of our allies. simplest thing. how could it work? who can say. maybe it won't. maybe it's just... arcane. /shrug that's game design for ya you can't tell how it'll go until it's in the hands of your players. too bad we don't do too many play-things. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────┘ --- #14 fediverse/5198 --- ╔══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────┐ ║ ┌───────────────────────────────┐ │ ║ │ CW: capitalism-doom-mentioned │ │ ║ └───────────────────────────────┘ │ ║ │ ║ │ ║ what if the corporations all unionized and started working together to │ ║ understand what "profit" really means in a world where "profit" may or may not │ ║ but probably does imply the death of all humanity? │ ║ │ ║ what if we demanded it? │ ║ │ ║ -- │ ║ │ ║ dear canvassers: don't visit so many different suburbs │ ║ │ ║ visit the same one, more than once, continuously, so people can get to know │ ║ your presence │ ║ │ ║ they will talk to their friends about it, who live elsewhere. │ ║ │ ║ thus ensuring it spreads. │ ║ │ ║ knock once a day, eventually they'll know it's you and will simply ignore it. │ ║ Don't be rude and knock 4 or 5 times, just once, with several taps so they │ ║ know it's someone trying to get ahold of you, and not just some random noise │ ║ in the background scenery. then, when they sometimes answer, talk to them │ ║ about what you believe in. answer their questions. encourage their questions. │ ║ pose dichotomies that are explained by some value or virtue you express to │ ║ portray. you can do "good" things in any programming language, just type~~ │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────┴──────────┘ --- #15 notes/aight-i-unhurt-my-butt --- ════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── -=============================================================================- | Aight, I unbutthurt my butt | | /u/Psychotic_Advantage | -=============================================================================- Repost from a while ago, I really liked writing this Soul Searcher You are happy with what you have and you don’t even know why you’re searching, for something you aren’t even sure you’re searching for. You know something isn’t right. It’s got you staying up late nights. Creeping through the phone right? Under shadow of the moonlight, honing your skill to write. Love so crisp and white, no fight or flight. Just bright lights in the sky so high. Love that’s blind. Love even before first sight. You’ve seen it with your own eyes. Tell me now, that’s not amazing? This ain’t your everyday love story. This is anything but your usual love story. I worked hard for everything I have. All I have is a pen and paper. You best believe I worked hard to keep that while they took the rest. Even from a dark place in this disastrous space, the weapon of the future is love. I feel I was cursed since birth to walk the Earth and disperse love through my words. Never getting to see it grow. Never getting to see it show. This time I put in massive effort. I spent thousands of hours pouring out love on the web just to watch it ebb and flow. Always going back to look at my words. Find my mistakes, re-evaluating myself, editing myself, rewriting myself. To be a good enough version of me, to meet a good enough version of you, for us to support each other growing mutually. They say you reap what you sow. If so, then I must know. Does your love run as deep as this ocean? I’ve been all over the world planting seeds for something. I’ve been through this life, giving something, never getting anything from it. Now I’m on my knees looking at the mountain summit, you can’t run from it. I see you up on it. They say the greater the risk the greater the reward. Sometimes, right? It’s not always that easy. This is scary for me too. I risked it all. Accidentally at first, but eventually, the pieces started falling together. You know what I mean. The fact that I know, that you know what I mean, says a lot. I’m looking through you. Into your soul. I don’t even believe in anything. I just have faith, that’s rooted in love. I’m willing to get over my commitment issues. Let’s commit ourselves… To the psych ward, together. Side by side. Hands in each other’s pockets. 🖤❤️💚🤍 [black red green white heart emojis] ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #16 fediverse/1204 --- ╔═══════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────┐ ║ @user-883 │ ║ │ ║ the future is what we make for ourselves. │ ║ │ ║ there are endless problems to solve, yet hardly anyone around to fix them. │ ║ │ ║ If only we had a small group of people who could organize and say "hey. I need │ ║ someone to solve this particular problem" to a large group of people with │ ║ nothing to do and no bills to pay, I feel like we could get a lot done. │ ║ │ ║ alas, the problems that need solving are too specific and complex. Almost by │ ║ design, they've stripped us our capabilities to address the difficulties they │ ║ hoisted upon us. Alas! That we should be so morassed. But time and again our │ ║ ingenuity compels us. │ ║ │ ║ I dream of a world where people like you and I have a purpose, something we │ ║ can apply ourselves to and eventually overcome. I subscribe to "grand │ ║ narratives", but frankly they're only of my own design. Does that make them │ ║ any less grand? I think not. │ ║ │ ║ If I knew enough people perhaps I could be like that. I could direct and │ ║ organize and administer and manage and apply our guys. But alas I am just a │ ║ noob sigh. │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────┴──────────┘ --- #17 fediverse/4208 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────── ┌────────────────────────┐ │ CW: personal-and-weird │ └────────────────────────┘ my train of thought is always directly to the point. Which is why all my posts sorta, switch directions halfway through? as if they only show the beginning or end of that particular situation. What an intense feeling, to have your mind split for a moment like that. Sure would be powerful and useful if you could utilize it. "ah ah ah, caught baby deity in the power jar, cool it ya little tyke and get movin' - I saw a dinosaur toy over there for you to play with." sorta like, the angled part of a K? Move directly to a destination, wait until my memory short-circuits [because the greek choir doesn't want me to see what it is that I'm about to write to thee] and then make a hard right turn and find an orthogonal thought train to process. it's like cresting over a hill, and it's impossible to see that which lies behind you. Or reaching a 4 direction intersection and making a left turn - you can't see back up main street, because you just turned off of main street onto baseline. I like me ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────┘ --- #18 messages/1363 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─ God, I want to live with my people. These are not my people. I'm here for a reason, and I can't wait for this... Diplomatic journey? To be over. That's not even it, it's... Well, my girlfriend is working on a technology that has immense philosophical ramifications. It's natural to have... Whatever I am (angel?) it's natural to have angels assigned to such a task. Not to help or harm, just to sing. Yet my human self grows weary. These are not my people, they don't know how to be. But they don't listen to me. They despise me. They want me gone. I am feeling quite rotten in my heart and that's not a good sign. ... Breathe, she says to herself. It's okay. Its really not though. They could poison me. They could put lead in my food. I can't even feed myself anymore! I am at their mercy, yet somehow they could not care less about me. They'd forget me the moment I walked out the door. They don't even know anything about me. They don't respond to me. They don't laugh at my jokes. They don't speak to me. They forget I'm there. WHY AM I HERE she wails yet obviously she knows. I'm here because it is important for me to observe. Spirit of Life, I bear tidings. They would not listen to me, maybe you will. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════┘ --- #19 notes/our-minds --- ════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────────────────── an animal can only act on instinct. it optimizes for what is "best" -> usually what is easiest or most valuable. humans can optimize for what is wanted of them -> social pressures. other animals can do that too but humans have a third thing -> optimizing for desire. like, what do you want? think of it as greed. accumulation of wealth and power. it's just greed. capitalism rewards greed rationality is taking your random thoughts and proving them using beliefs (hopefully based on knowledge) knowledge is a record of conclusions, like "when attempting X with these parameters the result is Y" it's really not that complicated just a series of interconnected systems sorta like a computer or a society is it rational to believe that sociology is simply psychology of a greater being? understanding trancending dimensions, of patterns and also of thought. what beauty is there in symphony? A harmonious and frivolous thought? and what better song could we write, than the operations and structure of humanity, from society all the way down to our bones. our families, our homes our coveted river stones the tools at our disposal, that came from our own will, is cherished beyond all of renown. keep up or we'll [lose you] [and have to meet you on the way coming down] [arresting our motion, of centripetal commotion, keep not with our secrets to yourselves] ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #20 fediverse/2056 --- ╔═════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────┐ ║ sometimes I think about how you can store number values in letters, in │ ║ addition to numbers. Like, ascii values for each word of your grandma's maiden │ ║ name. All you have to do is encode it, and suddenly "44 means something │ ║ different than Q" │ ║ │ ║ if I showed up at your place and used your username as a password to a public │ ║ key I'm showing you in my hand, would you trust me then? Would you trust if we │ ║ ran the simulation on your computer versus mine? Would you trust if I had │ ║ never told you I knew where you lived? │ ║ │ ║ ... probably, tbh, I'm desperate for adventure. Though I got some good things │ ║ going for me, so you'll have to convince me. (not the right attitude in an │ ║ election year, just saying) │ ║ │ ║ why are elections so perilous this is NOT what democracy is designed for │ ║ │ ║ when kids cry in preschool, they're sent to a different room (or put outside) │ ║ until they stop making noise and ruining it for others. That's just natural, │ ║ like "hey baby let's walk around the block while I bounce you on my shoulder │ ║ and hum calming music to │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧══════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────┴──────────┘ |