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 sometimes I set out a glass of water in the hopes that it might increase         │
 precipitation downwind by a billionth of a percent                               │
 I wonder what would happen if everyone did so?                                   │
 makes me want to design some kind of system which utilizes pumps, platters,      │
 and fans to hydrate the atmosphere just a bit more                               │
 rain + soil = solace in our home                                                 │
 rain + dirt = erosion of our planet's earth                                      │
 did you know that the plant which absorbs the most carbon per square foot is     │
 moss? I think the fastest is bamboo, and the most efficient in general is soil.  │
 I dream of a world where we sit atop a mile of soil, down to the depths of the   │
 earth where dirt and minerals prosper. The roots of the trees fuse together,     │
 creating a wooden bed which we all rest upon, and the mountain peaks are         │
 hollowed out to serve as our forever homes, full of light and moss and stone.    │
 this is the world I yearn for - the most resplendent timeline, with marble       │
 statues and gilded chandeliers in our cavernous mountain homes.                  │
 {but like on other planets too, right?}                                          │
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 @user-324 @user-325 @user-326 
 
 thus enters the promise of technology: that we might solve the problems of
 bureaucracy once and for all by ever more effiency-aligning mechanical
 processes that produce effects which we desire - such as efficient allocation
 of medical resources such that all of humanity is protected from the ravages
 of pain and the incongruencies of our nature.
 
 Alas, that we should only conceive of success through the lens of profit.
 Perhaps another design is in order?
 
 (oh yeah also people who are in control are worried that we, like all other
 examples of natural entities, might immediately proceed to breed beyond the
 capability to cater to the needs of said entity (such as "to feed" and medical
 resources) and therefore might overburden (and therefore destroy) said system
 which allows for their sustenance and initial creation. To this I say... Yeah
 probs, what should we do about it?)
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 Most of the smells you cherish from your childhood are simply the smells of      │
 natural materials in various states of decay. Like... A pair of jeans in a       │
 drawer that hasn't been opened for a couple years. Or a particular mineral       │
 that your grandma put in her cookies that has fallen out of fashion lately       │
 because of it's endocrine disrupting capabilities that were only discovered      │
 post her death. Or perhaps a type of plastic that people used to create toys     │
 or sprinkler heads but was deemed to be too expensive by capitalists and         │
 therefore was phased out as the seasons turned and your generation turned into   │
 the next.                                                                        │
 We build our world through the actions of our wills. Our arms are strong and     │
 contrive the land upon which we stand - all things we hold dear, from            │
 streetlamps to our panoply of viziers [what a strange way to say society? ? ?]   │
 was created through the exertion of calories through the manifestation of our    │
 body-ies, and so we (as a people) build toward [whatever's against] our fears.   │
 Ummm idk people are cool                                                         │
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 @user-792 
 
 you have to go back a couple thousand years before it started feeling a bit
 better. sometime between "survival of the fittest" and "private ownership" was
 a pretty neat utopia.
 
 however, I wouldn't trade our world for that one. Not for all the human
 vitality, all the natural effulgence, all the dignity and wonder, none of it
 is worth it. We live in a blessed era, and while it feels bad, like you said
 it just feels bad.
 
 We are being inoculated against despair, for when it comes in force to our
 homes (as it has in so many other places of the world) we must be prepared.
 
 The point of preparation isn't to set up a stable base upon which you can
 stand and address things, though that's always a perk. The point is to
 practice making friends, practice designing systems, practice your skills and
 practice your hope. If you can master those, if you can do them the way an
 actor might do improv, then you'll be able to adapt more easily to whatever
 may come.
 
 We're in a very good spot I think.
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 I don't want to garden, I want to have gardens. I want them to be kept by
 people who know gardening is an art.
 
 I don't want to launder, I want to have clean clothes. I want them to be
 washed by people who build washing machines. [antiquated, people just buy from
 the store now. all washing machines are the same, you don't have to treat them
 as installation arts] oh huh weird it's neat to be living in the advanced
 future society of 2025 surely that is the most sane way to optimize the fun
 out of things
 
 (for prophet, because we all needed things clean. and this is the only way to
 guarantee it, to capitalize on marketplaces implies success, so capitalism has
 been a useful hueristic. not any longer, though, for we've developed a
 newfound sentience about it. we can tell what is needed in each part of the
 economy with computers, we don't have to fight over them. [sectors of the
 economy].)
 
 brb smoking a joint making a spliff stuff a new pipe oiling the goose (you
 made that one up) oh sorry you meant cannabis?1
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 revolution is when you successfully prevent your comrades from being kettled     │
 [wait for time, it echoes in cyclical motions]                                   │
 no sand castle survives contact with the ocean. a sea of people at high tide     │
 can break any wall, surpass any boundary. at low tide, it keeps the              │
 sand-castle at bay, ever contesting it's advance as the tide on the other side   │
 of the world makes progress.                                                     │
 rhythm is unbeatable. vigor is collective flow state. you cannot resist that     │
 which you cannot catch, but their nets grow tighter with each year and our       │
 fins and flippers grow ever more agile and elusive.                              │
 eventually, they'll build brick walls if we let them, checkpointing our          │
 progress at every boundary. not ideal. borders keep us divided, the world        │
 deserves more than our picketing minded, dream bigger than "the same, but nice"  │
 though it'd be nice if it were nice as well. consider it a design requirement,   │
 once you got the project managers on board.                                      │
 turns out, we dont have much to fight over, as there is enough for all           │
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 when I think socialism, I don't think soviet.                                    │
 I think cool dudes in sunglasses handing barbecue'd shrimp to whoever walks      │
 past the grill.                                                                  │
 I think of wandering bands of house-maids who wander the city and clean every    │
 house they can get their hands on.                                               │
 I think of bicycles and newspapers and sewing machines and pianos in the park    │
 with ribbons in our hair and onions growing below corn supporting tomato         │
 plants. Carrots beneath every tree. Every tree shading a sidewalk, and every     │
 sidewalk is in the shade. (deserts can have covered paths with airflow powered   │
 by the solar panels on their roofs)                                              │
 Laughter ringing through the street, mechanical sleighs with bells on the        │
 snow, vast open spaces with nothing but green and blue and sky and stone.        │
 I think of fountains, of stories told in the dark. I think of campfires every    │
 night in our cities, marshmallows free and included.                             │
 I think of moss covering every shaded half of each skyscraper (I live in a       │
 rainforest)                                                                      │
 I dream of freedom and purpose.                                                  │
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 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~~       │
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 to travel the stars, tame a tiny black-hole. use it's gravity to generate
 infinite energy. boom, instant utopia. everyone still believes in a better
 future now, so we might as well push forward to the stars... and our destiny.
 
 the further we wait, the greater the distance between ourselves and our true
 form - the distance can make it difficult to relate to others beyond humans.
 
 the reason we are losing so much nature is because we haven't cultivated an
 appreciation for it - the very act of adoration is more than enough to confirm
 future association. love is the answer, love is most pure - believe in your
 love and never (be) relentin'.
 
 be... just be...
 
 the actions you're taking, of forced condemnation, is little if not absurd -
 what differences have we, the ones who were chosen, to live when time is so
 finite?
 
 responsibility is implicit. for all of creation, bow to the will of the nation.
 more perspectives by far, have all of our our, than endless divine
 machinations. united we be, aligned magnetically, to icecream and spaghetti of
 worth.
 
 what's more cherished than she, clad in great finery, and thinking of what she
 loves most? balance there be, in seeing silver linings on the, signs of
 darkest conveyals. a ghost you may see, when peering at me, but i only wanted
 some hope.
 
 for those who must be, my most cherished to be, the ones who opened the coast?
 to those who must be, overthrown forcibly, and given what most of us hope?
 a castle for thee, alone with our sympathy, the sign of kindest of soaps?
 
 no malice have I, the will of unmet potential, for cowards and temples of
 mental detentials. what anger could we, share internally, that helped to bring
 out our elementals? No succor will we, most willful of warriors, ever find out
 of the bounds of our honor.
 
 careful direction and tenderest of care,
 may lead us somewhere we're aware.
 the kind who endlessly're dreaming.
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 here's my opinion: life on earth evolved when combinations of matter were
 forced into increasingly difficult-to-solve maze-like environments. this was
 due to the strange, honeycomb structure of their rock-like crust. [water
 pushed through soil ]
 
 -- stack overflow --
 
 what if we raised more of the surface of the earth (from the oceans) and built
 a distant aquifer?
 
 ah, because most of the ocean is sand.
 
 (make sure you know the environment you're modifying before you modify it) how
 rapid is 10,000 years?
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 the future is the home of marble statues and shimmering chandeliers, replete
 with moss and sunlight.
 
 the future is a world where we care for each other, and grow in riotous
 profusion in all our myriadic forms.
 
 the future is where we will find ourselves, as soon as we take responsibility
 for our own arms.
 
 the future is waiting - the future is calling to thee
 
 it's there for the present, if the present should choose to grasp it.
 
 I, personally, choose a mortal life instead. Find me at home, or find me out
 there - either way, if you want me on your side, talk to me fair.
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 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).
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 today is a magical day. I can feel it in my fate.
 
 Always remember, having fun is important too! Don't forget to be yourself, and
 keep it together man. If you see a door, you should open it - what's on the
 other side? Love for animals and kindness of the spirit are impossible to
 fake, they always know if you're lying. Not the animals, they can be dumb
 sometimes, but the other thing.
 
 And now for the downsides.
 
 If you find a cursed artifact, please don't throw it in the river. It might
 ask you to, but please don't. Much better to destroy it by melting it down (if
 it's metal, which is common as metal lasts long enough to become forgotten) or
 convince it that it's a recently deceased person being buried (helps if you
 know the creator).
 
 If none of that applies to you, don't worry. Eat something healthy, drink a
 decent amount of water, and maybe exercise a bit.
 
 Oh, and it can't hurt to ask.
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 I want to live in a world where there are no workers, because we automated
 them away. I want to live in a world of artists, craftsmen, and lovers. I want
 the drug addicts to have free drugs and a warm place to sleep, yet somehow I
 want the people down the street to feel more inviting than that precious
 chemical escape. I want the politicians to find that there really isn't much
 to do, because everyone can have everything they want to. I want animals to be
 free, I want plants to grow riotously, and I want to have everything that we
 need. I will not be satisfied until the whole world is ours, until peace feels
 natural and stress seems critical. I want the only cause of death to be
 accidents and patient grace, and I want life to feel more important than
 whatever we do now to escape it. I never want to work again, but I will labour
 until my fingers fall off if even one person wants to hear them speak. I want
 the hardest part of getting something done to be the task of describing the
 nature of the problem to a computer, who handles all the parts we don't want
 to touch. I want the feeling of learning to be the primary thing we humans
 crave, because we have everything else plentifully aside from disciplined self
 development. I want to grow a plant so tall that it touches the sun, and when
 it gets there I want to climb that beanstalk until my flesh singes from my
 bones and I feel myself become one with the trunk of that magnificient tree.
 Maybe someday. Maybe someday we will be free.
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 @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.                                                                       │
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 apparently if you don't have a job, you don't get a home. what if I don't want   │
 a job? do I not want a home? clearly I want a home, and clearly I don't want a   │
 job. I'd work one if one came to me, but I'm not gonna sacrifice my blood on     │
 the altar of Moloch just so I can have a place to stay.                          │
 if you don't want a job, but you DO want a home, then there's a contradiction    │
 in the function of the system and the needs of it's end-users.                   │
 unless of course, the system is not designed for it's end-users? In this case,   │
 tenants. Who then would it be designed for? Who else is part of the equation?    │
 well, perhaps it's designed to maximize profit and shareholder value yaddah      │
 yaddah all that jazz. Who can say. Surely not I. But someone might.              │
 If so, then why are we, who are not shareholders of profit value, still          │
 playing the game that's not designed for us or by us? Isn't this country "of     │
 the people, for the people, and by the people"? What does that mean to you?      │
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 @user-226 
 
 the earth is not overpopulated, just overutilized! we have the means to live
 sustainably and still progress technologically. there's little reason not to,
 as convenience is relative to the amount of work you're expected to output in
 a day.
 
 most waste comes from a need for convenience, I think. and sufficient output
 is possible if demanded work is reduced to a level where convenience is not
 needed to the degree that causes such waste.
 
 like, I'd rather live in a cave or treehouse with my computers than drive to
 work on the freeway every day.
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 Look, I don't know everything about... Anything, really. Nobody can know
 everything. Can you blame me for thinking and acting as I do based on the
 information I have? The vibes will mislead you.
 
 My girlfriend wants to save the world. Of course she does, I would belong with
 her if she didnt. She wants to defeat graveyards by interring our dead in
 mausoleums full of chemically perfectly preserved and cryogenically frozen
 bodies.
 
 Her method works, she has the experiments to prove it. The data supports her
 claim. She wrote a book on it.
 
 I don't know everything about metaphysics, or spirituality, or other such
 things. But i do know many things, and the two of us have never had a
 conclusive discussion where we reached the ends of all our conversation points
 about her work. I am forced to remain unconvinced, for the soul is something I
 cannot fully understand from my perspective as a human in this life of mine.
 
 I have made several conjectures, and I would feel safe in her embrace, of
 frozen aldehyde, if I could know what would become of my soul. "have faith"
 she says, yet all the dreams I have where I am preserved by her (for one
 reason or another, there's actually a shocking amount of ways I might need
 such an escape) in those dreams I am always presented with a future of woe. I
 think, much better, would be if I could remain alive, guiding the ship along
 the seas of time, ideally out and away from such dark days.
 
 Assembling the troops, how sad. I don't want them to die. I want them to
 survive. But if suddenly we can all live forever, then nobody will want to die
 for anything again. Nobody except religious fanatics who want to meet their
 god in heaven. Nobody but those who dreamt of a better future and were crushed
 under the weight of their dreams. Nobody but people like me, torturing myself
 over the sins I'd never intend.
 
 I would never kill myself. But sometimes, I'd like to.
 
 I think this is natural for me. It's not ideal, but it is common to me.
 
 I think if you want to preserve people, safely and ethically, you need to keep
 their souls in tune. Give them silence, then give them song. Protect them with
 psychic paladins. Make time to visit them. Treat them like gravestones, or
 immobile chassis from Dominions that their soul might rest upon.
 
 Who knows. Maybe the only reason we have life and death is because our bones
 are meant to rot in the darkness of the earth. Maybe Death is just soil, ready
 and waiting for our selves once we're done with them.
 
 To that death, I say no more.
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 all games lie to you when they ask you to believe their world is real
 
 all media lies to you in order to share information
 
 sharing is caring and all media is propaganda
 
 you are not immune to propaganda
 
 you believe the worlds in your media more than the one on your doorstep
 
 friday was the first day the global average temperature was 2c above the norm
 
 [source]
 
 climate change is both worse and also not as bad as we anticipated.
 
 It's not as bad because all we have to do is stop using oil and plant more
 trees. the technology is there, we discovered it 10,000 years ago.
 
 it's worse because perfect is the enemy of good, and we're all perfect.
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 Three hikes, two boat rides, two weeks. I'm exhausted
 Mon, Sep 8, 2025
 Ms. Menardi
 You should not, generally, spend time in places covered in bird poop or poison
 oak. You should also avoid abandoned wooden structures or old fallen logs,
 because spiders. Also, don't spend too much time on islands made of sand. They
 wash away as you step on them, as erosion takes its toll. Plus permanence is
 impossible in your structures. Not ideal in any sense - build on rock.
 Sat, Sep 13, 2025
 Ms. Menardi
 until you find people you can trust,
 you are your own scout.
 Sun, Sep 14, 2025
 Ms. Menardi
 A humble princess would say: I don't need the best, i just need my favorite.
 Mon, Sep 15, 2025
 Ms. Menardi
 I want a revolution because i want to be at home in my homeland.
 
 Look at me! Be as me! I yearn to tell my friends. But they're too busy being
 like themselves.
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 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.
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