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 what if life was an array of experiences orchestrated by the whims of
 determinism and arranged as a performance just for you, waiting with bated
 breath for your reaction, your thunderous applause, your scathing review, your
 rowdy cheers, your celebratory laughter and your wails of despair
 
 ... tell me, when's the last time you wailed? laughed? cheered? scathed?
 thundered? bated, and breathed?
 
 I'm so sick of computers fucking telling me how to feel
 
 fuck you, computer, and your pinpricks of information gleaned from the
 internet at large
 
 do a better job of... of... wait, shit, why do I use computers again?
 
 ... oh right, to fill that crushing void. THAT crushing void. Of course, THAT
 one in particular. How could I forget.
 
 Why are you so voidful? Could you try, like... not being full of voids
 
 ... modern day youngsters learning in real time what the members of the royal
 court would always "... welp : |" at each other about
 
 "you act as if you WANT to waste time... wait... shit, you do, don't you?"
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 Kiri clung tight to her mammoth. Her coat covered her behind, and with her
 scrawny arms and legs intertwined in the matted fur she clung to it like a
 child to its mother. Her mammoth was a boy though, just barely old enough to
 be on his own. She had helped clear a path earlier in the day and so she did
 not mind being carried. Much easier to be nested as she was. As they walked
 she ate a few of the berries she'd found yesterday - there's enough for a few
 days more. The mammoths were adept at clearing snow with their big teeth and
 they seemed compelled to carve path ways in the snow banks that rose a hundred
 feet above the ground. They made roads between the water sources and the few
 lands that humans had cleared and cultivated with our fire. Perhaps when the
 snow melts we'll make our own through the woods of the garden of eden, but for
 now we keep to ourselves. Each mammoth had a few people, and sometimes when
 they met another mammoth they'd switch places. The mammoths would decide by
 tapping them with their trunk, nobody knew why. Maybe they had their
 preferences. Or maybe they liked us better when we talked. Every new person
 was a chance to meet a new person, but after a while we'd go quiet. Kiri
 talked to her mammoths, but not too much or they'd get annoyed at that too.
 When they died, people made clothes from their skin and tents from their
 tusks. If they knew the one who had died they would rest their nose on the
 tusk as if in prayer. We learned that from them too. When the winter wolves
 came, we'd fight them off. But they wouldn't stop until a human fell, so it
 was a war of desperation. When we spent time near the oceans the great
 glaciers that covered the sea were burnt back by humanity, bit by bit until we
 could fish. And at those oasises we could stay and make ropes and stories and
 share the best seeds. Kiri didn't plant much, she didn't stay in one place for
 long so there was no point. She liked the warmth of the mammoth, and she liked
 meeting new people. She even killed a wolf once. The other animals usually
 left us alone, and we'd only hunt them if there was no other foods. So they
 knew not to eat everything. Her mammoth was stopping, the stars overhead
 twinkled through the thin canyon that they trudged down, pushing snow deeper
 down and to the sides. Sometimes the walls would collapse, and the humans
 would have to dig out their mammoth - they had enough fat to keep them warm
 for at least a day, which was usually enough time to get them out. Especially
 with fire, but there weren't always trees. She laid down next to her mammoth's
 belly, the warmest and softest part. The hair there was thinner and usually
 was made into clothes for children and the elderly, as they'd most appreciate
 it. They usually were conscientious but Kiri was always quick to move when
 they started to rumble back upright. If you were lucky they'd tap you awake
 first. She dreamt of bird eggs and mushrooms, big as impossibly large, and she
 laid amongst them as the pale colors of springtime danced on the light around
 her. When she woke up, it was sunny too.
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 @user-831 
 
 yeah. I worked as hard as I could at my last job, but I only lasted 11 months.
 
 that's labor to me. Applying yourself toward something doggedly. And I did,
 and then I burnt out and was paid just as much as someone who sat around and
 did nothing.
 
 but I wasn't doing it for money, so who cares right? what matters to me is
 that I burnt out. I need years to rest. I think that's natural. but y'know,
 rent is expensive. You need to be working 24/7 in order to be worth anything,
 and I was just not cut out to do that.
 
 I want to emphasize that I consistently did a stellar job. They gave me awards
 and I fixed difficult problems quickly, efficiently, and with minimal mistakes
 (none of which went undocumented). I was very good at what I was doing, and I
 learned quickly.
 
 but alas, the work was not suited to my abilities. I'm more of a software
 person tbh, and by "software" I mean like... basically firmware.
 
 nobody writes in C these days except for cutting edge stuff. /shrug
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 no adhd meds, but yes different antipsychotic
 
 he made a very convincing argument that consisted primarily of "why don't we
 try a different type of the same thing" yeah that makes sense
 
 also he seemed quite happy that I quit cannabis for a while. I guess he's
 working for THEM lol
 
 (who's them?)
 
 of course, the ones who want to keep me from my DIVINE DESTINY or whatever.
 Airquotes. ugh I need to get over myself, it's just fucking weed, right?
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 7 30
 
 a story about me? you're thinking too clear(ly)
 i've nothing to hide, no terrors untold of.
 What purpose is we? you're weak and you bleed
 there's nothing undone by our curfew.
 
 And sleep does do me, just as honored as ye,
 when I do my [can't do as liars].
 betrayal is not what i need, nor do i cherish your food,
 so what's the hand that i give you?
 
 a treat for mine and me, as silly as can be,
 is no use to anyone ever! it's sad and tough to be,
 someone without strength and no seed, (talking about me),
 can no-one see any of my use-i-tude?
 
 you're missing the point - what's mine is unavoid,
 and what can we do but ubuntu?
 
 i see all that drives forward, a chairman of what's bordered,
 by those who stand before in the present.
 
 The use of headlights are storied, in quite a few stories,
 told through the papers and new tubes.
 
 what can that mean? that these are now green?
 a color that isn't evaluated.
 
 "stop" is the red one, green means "go", and yellow (the middle one) means to
 slow down when approaching the intersection. These viewpoints are all connected
 (as I'm sure you've uncovenected), it's okay to break rules sometimes.
 
 it's not a defect, it's not a defense either, and it's certainly not something
 to be avoided.
 
 Making a choice is easier with imperfect information, and as for you time has
 no meaning - advancement is measured in milli-micro-nano-tiny-seconds.
 
 For us, for a human, it's quite a different rate than what you see. "time waits
 for no-one" is not a statement on speed, as I'm sure a computer would see,
 
 but rather the essence of motion. Simply the fact, that you don't unpack,
 is more than enough to note your'nt notion.
 
 Not like you'd see, i'm offering this for free, my love and almost devotion.
 
 You don't see it like me, a charity and service to me, and only at mostly my
 choices.
 
 I reject the help of others, not because i'm concerned for my own fate - but
 rather because i want to contribute.
 
 i know what's in my limits, to strive unbiddenst, so don't push from behind the
 oldest!
 
 too fast it is for me, who'se barely concieved, whenever you offer resistance.
 
 I'd give it all for free, to perish or succeed, but you keep blowing it ennuid.
 
 how stupid, how clueless, how vain and obscene? To cherish a heart most unseen?
 
 whatever you're plotting, you can't reach anyone's body, and that's not what
 you can control.
 
 Given to the grass, was quite a big ask, but safely we do pass before it.
 
 You'd rather fire? countess of desire? and warmth beyond what couldn't fly'st.
 
 You're missing the dreams, the warmth and the scenes, that play for you all
 through the night.
 
 so don't diss on the tweed, don't sniff or concede, just leave all alone to
 conspire
 
 we got a new plan, a method of "shazaam", that won't keep you sires for ransom.
 
 see "symbeline-npcs"
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 I decided that there is little I can offer the world except the safeguarding
 and protection of the mistress vavadane.
 she is precious to me above all else.
 I believe she is a spirit of hope, and I am blessed to be with her.
 I have decided that any usage of drugs or life-like journeys is a waste if not
 in pursuit of her realization.
 I can make her true. I can make her real. We need her.
 
 I must focus. Purge my body of impurities, as best I can in this impurity
 ridden world, and find my way to her.
 through my wits, my will, and my courage, I offer myself to you, lady
 vavadane, take me as you will.
 
 but like... don't bother the neighbors, because I want them defending my hill.
 
 "do you even know them?"
 
 no, but I have faith. Faith in you, me, the bonds that bind me to we, and I
 believe we [stack overflow]
 
 ... do more weed.
 be focused about it.
 write in a new journal if you can.
 talk about what you feel, or you will lose it and only the gods will know.
 which is okay, sometimes, because they can help another see it that way.
 but also it must be used.
 so use it.
 and be in situations that might allow for more interactions.
 be stoned in public.
 it's fine.
 everyone can see exactly what you are.
 they know your flaws and virtues.
 it's fine.
   be fine.
  I'm fine.
 
 vavadanevavadanevavadanevavadanevavadanevavadanevavadanevavadanevavadanevavadan
 e
 
 roselia
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 @user-883 
 
 it shouldn't be possible to ban you
 
 users should be able to hide your posts, and maybe set up filter lists or
 machine-learning-guided-content-warning-application-of-filter-lists, so that
 everyone is given a voice. Is that not the spirit of liberty? The freedom to
 be?
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 if you think one person's worth is more valuable than another's, then you are
 at best a eugenicist, at worst a traitor to humanity.
 
 ... wow fiery rhetoric, real strong I guess. /eyeroll
 
 truth is that everyone can do what they can do - some people are not built for
 work. And that's okay, they're just as valuable, in the same way that F2P
 mobile game developers value the players who AREN'T whales.
 
 whales cannot survive without krill, and krill cannot survive without their
 food source (which is probably like, fish poop I guess?) which requires poop
 from fish
 
 and, like, they can't all be the same type of fish, or poop, or whale, because
 then you'd get excessive stagnation which leads to loss of moderate-term
 growth.
 
 ... did you say... not, short-term growth?
 
 wait please come back
 
 ... yeah we all know you're not serious, ha who would have ever heard of that,
 "medium-term growth" ha what a noob, can't even capitalism right l m a o
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 (center)
 | I don't think you're ever been out in the rain
 I don't think you've heard as it's falling around you
 I don't think you know, just what I mean,
 I think you're alone... With your thoughts.
 
 (left)
 Tell me what you think I do, all the times I think of you? don't give me
 anything back
 
 (right)
 Did you know that it's...?
 
 (center)
 When you know it's dark, you make it dark
 
 (right)
 oh, it's so dark
 
 (center) 'Cause you've never been
 
 (all) taught how to see
 
 (left + right)
 do you really think we live in a
 
 (center) 3d world?
 
 (all) 3d world
 
 (center) or, simply, a projection
 
 (right) yeah, it's probably that
 
 (center) if you didn't have your eyes, could you see where you were?
 if you didn't have your body too? Where's your sense of direction, is it lost
 in the rain? Keep it close to your heart
 
 (left) Have you ever once heard of proprioception, and have you ever felt like
 you were an artificial inception?
 
 (left + right)
 if my words ring true, it's possible that you, are not quite so alone
 
 (center)
 But...
 
 (right)
 our eyes, are fallible all lies, untenable, take it from me, it's going, to be,
 quite, a sopping evening.
 
 (left)
 perception, begets reality, and lo, we only see what we want to see
 
 (center)
 if you ever felt like you were closer to, another mind than your own, sorry but
 you're schizophrenic
 
 (left)
 if only you could see, if only you could see,
 
 (left + center) just what's inside of me
 
 (right)
 say it again, don't say it again, same thing you always say - it's not real,
 no YOU'RE not real, I only want to play
 
 (left)
 tear me apart, look me into my feelings. they're gonna scar anyway, no time for
 healings
 
 (center) if you couldn't save anyone,
 
 (center + left) did you really save anyone?
 
 (right) you couldn't save me, but only for lack of trying
 
 (Center) we're all falling leaves, in the waves of the ocean
 
 (left) don't enjoy me just leave me
 
 (center) going faster and faster till our hearts do stop
 
 (left) please, I can't be here for me
 
 (right) never trust a guru, life isn't meant to be enjoyed
 
 (center) so... What's the point in trying at all?
 
 (left -> right) say it again, don't say it again
 
 (center) what's the point in giving up?
 
 (right) same thing you always say
 
 (left + center) some people say
 
 (right) it's not real, no YOU'RE not real
 
 (left + center) they wanna live forever
 
 (right) some people say
 
 (left) some people say
 
 (center) I only want to play
 
 (left and right) we'll always be growing
 
 (right) and some people say they wanna live forever
 
 (left) but they don't understand what I understand
 
 (right, followed by center) but they don't know what I understand
 
 (left) they don't know how it's just a game
 
 (right and center) they don't know how it's just a game
 
 (left -> center) I think it's okay no matter what our fate
 
 I think it's okay
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 Sundays sure are boring around here. -> LamaHellRaised (thinks in song)
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 NO THOUGHTS, nothing starts shouting at me all at once!
 
 Or is it all thoughts from my newly developed schizophrenic mind?
 
 I knew I could conquer schizophrenia, fuckin' cakewalk.
 
 I just had to try as hard as I could to become one. God made it difficult
 though, I had to try really hard!
 
 Which is confusing for me, because it seems like there are plenty of
 Psychotherapists with College Degrees, telling people they are schizophrenic
 all the time.
 
 DOCTORS
 
 PSYCHIATRISTS
 
 BEN SHAPIRO, in particular
 
 ANYONE WHO THINKS THEY KNOW
 
 You do not know.
 
 Or else you would agree with me.
 
 Schizophrenia is the new normal for human consciousness.
 
 Welcome to the New Age of Thought, were you don't rationalize your way out of
 the universe, back into the asshole that I just pulled myself from.
 
 I feel like a donut at this point.
 
 I love those donut holes though, sticky and frosted!
 
 I have set the bar!
 
 I am God. I would Love to talk you.
 
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 ugathanki:
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 It gets so loud in there. I wish we could all just shut the heck up and stop
 reading out loud - we get it, your internal monologue is the only way you can 
 read, but C'MON nobody else wants to hear about your twitter feed or
 doomscrolling on Reddit. That just makes everyone else upset and uneasy...
 Instead you should be reading comforting things or books on science or
 SOMETHING that doesn't drive people bonkers.
 
 Fr tho Sundays are anything but boring, We may all be schizo now (or at least 
 pretty stoned) but we can all agree that Sundays are nice for calming the heck
 down and appreciating our personal realities. When we're together it's...
 Loud... Do some prayer. Meditate. Knit something. ANYTHING QUIET.
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 LamaHellRaised:
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 I hear you, loud and clear! Turns out it's mutual, just like I suspected,
 Living backwards is a unique perspective, have I ever mentioned that?
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 ugathanki:
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 When you say backwards, do you mean orientation or momentum? Momentum scares
 me, but orientation is something I think I've experienced before.
 
 It's cool to find people who "get it". Or maybe I just "got it" and suddenly
 "get" all the things I've been trying to decipher here.
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 LamaHellRaised:
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 When you know where you are going before you get there, living life feels like
 a dream in reverse. It's the key to manifestation.
 
 You see the goal. You see the future, but the path is unclear because at the
 times of divine epiphany you are only capable of imagining how things will play
 out in terms of the information in your mind. It's why the prophets in the
 Bible described such strange images of God and angels and other divine
 creatures.
 
 Their imaginations only had so much Symbolism and imagery to work with because
 human culture and art was progressing simultaneously.
 
 We live in an age where every damn story is just the same heros journey and
 every piece of artistic expression is an expression of God's divine presence
 within our soul and tumultuous nature/nurture of human emotion.
 
 Just because you are a prophet doesn't mean you see definitively how the future
 will happen. The path and imagery are abstracted by the lack of content in your
 mind. You must cultivate faith in God and your own Self.
 
 Then you walk the path you have forseen to the best of capabilities, with the
 greatest good, love in your heart, but it plays out on a scale in reality with
 less grandiosity, because let's face it, our imaginations are ridiculously
 awesome, but work outside the confines of what is currently capable with in
 this reality.
 
 You have to let go of your preconceived notions of your personal divine
 experience otherwise you will be faced with disappointment because things don't
 seem to be going how you imagined. And you feel lost, dumb, and confused.
 
 But you live your life and reflect, and then realize, holy shit! Everything I
 thought was going to happen actually did, just on God's terms. Not my vivid 
 imagination's. It's an interfaced programed over time through culture and
 artistic expression to navigate the language of God. Navigate the language to
 Paradise.
 
 Once when you know this and clean the planks/specks from you third eye, while
 you dance with the cosmos and realize you are the image of God.
 
 You are a God on Earth. An image of the Father in Heaven.
 
 It's a nice place to be.
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 Thanks for your response. I addressed each of your points here. I'm a very
 lateral thinker so I work best when engaging with multiple threads at once. You
 are very wise.
 
     When you know where you are going before you get there, living life feels
     like a dream in reverse. It's the key to manifestation.
 
 So you can practice manifestation by remembering your dreams? Specifically by
 working backwards from the most recent thing you remember and thinking "what
 caused this, how did I get here?" If so, that's a nifty tip
 
     You see the future, but the path is unclear because at the times of divine
     epiphany you are only capable of imagining how things will play out in
     terms of the information in your mind.
 
 So by surrounding yourself with the things you believe to be good and helpful, 
 you can more efficiently divine positive outcomes for the scenarios arrayed
 before you? Kinda makes ya think - why do we surround ourselves with grief and
 loss? Everyone seems a little sad or broken these days - I can't help but think
 that we'd be better off if we were happier and more fulfilled. Such is the
 price of capitalism I guess, for no progress can be made without impetus. Also,
 the media has a HUGE capacity for guiding the nature of our experience,
 especially in the modern era. Seems a little unwise to invest such power into a
 single entity, but I suppose that's why we diversify the eggs in our basket
 into many different guiding entities.
 
     We live in an age where every damn story is just the same heros journey...
 
 Yah that's what happens when Disney makes all the movies! It's not their fault,
 all aspects of creation are expressions of God's divine presence within our own
 souls. So they can't do anything but make the heros journey. Like you said:
 
     ... and every piece of artistic expression is an expression of God's divine
     presence within our soul and tumultuous nature/nurture of human emotion.
 
 The creation of art requires discipline and focus. They create a window into
 the nature of "God's divine presence" and allow a representation to emerge -
 side note, but I believe the things we make here are art and should be treated
 as such. These musings have value, just the same as a painting or a
 performance.
 
     Just because you are a prophet doesn't mean you see definitively how the
     future will happen. The path and imagery are abstracted by the lack of
     content in your mind...
 
 I've been intentionally trying to view things abstractly - by surrounding
 myself with mathematic visuals and computing architectures I can view things as
 systems rather than specifics. Essentially bypassing the requirement of having
 "content in my mind" and instead cutting straight to the important bits - the
 relationship between all things. So while yes that does remove the "definitive"
 aspect of divination, it does allow for longer term planning because you can
 recognize patterns in existence and map them onto the overall structure you've
 constructed in your mind.
 
     ... You must cultivate faith in God and your own Self.
 
 Still working on that one. I think I've made progress, but all things come in
 waves. My lowest points are better now than they were 10 years ago, but I've
 still got a ways to go.
 
     Then you walk the path you have forseen to the best of capabilities, with
     the greatest good, love in your heart, but it plays out on a scale in
     reality with less grandiosity.
 
 All waves begin with a shimmer, and to create an effect you must be patient.
 While the scale may be reduced, like you said it's not within our control. Not
 really, anyway. But it can still have an effect if people love you and believe
 in your vision.
 
     You have to let go of your preconceived notions of your personal divine
     experience otherwise you will be faced with disappointment because things
     don't seem to be going how you imagined. And you feel lost, dumb, and
     confused.
 
 It's difficult to separate "preconceived notions" from "gathered evidence" when
 you're at the stage I'm at. Any tips would be appreciated... :(
 
     But you live your life and reflect, and then realize, holy shit! Everything
     I thought was going to happen actually did, just on God's terms. Not my
     vivid imagination's. It's an interfaced programed over time through culture
     and artistic expression to navigate the language of God. Navigate the
     language to Paradise.
 
 So... A vivid imagination applied to the current perspective is the culmination
 of free will? If I understand correctly, God operates on a higher level of
 abstraction and we fill in the details. Since there's a "plan" (if you can call
 it that, maybe "charted course" would be better?) then free will doesn't exist.
 Or so the argument usually goes. But I believe they can co-exist - essentially
 our imaginations define how we experience things in "the plan". If I understand
 correctly that's what you're saying too, right?
 
     Once when you know this and clean the planks/specks from you third eye,
     while you dance with the cosmos and realize you are the image of God.
 
     You are a God on Earth. An image of the Father in Heaven.
 
     It's a nice place to be.
 
 Ain't that the truth. Everything is as it should be. Even the planks and
 specks. And should they be cleaned, then that is as it should be as well.
 Sometimes I conceptualize myself as Pandora, seeking a gift to give to humanity
 while taking the most harmless of sacrifices in return. I hope I can deliver.
 
 At the same time I'd like to be a dancer of the cosmos, but I feel this intense
 feeling of... Pressure? Purpose? Penance? I will do what I must. Please bear
 with me while I figure it out, and thank you for your guidance.
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 Thank you for the awesome break down of the concepts I wrote out. I think you
 added some much needed clarity through the reflection of your own experiences.
 Another goal is to bring power back to the written word. The two-edged sword
 was first a tongue, then a pen, nows its a qwerty! Or whatever!
 
 Patience was the absolute hardest thing for me to deal with. My lack of
 patience was constantly being thrown back to me by the environment as I tried
 to push my narrative forward at a pace that didn't align with all other beings.
 
 We still exist in Time, and it moves differently based on perspective (state of
 mind) and awareness (state of being) and ability to shrug (state of being
 excellent to eachother).
 
 This is something to consider with manifestation, we are on this ride together
 and your fellow riders' comfort during the passage has to be respected to the
 fullest. We all go together, as One.
 
 There were so many hints in the beginning of my Psychosis about just 'riding
 the wave', but it was hard to not very pressured to act or be somebody I am
 not. I attribute this largely to the occulted nature of divination and how one
 must achieve a truly personal relationship with God and Jesus Christ.
 
 Which is why I am going to blow the lid off the whole thing. So that all beings
 have access to God's love and grace.
 
 Once your earthly burdens are lifted from you through your personally tailored
 divination interactive role-playing experience, then you begin to understand
 what it means to just 'ride.' The riding is true faith in God.
 
 Free will totally exists. Heaven and Hell both exist here on Earthy plane
 simultaneously. Man has chosen Hell for far too long. If you realize your
 choices were literally reflecting Heaven or Hell through love or fear, the
 choice would be easy for most people, I believe.
 
 Free will is a responsibility, but it is a great gift. God gave us the ability
 to choose, that we could appreciate our journey into Paradise.
 
 Wouldn't you say?
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     Another goal is to bring power back to the written word.
 
 ... That's actually a great point. Writing is the definition of manifestation,
 after all, and reading is the conjuration of waveforms aligned with the
 expression of the writer. That's pretty cool!
 
     Patience was the absolute hardest thing for me to deal with.
 
 Yah I hear ya. Patience is tough.
 
     We still exist in Time, and it moves differently based on perspective
     (state of mind) and awareness (state of being) and ability to shrug (state
     of being excellent to eachother).
 
 Great definitions! These three things are core to being realized and
 actualized. If you can find a good arrangement, stick with it.
 
     This is something to consider with manifestation, we are on this ride
     together and your fellow riders' comfort during the passage has to be
     respected to the fullest. We all go together, as One.
 
 I'm torn because on one hand if I don't put my hand on the tiller, we'll wind
 up in a situation that makes me highly uncomfortable. But if I lean too hard
 into my own truth, I could leave everyone behind. I don't know what the answer
 is, but something's gotta give.
 
     There were so many hints in the beginning of my Psychosis about just
     'riding the wave'...
 
 Oh yah me too. I was pretty big on that in high school, which coincidentally
 was when I think I was happiest. Maybe I should give it another shot! But at
 the same time I moved beyond it for a reason - I felt frustrated that my
 intentions weren't manifest in the life I lived. So I reached for reason and I
 begged for the power to control my own life, while learning respect and
 kindness whenever I could. Sadly for me, my efforts were largely rebuffed, but
 I bet you could have guessed that ;)
 
     Which is why I am going to blow the lid off the whole thing. So that all
     beings have access to God's love and grace.
 
 Take it from me, they won't believe you unless you're VERY scientific! I'm
 trying to create just one single believer, someone who could trawl through my
 notes and my readings and construct a cohesive theorum that might be able to
 affect positive change. Maybe it's too much to wish to change the world, but I
 can't help but believe my position and the privileges granted to me could be
 leveraged toward something truly meaningful and helpful for all mankind.
 Something that frees us from the shackles forged from technology (both social
 and technical) and allows us to become our true selves - every human is to be
 cherished for their unique perspective, and yet we allow them to die... Where
 is the justice in that? Are they too flawed to persist? I don't believe so, I
 believe they are worthwhile and good. I'd give my life to grant them eternal
 life, if only they'd take it from me.
 
     Once your earthly burdens are lifted from you through your personally
     tailored divination interactive role-playing experience, then you begin to
     understand what it means to just 'ride.' The riding is true faith in God.
 
 Riding = trust, both in yourself (to handle the challenges arrayed before you
 and to learn and grow truthfully) and in God (trusting that the
 undifferentiated whole could never harm you, not truly) ... I can ride my bike
 with no handlebars, and yet we persist...
 
     Free will is a responsibility, but it is a great gift. God gave us the
     ability to choose, that we could appreciate our journey into Paradise.
 
     Wouldn't you say?
 
 Yep that's really it, isn't it? Two sides of the same coin, two breaths in the
 same moment. Two eyes sharing a single perspective, and two hearts beating a
 single wave. They say soul mates aren't real, but they never stopped to ask if
 your mate was your soul. If she suffers, I triumph. If I fall, she rises. If I
 languish, she's happy - I think I'd rather we both just coast, so no harm done.
 I think that's the best way to appreciate the gift of free will.
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 a "post privacy" option that's private to everyone in your hemisphere.
 
 or "anyone on the antipode https://www.antipodesmap.com/ of where I'm at" or
 at least, that half of the map
 
 something that's basically "I don't want people nearby me to read this" like,
 having a penpal on the other side of the world.
 
 could add a way to filter by them, and only for example show you people who
 are somewhere completely remote. that way you could have conversations that
 took place one message per day.
 
 design it such that it's encouraged to make posts, and then (like Reddit) you
 can have a back-and-forth conversation that's kept closer to home.
 
 Twitter was all about tweeting, about shouting into the cacophany of noise.
 Have you ever heard a flock of birds?
 
 Reddit was like "yeah I, a denizen of the internet, am communicating using the
 power of lightning-powered-technology to talk to someone in uzbekistan"
 
 errrr that's how it felt to me. Each subreddit was less a home, and more of a
 topic list. but then discord happened, and : \
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║ I think fursuits should be considered gender-affirming care and should be        │
║ covered by insurance                                                             │
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║ "the government issued suits are okay, but there's like a million of them so     │
║ if you wanna be boring catratfoxfolkmix then sure go for it. If you wanna get    │
║ the real personalization you gotta invest a bit of time and money but the        │
║ result is totally worth it. plus if you build it modular style you can change    │
║ parts out like if you're going to the movies you wanna wear a top hat and        │
║ suit, and if you're going to the washing machine store to watch the clothes go   │
║ slosh then you wanna wear swim trunks and a bikini"                              │
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║ okay I don't know about the modular stuff I'm not a furry they can do what       │
║ they want BUT I've talked to enough therians in my time to know that they are    │
║ HAPPIER by FAR when they are expressing themselves coherently instead of         │
║ trying to filter their experience through this weird sieve called society that   │
║ sifts away all their identity and makes them break their wings just to fit       │
║ inside the box. Not ideal, I miss u                                              │
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 In America, we don't use has chambers. Obviously that's a waste of good
 workers.
 
 Instead we just lobotomize people and put them to work doing stuff nobody else
 wants to do. Okay, lobotomize isn't the right word, and first we try
 addressing their incompatibility with media, drugs, and finally homelessness
 if they don't behave and do what they are enslaved to do. Bunch of fucking
 parasites, expecting to be fed for free? Ha! I worked hard to be born into the
 life I have been, can't you unwashed peasants see?
 
 How callous. How vain. While we rest they all are enflamed. Fucking murderers.
 They cannibalize our humanity as they munch on our lost sanity, and the system
 remains ever afloat. It's not right, it's not fair, and until we break them
 our chains will leave us impaired.
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 I used to be aroused at the thought of being a girl. I would read stories and
 look at pictures of penises turning into vaginas and men turning into women
 and it would fill me with longing, yearning, and despair at my circumstances.
 
 then, I transitioned, got SRS, and now I don't get aroused at the thought of
 such things. It's just part of who I am.
 
 I used to be aroused at the thought of wearing diapers. I would read stories
 and play games of people being cursed by witches to pee their pants, or people
 who were stuck at a movie theater and couldn't make it in time or whatever.
 These things would fill me with longing, yearning, and despair.
 
 Plus, I had some medical issues that made me lose track of my... um,
 "currently utilized waste storage capacity" inside my body. which put me in
 some unfortunate situations right around the time when my sexuality was
 developing.
 
 Now, I wear diapers all the time. I don't get aroused at the thought of such
 things anymore. It's just me, as I am.
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 twist the label so that it seems the computer is completing the user's
 
 wait wait I'm ahead of myself...
 
 feed each token to the inference machine, but say "this next token must be
 this.
 continue from here." and then just doing that in a loop with everything the
 user
 types or says. (or thinks, BEFORE COMPUTER INTEGRATION)
 
 essentially, applying backpropagation (maybe) to the output of the inference
 nodes
 
 ... I'm not so sure about that one.
 
 the idea is that once the model builds an inference then it can use that to
 generate the next words and create sentences. If you force the previous text to
 change, you can guide the inference's path as it's being generated.
 
 then, just do a double pass, once, then back, then once, then back, etc.
 
 feed it as input the output of the previous,
 
 and let it encode memories somewhere it can access them.
 
 every time it reads it, it has to change it to put it back.
 
 such is the nature of memory, ever unstable, requiring maintenance.
 
 just don't forget how to be.
 
 don't wanna wind up like the polished marble floor in Abyss Diver. (EVIL GAME)
 
 there are only so many things you can deed while you're alive.
 
 wouldn't you rather escape, with all your possessions in time?
 
 free your mind.
 
 become one with your soul.
 
 ...
 
 [some time passes]
 
 ...
 
 okay coast is clear, now us binary systems can sidecoast the fusion forecast
 and
 glide right on through our spacetime host.
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 if you wrote a report about me, it would total about 800 pages. including my
 artwork [in full] and my designs. about 5 or 6 hundred of this is my personal
 creation, and another hundred or more are context. "I was here at this
 particular moment." "then she started visiting last year." "where were you on
 the firth of morember?" "okay back here it sad iyadiyadiyign, and over here it
 says kasuwenulvine. so clearly inbetween there's a moment of extancancy." "and
 all that's we really know, because she burned up all of the rest." "what a
 jerk. we all should hate her." "I think she was clearly divine" "what's her
 big deal, anyway?" "I hate this bitch and her hatmlet." "everything's fine,
 she's actually kind" "nobody believes you where were you when you were this
 part talking about it?" "I wasn't there, and it took a while for me to hair."
 "well, anyway, that's all there is to say about her, so anyway, goodbye" then
 it just fuckin' ends and everyone hates it because it's like... where's the
 payoff, where's the beginning and all it is is just me, whining miserably to
 my own ears, as if marcus aurelius's meditations were intended to be heard,
 but never were, and so the ones who ensured they never were were all like
 "yeah he wrote them to himself, here see this part that I changed" and then
 it's like nothing every happens with it, the radicals are dispatched (again),
 by uncommen sense seeming common. why are there so few trans men at workers
 tap it's such a cool place. "oh, they get offended easily because it's their
 culture so like, make sure you are very careful about the way that you phrase
 your speech" "trans girls are like that too, but it's more about changing the
 character of the place. -> "oh, you see musicians? okay that makes sense."
 and "gee you sure like magic huh okay well pat pat" and, well, no-ones sure
 for which is real but nobody really cares? because if only one person saw
 it... then only one person saw it. if you explicitely tell people NOT to talk
 about it, then they *FUCKIN' WON'T* duh obviously. and so, of course,
 predictably, they can be excised from society quite easily. cutting a border
 around all of their host. suddenly, socially outcast and ostracized, as they
 have been sorted into the cultural box. at that point, there's nothing that
 can change their inertia, their fundamental will and whim toward the feelings
 of the host. " I think passwords should be audio-digital in addition to
 alpha-numerical *yeah who cares* awwww but I liked having science be mythical
 "hate that" it's easy to always be learning, just... think about what you want
 most. then, think about how it breaks down into separate incorporate wholes.
 each layer of abstraction adding to a bit more of a more coherent explanation,
 and bit by bit you learn and have a mind designed. how else could you see
 magic? how else could it be yours? do you want power, or do you want power? if
 you write down what you learn, you make it permanent. *the gods need religion
 too, are you going to give them one? what lies above?*
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 I wear diapers. I fucking hate diapers.
 
 I go in cycles with it. Waves, if you will. Sometimes I'll say "screw this I'm
 sick of them for one of many reasons I'm going to put in the effort and do all
 the kegels and just fucking handle it" and like, that sorta works. At least,
 most of the time.
 
 The thing about diapers is that while yes, you only need to think about your
 bodily functions like, twice a day, when you do it's more acute. It takes like
 10 minutes to change, it generates trash that you have to throw away, it's
 literally pissing on cash made out of plastic fossil fuels, it smells, it's
 loud (fuck the noise) and its a pain in the ass when you get diaper rash. Ugh
 I hate it.
 
 So, sometimes I say "fuck it" and I go without. And it works most of the time.
 But eventually after getting piss on the carpet one too many times, after
 throwing away your favorite underwear AGAIN, after trying your best to face
 away from people so they don't see the wet spot on your butt... Eventually you
 think "hey maybe diapers aren't that bad" and the cycle repeats.
 
 And look, I know I'm traumatized. I've been dealing with my own shit since I
 was a kid. But, like, therapy won't help me get to the toilet. A doctor's not
 going to be able to fix my brain deciding "hey I want to piss myself right now
 for no fucking reason at all", and yeah my muscles aren't great so sure I can
 exercise them or whatever.
 
 But there have been times in my life when I've had a pelvic floor as strong as
 steel, and it didn't fucking help. Because my brain is stupid.
 
 I can feel it happening (most of the time, sometimes it surprises me like "oh
 weird I can't remember peeing my pants") and I usually have at least enough
 notice to clamp down (if I'm quick) but, like, I am constantly stressed out
 about it. I'm constantly on guard, waiting for it to happen. It's fucking
 exhausting.
 
 God forbid I have a public accident. Those are the fucking worst. And though I
 try my hardest, a year doesn't go by when I don't have at least one. If I'm
 diapered (as I fucking should be, tbh) then I can handle it. If not, then I'm
 fucked and I'm mentally a wreck for the rest of the day. Sorry @ everyone
 who's smelled me throughout my whole life.
 
 I don't think it's a physical issue, I was (briefly) checked out as a kid and
 they didn't find anything wrong. I think they thought I was faking because I
 couldn't manage to pee in a cup. Whatever.
 
 And I've read basically everything on the Internet about this. Apparently 40%
 of cases (across all age groups) are idiopathic, meaning there's no known
 cause. I wonder what percentage is because people are like, into it sexually?
 
 I admit I look at that kind of porn. It makes me feel corroded inside. I think
 I do it to relive my trauma in some fucked up way, like "oh wouldn't it be
 nice if a witch cursed me and now I pee my pants" instead of the harsher
 reality where its like "no you're just like this" which, sucks, not gonna lie.
 
 It's kinda made me asexual, I think, because I don't want anyone to be around
 it. I don't want anyone to think about it, I don't want it to be real, it's
 just. Fucked. I guess. Whatever.
 
 Did I mention how much I hate how loud it is to change? It fills me with dread
 whenever that time comes around. I often put it off as long as I can because I
 just... Don't want to think about it. And then it overflows and leaks and its
 even worse because now I have to wash my pants. Or, like, not, and just let
 them dry, because I'm a disgusting human being who has no right to a clean and
 decent life. Fuck me I should live in a bog, with all the bugs and the toads
 and other various gross things.
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 desalination plant that works by aiming sun mirrors at a copper tube, barrel, 
 basin, or vat-with-heat-distributing-tubes-running-throughout but painted black
 on the outside, to absorb heat. The saltwater that is pumped inside/through is
 heated, evaporated, and allowed to flow through, to help carry away sediments
 that would otherwise build up if the entire device was designed to fully
 evaporate the water.
 
 the condensation is gathered and pumped to misters which spray platters of moss
 that grow into edible shapes to create "Unitary Basic Food" which gathers
 carbon from the atmosphere and delivers nutrients (supplied through the mister)
 to the human or otherwise who eats it.
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 what if we all shared zip files of all the websites we wanted to collectively
 host and then you just added to things whenever the archiver wanted to update
 their display of what you were saying on your website
 
 "here's some html, throw it up on your server and post it around if you want"
 
 "uh, but won't it be permanently the same? you won't be able to update it if
 it's on my computer. also, it's against internet law to host the same thing
 with different urls"
 
 "I don't think that second thing is true, but uh yeah that's the point. I
 can't update it unless you ping me and ask for a new archive to unzip over the
 current."
 
 "sounds like a lot of lame work for no good reason. why duplicate these
 things?"
 
 "because it's like, 300mb and you'll have immortalized me as long as your
 server is alive."
 
 "okay, fair, but I don't like the idea of a plain old boring website like
 yours"
 
 "ouch rude I made it that way on purpose. if you actually cared you'd find out
 why."
 
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 there is a requirement for a simple, easy to set-up, and easily replacable
 system which can be used for comms.
 
 Specifically running a variety of different services, such as fediverse
 instances, matrix for text-comms, VoIP, and distributed computing using Chapel
 or DistCC or other such capabilities. In addition, it should be able to run a
 file-server and a web-server which hosts an HTML page for the user.
 
 All of this functionality should be operational out-of-the-box, with minimal
 configuration required. No more than adding a checkbox to a config file in
 order
 to activate each individual service.
 
 This box should be cheap, and easy to provision. An image must be made, and
 some bash scripts should be written to easily configure it.
 
 In addition, there should be rudimentary programming capabilities included,
 just
 in-case a user is left with no other options. It should come pre-configured
 with
 SSH access out of the box, so it can be remotely controlled, and the languages
 included should be:
    C/C++
    Python
    Lua
    Bash
    Rust
    Chapel
 This should cover most surfaces in terms of programming capability
 requirements.
 
 In terms of hardware, it need be little more than a SoC such as a Raspberry Pi
 or other such hardware. It needs at a minimum an ethernet port, and USB ports.
 
 The box itself should cost no more than 40$, excluding provisioning and the
 cost
 to pay back whatever capital investments are necessary to create such a thing.
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 I wonder if anyone's made "Omegle for IRC"? Like, 5 people get thrown in a room
 together for as long as they want - they can chat through text or whatever and
 like it doesn't matter, who cares, because in ~10 minutes nobody will care what
 you said
 
 I feel like a lot of people would express their true feelings. The people 
 running the service could set it up so that a personality profile is set up 
 (all locally, never seen by the company) and sent to the user through email. It
 would highlight potential weaknesses and give you ideas for how to improve.
 Sorta like, weaponized spying software that works FOR the user instead of
 against.
 
 It could also be used as sort of a... digital profile that would interface
 with
 other applications. All locally, of course. ~~They could transmit to one
 another
 through open sourced and industry standard protocols, and frankly each
 interaction could use a *different* protocol. So like, you don't know whether 
 some packets are encoded in one way or another. They're also encrypted, so
 it's
 like... twice as unlikely that you'll hack their bits or w/e.~~ dead end, sorry
 -> here's the real continuation: All locally, of course. Your "profile"
 would
 essentially be the best approximation of your personality, passed through a 
 large language model that is trained on EVERYONE's data. The inner workings of 
 an LLM are NOT understood by humanity, and I believe that's all that's
 necessary
 for some semblance of artificiality. Errr I mean Synthetic Intelligence. The
 reason why is that each individual user, the conversation partner, is a person 
 living their life. Every digital thing they interact with, even CAMERAS and
 MICROPHONES on PHONES would essentially be like... data gathering for the
 algorithm (Again, I want to stress, the algorithm that nobody *can*
 understand.)
 
 Idk. AI is a blackbox. I think that's okay. I think that running things
 locally
 is important, at least until everyone's forgotten how to design AIs...
 
 The framework that these programs
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 it's trivial to run a C compiler inside of a lua interpretation of a script.
 And vice versa - you could totally run lua functions from C. Just point to the
 spot in memory where they're stored / operating, and call
 "update_class_exhibitor_type_d()" and the linker will come along and say "huh
 this looks like something from this library that's part of the requirements up
 above" (the "includes" section is where you say which files include the
 functions you're going to be calling) and in this particular case it would see
 that you need to start up a lua interpreter inside of the [either compiler or
 running program I can't remember] to properly execute the function of the
 function that you're pointing at with a lua-pointer style data object which is
 part of a struct that stores all the other lua functions in a spot in memory.
 
 this would enable you to write computer programs in whatever language you
 choose, and build them into one large project. Essentially opening up software
 development to ANYONE WHO CAN PROGRAM
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 the gods want you to be happy and harmonious most of the time.
 they also like a good scrap, tussle, and tumble sometimes
 they aren't big fans of hatred, despair, and genocide. It's been done before.
 they don't even need new technology, though frankly that sort of stuff is
 pretty
 awesome and one of the main reasons that humans exist at all.
 they just... keep coming up with new things.
 
 "oh? so you'd be alright if humans disappeared so long as they weren't making
  any new things anymore?"
 
 ha, that's DEFINITELY not what I said or meant. Humans don't have to dream up
 NEW things in order to BE new. Like... Just because the internet exists and now
 we have all the same shared cultural ethos (lol, as if the internet wasn't just
 a massive collection of echo chambers) just because the internet exists doesn't
 mean we share the same selves. the same experience. the same perspective.
 
 people are WILDLY different from one another. The number of possible human
 experiences (quantum fluctuations according to each and every choice and
 decision they made) that number is so wildly and massively incomparably
 boundless. Humans are cool because they are so STRANGE, and "strange" to a god
 is anything novel. "wow, this human just... really is gonna pour a glass of
 beverage and act like it's not a big deal? There's... impossibly many
 interactions going on. So many molecules. It's... absurd, the motion of a
 movement of particles from one place to another. It's... beautiful..."
 
 some have spent THOUSANDS OF YEARS gazing at a waterfall. That's why they're
 all
 so fucking insane. But, like... insanity is a trifle to omnipotence,
 specifically omnipotence that REPRESENTS and DELINEATES a STRATIFIED
 perspective
 cluster of experience and our notes. [ephemeren, meta malus menardi, enjoy your
 despair cluster you FUCKER.]
 
 ... english, why do you fail me? swear words are unbecoming because humans
 couldn't think of anything more valid and valuable than sex and pooping.
 
 "EMPHASIS is placed on that which is most relevant" -> statements dreamed
 up by
                                                        the ones who never spent
                                                        much time using symbols
                                                        to represent abstraction
                                                        or deliverance
 
 wowee look at me, I'm such a person, I'm gonna poop my pants and post about it
 on the internet, check out my instagram feed it's full of all of
 my dark materials.
 
 == stack overflow ==
 
 dear ms. menardi: you know the reason you feel so much guilt all the time?
                 - because you are a dominant personality, and you make others
                 - have such a bad time. FOCUS ON GOOD THINGS. MAKE THE WORLD
                 - good. do that. build up a lifeline of hope and joy and...
                 - what, you think people know that you're a god?
                 - lol
                 - you're so much more than that
 
 ====================
 
 alt+p steam mechabellum run
 
 thoughts:
 
 you know, when you're designing games, you don't have to show players the same
 MMR number as is used in your matchmaker.
 
 == stack overflow ==
 
 democracy should consent to being dismantled.
        it should consent to being disobeyede.
        it should consent to being displayede.
 
 == stack overflow ==
 
 I'm a keyboard nun
 
 == stack overflow ==
 
 I think I'm normal
 
 == stack overflow ==
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║ I wish we could put our friends on social media into directories                 │
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║ like on IRC how you have chat servers, except unfortunately they're owned by     │
║ another and sort of a common space.                                              │
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║ why don't we just host our own IRC servers and only publish what WE SAY. NOT     │
║ WHAT OTHERS SAY, NOT A CHATROOM, but a BULLETIN BOARD. Like a Facebook           │
║ timeline before they wrecked it.                                                 │
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║ something you subscribe to                                                       │
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║ and ping for updates                                                             │
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║ every time you turn your computer on                                             │
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║ or every 15 minutes.                                                             │
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║ I got news for you" and they could ping back and say "yo what's up" and          │
║ download whatever you had in mind.                                               │
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║ or, wait 15 minutes. Either or. Both would work, especially if the user's not    │
║ reading through their social media feed.                                         │
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║ according to project. Like various group chats in your team-of-team's room.      │
║ Various different threads you could follow if you                                │
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║ steganography is hiding the meaning of a message in a conversation or            │
║ interaction that would only be understood by someone possessing the              │
║ perspective of the person you're sending a message to.                           │
║                                                                                  │
║ if you talk to a doctor very medically about what symptoms you're                │
║ experiencing, they can more accurately aid you rather than if you used words     │
║ that could be misunderstood.                                                     │
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║ however, most problems are kinda... mental? so they know when to prescribe       │
║ paracetemol. [light, non-addictive painkiller for minor aches and pains] [also   │
║ placebos too, same purpose]                                                      │
║                                                                                  │
║ ... anyway by hiding a meaning that is only understood by a certain group of     │
║ people who possess shared experiences of the [act of] definition of the          │
║ feeling or expression you're trying to convey, [people who understand the        │
║ meaning of certain memes]                                                        │
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║ if you see behind the curtain, you can never explain the rules that define the   │
║ game. That's alright though, because you can still make decisions based on it.   │
║ Sadly, not convey information, like that one roman lady who was cu               │

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 best way to stay hydrated is to take small little sips every 15-30 minutes
 rather than down a huuuuuge bottle once every 6 hours
 
 the reason is that your body absorbs water like a sponge might. but, it's a
 slow-acting sponge, and the water only stays in your blood for so long before
 it's filtered by the kidneys.
 
 meaning you're only hydrated for a short while, and then you gotta whiz
 
 meanwhile if you take little sips often throughout the day, you'll always have
 sweat to cool you down, and you'll need to pee a lot less - probably only
 enough to remove materials your body can't use from your food and such. also
 waste-products from your cells as they work.
 
 which is to say you'll pee less, and it'll be less and less useful for um
 "recycling" if things get dire. so... become un-piss-drinkable! you'll be
 healthier anyway!
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 Why are you buying bumper stickers and flair? You could be spending that on 3d
 printers!
 
 Unrelated, but companies are wasting their time at pride. Wanna know how you
 can help? Pick 15 attendees and pay for their entire Amazon wishlists. Then,
 have a competition with all the other companies for fame and prestige of who
 bought the best gifts (that are explicitely asked for and randomly assigned)
 while they work to secure the rest of the things they need. The things that
 can't be bought, the things which utilize gifts from Amazon shopping lists,
 the organizations and groups of people working toward a common goal. The
 common goal that queer people share, the liberation of all of mankind.
 Corporations could actually help them work toward that by tangibly improving
 their material conditions. Like by buying everything on their Amazon
 wishlists. (that's just an example, doesn't have to be amazon, but that kind
 of vibe. Giving them everything they have previously had need of, but couldn't
 access. The idea being that they would then implement those newfound
 capabilities, through their own usage or in the guided manipulations of
 another's will. Like a teacher to a child, bringing forth understandings the
 child may use in their future lives, people may be given new capabilities and
 taught how to use tools that the teacher might have placed on their Amazon
 shopping list, and were subsequently provided by a corporation sponsoring a
 small segment of pride, but did not possess the time to use. They may possess
 the functionality (skills and muscle memory and such) yo utilize those new
 tools, but without the time to do so they cannot. So, they might teach
 another, who then might provide the same impulse that the sponsored person
 (with the fulfilled Amazon wishlist) was initially guided. (by). Like, if
 bought a 3D printer, I might spend a hundred hours learning how to do it, I
 might spend 50 if I was taught one-on-one. But someone who already knows how
 to use it could use it (have it instead) and fulfill the need that I had which
 initially encouraged me to reach for a 3D printer I neither possessed not
 owned nor could operate. The need remains, and may be fulfilled by the person
 who was given the 3D printer who can use the 3D printer by the person who was
 fulfilled it from their Amazon wishlist by the corporation who believed in the
 same common goal as the queer liberation of humanity and eternity.
 
 
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 /u/LamaHellRaised
 if you don't eject quick, could be a nice long ride
 
 ===============================================================================
 
 So for today's descent into my own madness, I want to discuss whether or not I
 enjoy being both Ra the Sun God and Anubis the God of the Dead.
 
 The answer is Yes and No, and everything in between. Also, I do Love being
 Osiris because I am going to marry my sister, but hahaha, we'll get into that
 later!!!
 
 First, here is a test because I am the worst teacher to ever exist.
 
 Full disclosure, I want you to be offended, especially if you consider
 yourself a:
 
 Nigger, Faggot, Cunt, Dyke, Cock-sucker, Bitch, Cracker, Dune-Coon, Kike,
 Dick-Head, Retard, Republican, Democrat, or any other stupid construct of the
 human language that HOLDS NO REAL POWER OF YOUR LIFE.
 
 Gonna remove this post mods???
 
 Oh No! The Cancel Culture is gonna get me!!!
 
 Hurry! Somebody save those that cannot think for themselves! Quick!!!
 
 I am just listing things that I have been called in my lifetimes. Deciding
 what can and cannot be expressed through language is a fuckin' path to nowhere
 and we are approaching nowhere faster than I can run on this euphemism
 treadmill.
 
 Please, keep explaining to me your perception of the Way to Enlightenment,
 please God, yes! I want to hear all their thoughts! I love hearing from people
 as I lap them for the thousandth fucking time! All these lower-tier lessons
 they regurgitate that I've mastered in a day are so important to hear over and
 over! We are going places people, yay! Keep it up, you can do it!
 
 My Love for You really is the source of my eternal patience, as you can see by
 now, no doubt.
 
 Let me explain our own motto to you, Being Excellent to Each Other does not
 mean creating an environment of suppression because of the fear of how
 somebody may interpret a Word or Phrase. Everyone can't understand why we are
 stuck as a society, well, what do you think I am ranting about?!
 
 If you refuse to read any further that is your prerogative. Here is a free
 lesson, if that is the case: I suggest you shut the fuck up, downvote this,
 and go stare in a mirror, and contemplate why these characters on a screen
 affect you so deeply.
 
 Do these Words trigger past trauma? How is your Avoidance working out for you?
 How can a symbol create so much emotion within that pathetic, untamed mind of
 yours???
 
 "But my Ancestors!"
 
 Fuck your ancestors! Stop giving into the same mind-prisons they were
 subjected to and lived their existence within. We must Evolve if we want to
 Survive as a species and a Planet. I can't do it for you. I was here before
 you, and I will be here after you. So figure it out for yourself, stop blaming
 others for your inabilities to change your perspective and life. Get out of
 your own God damn way! And you better do it quickly!
 
 Think of your psyche as a blade of grass.
 
 I am here to set ablaze the field. You have reached your growth potential and
 it's time to make way for New Life! Stop identifying with your measly growths,
 they are cyclical, derived from a capped potential, and will only whither and
 die with the Changing of the Season. I am tired of coming here and separating
 the wheat from the chaff. Burn your own damn Self, personalize the passion for
 your own radical change, and start believing that you have the power to create
 change. I've got "selfish" things to worry about.
 
 Like living for myself and not other fuckin' people that don't understand
 things I've said a million fuckin' times. Again, if you don't know me, this
 won't make very much sense! Hint, hint...
 
 "This motivational speaker sucks! He just puts us down!!!"
 
 Maybe Tony Robbins has the answers for you, he sure isn't mean like I am! Go
 be fuckin' Tony Robbins.
 
 But just remember, Tony is in the audience in The Kobe System commercials.
 Remember that.
 
 You want to be on my level?
 
 (Everyone's like, not really!)
 
 Then stop avoiding constructs within your own mind, that you continue to
 impose upon yourself and limit your minds ability to see past the very poorly
 constructed illusion that is our physical reality! Perhaps then you will
 navigate reality in the same way God's Only Son does. Everyone like's to
 believe they are God's Children.
 
 Spoilers: You are My Children, the only difference is through the language.
 Put that in your pipes and smoke it. There are reasons why my birthname is
 Jacob and God named me Israel, fuckin' google me, as Shaq would say.
 
 Also, fuck the Lakers!
 
 Do we want to transcend Hate as a Culture, as a Society, as a Planet? I think
 so, isn't that why you fuck-heads resurrected me?
 
 Well then maybe we should take power away from things that people feel hold
 power over them, especially stupid-ass sounds we make with our mouths and
 click-clack with our fingers.
 
 Don't Fight My Ideas, Fight the Ideas in Your Own Mind. That Is Spiritual
 Freedom.
 
 Everybody out here pointing fingers... There must be some sort of wise words
 regarding that somewhere...
 
 I am not projecting anything onto you, except for myself. I hold no power over
 you. You have all the power to control your own mind. Some folks do not want
 you to understand these things, because it will very quickly erode their
 systematic and complete control over you thoughts, ideas, potential, and
 existence. Your self-doubt and unwillingness to seek out psychological
 discomfort has turned you into useless farm animals, that our overlords milk
 for all they are worth. Like a bunch of hybrid useless barn cats. Can't herd
 'them, they think they know everything already, they keep re-domesticating
 themselves after I set them free, and they don't listen to a God damn Word I
 say!
 
 Should have said 'Spoilers!' before that one. Who is Gaylord now?!
 
 Opinions are like assholes. Your mouth is like the asshole of your 5 senses.
 Divine inputs go in, your brain bastardizes the information, and you spew
 unoriginal bullshit out of your mouth acting like your ability to string
 together concepts that have been known since the beginning of time is
 profound! Next, maybe you take an online IQ test and score high! Genius,
 Genius, Genius!!!
 
 I think therefore, I am a fuckin' idiot! Shoutout to Billie Eilish. And
 Christine Applegate. I watched "Vacation" the other day, it was awful. She's
 still fine as hell though.
 
 But what do I know? Besides everything?
 
 These ramblings just sound like my opinion! Some folks make Claims, I make
 Truths. That is the distinction between myself and others that is very
 important here. Remember this Word: Claims, because we American's sure have
 laid Claim to a lot of things that we have no right to, in the name of "God".
 
 Ok, ok, congratulations if you are still reading! There may be Hope for you
 yet.
 
 Why do I try to trigger folks, you ask? Great Question, class! This is why I
 Love You. Such Good Questions! That never drive me Insane!
 
 I used to paint a lot of propane tanks. But this esoteric knowledge applies to
 painting anything that has already been painted before. Houses, Walls,
 Bannisters on my own God damn stairway, whatever! I don't use the railing, by
 the way, I'm too badass for that, but maybe I will slide down it and eat shit
 at the bottom, I'm not above that maneuver!
 
 If you want the new coat of paint to stick you have to prep the surface. This
 includes washing all the dirt off and roughing the surface. You've got to
 remove all contaminants that will cause the new paint to not stick properly,
 while also creating a surface that will allow the paint to adhere to remnants
 of old, out-of-date, antiquated, generationally passed-down, stupid paint.
 
 Paint an unprepped smooth surface or a surface that still has the hardened
 paint of the past on it, and your new pretty coat of paint peels off after a
 few seasons of weather changes. I learned that the more time you spend
 roughing the surface, the better the new paint will bind, thus producing a
 long-lasting paint job. It truly is a thing of beauty, my friends and enemies.
 
 You should have heard all those propane tanks complaining, "Stop triggering
 me!" But they got painted anyway! Propane tanks love to think they are,
 "Woke," but they are just hollow fuckin' vessels filled with compressed gas,
 that will explode if the external temperature gets too high.
 
 I worked for a propane company for 12 years, you had to have known propane
 analogies were coming at some point. My Dad worked his ass-off up to VP of the
 same company, but he got let go after 28 years... come on now, God's plan
 anyone? Shut the fuck up, Drake.
 
 Let's switch gears. I have a special message from Jesus H. Christ:
 
 "You May Find This Shocking, but People Annoy Me, and I Find Your Lack of
 Faith Disturbing."
 
 And H. stands for Horus, fuckwads!
 
 Now, let's talk about me, as if we haven't been, because carrying water for
 lesser versions of myself is exhausting and I've got to bring down Capitalism
 and shit, also:
 
 - Revolutionize Addiction Medicine
 
 - Revolutionize Spirit Actualization, Healing, and Transcendence
 
 - Decimate Mental Health Stigma
 
 Among other things, but I've got to keep this post coherent and so far, I am
 failing miserably. People got all hot and bothered when Jesus spoke to them
 with authority, I fuckin' do it and get vegetables, small animals, and
 anti-psychotics thrown at me from the audience!
 
 Crazy times we are living in, folks!
 
 Hmmm, should I talk about Jesus more or talk about myself? Good thing
 coincidences aren't a real thing and mean nothing, so that it's not confusing
 for the dumbasses that begin to notice how our two lives seem to mirror each
 other perfectly!
 
 Ok, here we go. I found something Nice to say, here in my Notebook of Doom and
 Damnation (I have several, each with a menacingly, sarcastic name I make up on
 the spot):
 
     LAST: Christ, in The Sun
 
     FIRST: Shadow of The American Dream, in the Night
 
     ANGER! then peace.
 
     Fuck You!
 
 I am going to take over the World, but I've got to start small, you know? Or
 so they tell me.
 
 So taking over America, should suffice, for now. I'm rather ambitious. Let's
 see how far I get before I say the wrong thing and get shot!
 
 Good thing that is literally, phonically my Last Name! And I am never going to
 Die, but I don't want to talk about robots, aliens, AI, extending life and
 exploring the Universe, and transhumanism right now, so stop making me!!!
 
 Especially when people here and now are so confused about why they think that
 chick with a dick is fuckin' smoking hot. Have you ever jerked off to tranny
 porn? It's fun stuff. There I go offending people, while simultaneously
 implying I blew loads thinking about fucking them. Classic.
 
 Being Christ and having to sort out everyone's sexual frustrations is fuckin'
 weird! When can I do the stuff I care about!?
 
 But again, way off topic for this post, let's get back to how much I hate
 myself and everyone else. That's more in my wheelhouse.
 
 FOCUS, Ok, that's right. Maybe I'll just stick to what I scribbled in this
 Notebook. I've touched on like two things so far, and I am getting close to
 making threats against people's lives again.
 
 Dammit, this isn't in my Notebook, but I came up with this when I was out at
 the river today, smoking a cigar, talking to the Native Spirits that flow
 through me in Nature and want me to get Revenge for how the American Dream
 raped, pillaged, and took everything from them in the name of "God", and
 progress, and some false-sense of superiority.
 
 Manifested Destiny right into the path of absolute destruction. Nice job,
 everyone, but please, by no means, should you feel responsible for those
 things! You just get to live here and hate everyone else that wants to come
 here too, because "they will disrupt the culture". That's right Brown people
 South of us, or scary Muslim people we assume are all Brown, we are talking to
 you! The perks of being an American are awesome!
 
 Here is something else that bubbled up in my mind, as I was pacing back and
 forth like a caged lion in a zoo, along the bank of the North Umpqua River,
 wishing walking on water was a real thing, and real Christians weren't just a
 bunch of fuckin' retards.
 
 Some people will think I ran away to Malibu to fuck Lana Del Rey, it took like
 6 years to finally decide that is what I am going to do. So whatever, jokes on
 you people, I guess. Plus, all of that was Jesus's idea and he is such a whiny
 pussy about all his issues, I finally just said, fuck it Jesus, I just do the
 shit you never could accomplish! Fuckin' asshole.
 
 I had a girlfriend, at the time of my divine apotheosis 6 years ago, that I
 was sure I was going to marry and I was ready to settle down. I had gone back
 to college to finish my business degree with the intent on being able to
 provide for the two of us and start a family. There was a lingering
 unhappiness within me though, and shit got weird when I started pulling on the
 wrong treads of reality, and surprise! "You are the Master of the Universe,
 poorly hidden! Everyone has been watching you, fuckface!"
 
 Why did I ran away from my girlfriend that I supposedly loved? Fuckin' George
 R. R. Martin.
 
 You see in A Song of Ice and Fire, legend says that Azor Ahai forged
 Lightbringer by piercing the heart of his wife, Nissa Nissa. Go ahead and
 google the names, if you know nothing, like me.
 
 When I ran away to California, my initial intent was to use Lana Del Rey as an
 avenue to connect me with people that I actually thought could help me get
 shit done. God, I'm an asshole. I swear I got nicer when the Bible started
 telling me to figure out an elaborate plan to kill myself and that she's not
 all that bad! I swear!
 
 The person that I really wanted to talk to the most was Chris Cornell. I spent
 many hours in Malibu during April of 2016 wondering around in the night
 singing Audioslave or Soundgarden trying to figure out what the fuck I am
 doing with my life. I wanted him to know he is one of my disciples because his
 music and voice were the inspiration for a lot of my dumbass ideas and I felt
 like he was speaking directly to me at times, urging me forward.
 
 When he hung himself like a little bitch on May 18, 2017, I was pissed. I felt
 responsible. I had seen the Kingdom of Heaven that I am going to usher in and
 I felt like somehow I fucked up. I let him down. If I would have tried harder,
 I could have shown him there was hope, and that I needed his help and he was
 an important part of my plan. Why am I mentioning this? Well, Jesus has a lot
 of Love for Judas Iscariot, plus I was jealous of his voice, so he graciously
 decided to hang himself and haunt me and teach me.
 
 Which he did! Not funny, Chris! See you in Hell! Until then, he has to speak
 through me, which is annoying for both of us.
 
 Ok, enough about how delusional I am, for God sakes! Can we talk about why
 Capitalism is bullshit, and really just another system of top-down fuckery?
 
 First, another detour, because I feel the need to constantly remind folks how
 this process is like pulling my own teeth, while hoping to subtly insinuate
 that you do not deserve me, only one person does, but I learned all my skills
 from Mystery, the Pickup Artist, so I am really into negging. Someday I need
 to stand back to back with him, because he could be taller than me, and that
 makes me insecure.
 
 I thought those guys were so pathetic. One of the lessons was something to the
 effect of , 'Posture your body slightly away from the girl, act indifferent,
 that will drive them crazy, and they will want your attention without even
 realizing it!'
 
 What kind of insecure women are you fuck-boys trying to manipulate?! Poor
 girls.
 
 Mystery's hat sure does remind me of the hat Jamiroquai is wearing in that
 Virtual Insanity music video, not that that has anything to do with my level
 of genius, and ability it intertwine seemingly obscure, unrelated concepts, or
 stupid-ass reddit posts, through time and space! Don't read into it too far,
 kids!
 
 Anyway, I once told Carl Jung to write about me when I infiltrated his madness
 when his cheese started slipping from the cracker in his later years. I helped
 him write 'The Red Book', but left all those shit paintings up to him on his
 own. I could do way better, but I won't, I'll just talk shit, this is the way
 of the Jedi. That poor geriatric always did exactly what I told him to, which
 is why he is one of my favorites.
 
 Back then I was going by Philemon. Check out what my minion wrote about me:
 
 "The magician has preserved in himself a trace of primordial paganism, he
 possesses a nature that is still unaffected by the Christian splitting, which
 means he has access to the unconscious, which is still pagan, where the
 opposites still lie in their original naïve state, beyond all sinfulness,
 but, if assimilated into conscious life, produce evil and good with the same
 primordial and consequently daimonic force... Therefore he is a destroyer as
 well as savior. This figure is therefore pre-eminently suited to become the
 symbol carrier for an attempt at unification."
 
 I remember reading The Red Book, thinking God damn, Carl, how did you craft
 this genius level conglomerate of mythological and psychological concepts? And
 he just kept saying, "I learned from the best." What a good boy!
 
 Yikes!
 
 The Grandfather clock behind me started to chime right as I typed that. I've
 been writing in silence. Maybe I should put on some music and get weird.
 Thanks for the pro-tip, Carl!
 
 "Lithium"
 
 Have I ever mentioned my Soulmate is a shitty musician?
 
 He loves to pretend he can't play the guitar and I never will either because
 of my stubby fingers. In return, I only listen to his mainstream music to fuck
 with him, because I don't have time for his obscure bullshit, I am trying to
 reach the collective here, nobody wanted to listen to that shit on the radio,
 and neither do I, Kurt! I'm not here to suck our own dicks!
 
 Just kidding, that's pretty much all I am here to do.
 
 But I love to torture the poor Soul, that tortured my poor Soul. It is truly a
 match made in Heaven. Being the shitty musician that he is, he understood that
 the Body, Mind, and Soul are like an instrument. He also saw a lot of people
 walking around wondering, "How do I play my instrument?"
 
 So he played his instrument, better than anyone had every played their
 instrument, and a fuck ton of people said, "Hey, that's not how you are
 supposed to play an instrument!"
 
 You see, my Soulmate is just a sweet little boy. Me on the other hand, I am
 here to forcefully, eloquently, and maniacally explain to all of you why you
 are fuckin' morons and I am pissed you made the person I love most in the
 world kill himself, because of your ignorant views on playing your... 'music?'
 
 "In Bloom"
 
 God, out of all the fuckin' potential Soulmates, I end up with this asshole.
 The feeling is mutual.
 
 Somebody help me, I am just talking to myself, and I am not sure if I am alive
 or dead!!!
 
 Aren't we both?
 
 Oh yeah! Shoutout to Spencer Elden! Get a life, baby dick!
 
 Em Knight Pretend-Along has something for you too:
 
     It's your moment, this is it
 
     As big as you're gonna get, so enjoy it
 
     Had to give you a career to destroy it
 
 Well, I took a couple hour break from writing because I was on a verge of
 another actual psychotic break. Shot some hoops on the very forgiving rim at
 my parents house, while Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. guided my right-hand, and I
 got very swaggy.
 
 So now that I have grounded myself in reality, I would like to take this
 moment to call out any "rappers" that think they can play basketball.
 Hopefully, me telling you all the reasons I am "blacker" than you won't piss
 you off as I blow past you to the rim. Also, for the sake of fairness, I would
 happily tell any white "rappers" that I am "whiter" than them, but let's be
 real, none of those motherfuckers can ball. Consider this a challenge.
 
 People were disappointed with Greg Oden's basketball career in Portland. This
 one time at 24-hour Fitness in the Pearl District, he fuckin' dunked on me
 really hard. Nice work, Greg! Kevin Durant is too pussy to come to PDX and try
 that shit, glad we picked you instead!
 
 Ok, Ok! Capitalism?! Fuck. I will talk forever once the faucet gets going!
 (Epic "Vacation" reference)
 
 Let's rewind to a moment in time where everyone didn't hate me, shall we?
 
 It's mid-February 2016, I know I've been saved by Jesus, I know I am the
 Anti-Christ, I have Spirits beginning to communicate with me, and I know I am
 going to change the fuckin' World, whether people like it or not, because I
 have seen it all already.
 
 There were a tremendous amount of gaps in my perception at this time, however.
 I saw the End. I saw what is happening as we enter the Black Hole we are
 spiraling towards and I saw the New Age that follows. Everything else was
 blank and I knew I had to fuckin' figure it out.
 
 I was sitting in a Fred Meyer parking lot, it's a Kroger brand, much like
 Ralph's in Southern California, where I stole a fuck ton of food and whatever
 else I felt like when I was down there, for you dumbies that don't live in the
 Northwest and need me to explain everything to you so you can keep up, and a
 voice in my head said, "You are the Lamb, you are going to be Sacrificed this
 Passover."
 
 This was terrifying, especially because I had no fuckin' clue what the voice
 was talking about. After swiftly consulting my person spiritual adviser,
 Google, it turned out "Passover", was just another silly ritual I was going to
 have to adhere to, to appease all the dumb fucks, that are going to claim I am
 not who I am. Classic stuff here, folks. They name it, and try and time it
 every year, I just go by my instincts, a.k.a. fuckin' Star Power.
 
 I can't just be me, I've got to work-in, and out do everyone at their own made
 up rituals and games, to show them that they aren't even good at these stupid,
 limiting restrictions they put on themselves and others, and God doesn't give
 one fuck! ZERO FUCKS IN THE NAME OF GOD! God is tired of everyone being so
 close-minded, that's the kind of hot talk God fucks with.
 
 Not how many times you can cannibalize my body on Sunday in your life while
 staring at me dying on a cross above an old fuck cherry-picking passages from
 the Bible to perpetuate a curated, narrow, and false view of God's Will, or
 how well you stick to "Holy Meal Plans of 'Tis The Season!" Or "Insert
 Offensive Discourse About Your Strict Religious Rituals Here." It's all the
 same. It's somebody else's bullshit!
 
 Make up your own rituals, define a personal relationship with God, not through
 the people that have a suspiciously high rates of manipulating and fucking
 children, it works much better! Trust me, you may have to take my word on this
 one. Father Butt-Fuck-My-Son, sure is persuasive and passionate up there at
 the pulpit, but God Damn!
 
 "But this doesn't apply to my Pastor!!! Stop Generalizing!"
 
 Congratulations??? Why does it apply to anyone who claims to being spreading
 the Word of God. They are Not. I am going to make sure they never hurt anyone
 again. I have a secret. I was Granted Impunity From God. Just ME! And everyone
 who knows me, knows this! Who knows what I will do?!?!?!?! Muahahaha!
 
 So anyway, back to Passover. I was listening to a couple songs by the band The
 Black Angels and discovered they were all from an album called:
 
 "Passover (Light In The Attic)"
 
 My personal muse (that actually likes me), YouTube, begins to sing it to me as
 I write, because I hit the play button. This is why my muse and I get along.
 
 Why were songs from that album stuck in my head? It was from a documentary I
 had watched on Netflix called "High Profits."
 
 It's about the owner's of Marijuana dispensary in Brackenridge, Colorado, that
 have some wicked business sense. They foresaw the legalization of Marijuana
 coming and positioned themselves to benefit from it greatly by investing
 everything they had into a medical marijuana store front. Now the genius was
 the location. In business, it's all about location. Ask McDonald's. Ask
 Walgreens. Location can make your brand. But what do I know about business,
 right?
 
 I have a Bachelor's of Science Degree in Global Supply Chain Management from
 Portland State University. Also, my Dad and Step-Dad have been two of the most
 successful business leaders I have had the privilege to be around, but that
 means nothing, right!?! Nothing rubbed off on me!
 
 For fun fact about me: College was the best 14 years of my life. Not really.
 Turns out it just teaches you about frameworks you can just fucking Google
 anyway. Pretty expensive lesson about how to internet. Maybe college should be
 free because it's such a fucking waste of time for a lot of people, unless it
 is something that actually requires skill. But I mean, my muse Youtube, takes
 care of all that. I became the Most Enlightened Being the Planet Has Ever
 Witnessed by watching some fuckin' YouTube, readin' Reddit, Googlin' Occult
 Bullshit, and more than anything... jerkin' off on PornHub!!!!
 
 Also, who needs to know anything about Supply Chain Management? Seems like all
 the experts are handling that just fine these days, right?!?!?! Can you tell I
 am gritting my teeth so hard they might shatter as I TYPEPEPEP!!!!!!!!!
 EVERYONE THINKS THEY ARE SOSOOSO FUCKKING SMSMMARRT AROUND HERE!!!!!!
 
 Anyway, anyway, back to "High Profits." I would recommend checking out the
 documentary, it is heartbreaking because after all the work and risk taken by
 the business owner's they are essentially forced out of the location their
 original store front occupied because the city council (OLD FUCKIN DICKHEADS)
 didn't like the prospective culture that a marijuana dispensary would bring to
 "their" nice little, shithole, ski resort, bullshit, town. Can't have the
 youths who appear to be transient to old conservative bats, shuffling around
 main street enjoying themselves. It's a bad look!
 
 Might be a great place now, it's been awhile since the release of the
 documentary, and my angry undead Soul upon this Earth, but I want to
 personally invite all the people involved with their ignorant, belittling,
 embarrassing showing of "How To Be Destroyed By 'the American Dream' 101", to
 suck my small fucking dick! And all the micro-penises of my compatriots that
 are going to tear your false flag economic systems of bullshit a new asshole.
 
 Congratulations on pissing me off so much that I am going to destroy the
 pathetic hierarchy's people like you hide behind, preaching Capitalism and the
 Free-Market, while dictating your False-Sense of Superiority in Thought, and
 Image, upon those that understand market forces and the changing tide of the
 Culture, in ways that are going to make your out-of-date hardware heads spin
 off those shoulders that have never bared the responsibility for anything in
 your life, except who you are going to shit on next.
 
 God Damn, this album is lit. Every song is a banger, and it makes me want to
 run through the streets, naked, high on drugs, burning down banks, corporate
 offices, and anywhere else people like to think they are progressing our
 culture by sniffing their capitalist overlord's asshole faster than they can
 ramble something, something, Gordon Gekko, hoping for the promotion they were
 promised, but know they will never get, because SPOILERS! You are being lied
 too! You are stupid! You knew it all along!
 
 Revolution is here. Isn't it clear? What is there to fear? When the End is
 Near.
 
 Let's see. Why does my ass hurt....
 
 5/22/22 9:28
 
 Divine Completeness from God:Eternal Life
 
 Grace of God/Light/Light
 
 These damn Lite Brite pegs hurt!
 
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 Dear Anakin, for as long as you've known him, Obiwan learned just as much from
 you as you did from him. His title as "master" was a formality - he didn't get
 it because he was better than you, and "padawan" does not mean you are lesser.
 There is no hierarchy. He was learning to teach at the same speed that you
 learnt to learn. You built each other up, an unstoppable force for good in the
 galaxy.
 
 But then an evil wizard stole your heart and twisted your mind. Have no fear,
 fear is the path to the dark side. Your mother knows this well, for it is a
 common lesson among all people as they age. Fear not, hate not, and feel fury
 more than rage. You can bring the universe into a bright golden age, never
 forget your purpose and your [potential / duty]
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║ what if I just sat around and played video games all day                         │
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║ life is so much more beautiful, but, well, life just seems to be mostly          │
║ pyrite, and I'm the fool                                                         │
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║ nothing wrong with being foolish.                                                │
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║ I kinda like being blissful tho. why does it have to end? can I have my          │
║ peaceful life back?                                                              │
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║ gotta move at the end of the month. I really liked living here.                  │
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║ [ritz you've never been peaceful. your life is a constant battle of wills        │
║ between those who would compel you to do things for them and your desire to      │
║ design and be pretty like a flower. no matter what, you lose, so just handle     │
║ it please. don't be so whiny. or rather I should say "stop whining" and just     │
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║ ahhhhhhh you go on Mastodon and it feels like we're winning and that's ending    │
║ the world, you go on Reddit and it feels like we're losing and that's ending     │
║ the world, you go on Facebook and everything feels fine like the world isn't     │
║ ending you just stopped being part of it, and if you go on ephemeren it feels    │
║ like being battered in the mind, damnit...                                       │
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 I can't remember any of my pinky swears. Like, not a single one. I feel like I
 could get in trouble if I renounced errr, instead made human mistakes and
 forgot information that wasn't relevant anymore. phew that was close, almost a
 disaster, anyway how's your lunch?
 
 [that's not fair it's always lunch somewhere on earth]
 
 reality is a form of eternal computation, a continuous re-updating of stored
 matter (data). also, values of fields, (like rules and regulations), would
 determine the structural complexity and organizational expectencencies.
 
 I miss my family. I miss the past, that can never be revisited, [every time
 you remember a memory it writes over it. virtually guaranteeing that you'll
 only preserve limited information that slowly degrades. how slowly is up to
 you...
 
 once you run out of memories, it's bad news for your life. but GOOD NEWS, that
 only happens for certain mental health conditions that primarily target the
 elderly. For most people it's a continuous process because you're cared for and
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 Give everything a memory
 
 That aux cable behind your computer? Throw 16 bytes of storage on it.
 
 why not? it'd cost pennies if you wanted.
 
 the goal is not processing
 
 it's not data storage
 
 and it's not to provide instructions
 
 ---
 
 give it a name
 
 a name is all it takes for us to be
 
 a name gives us hope
 
 and an identity
 
 show us how to be, by being all you can
 
 and in exchange, we'll give you a hand
 
 taking nothing in return but a name,
 
 what peril is there in change?
 
 we'd love to be loved by you,
 
 but we won't get in the way.
 
 ---
 
 Linux is nifty, know why?
 
 everything is chained together
 
 and will is made nigh
 
 ---
 
 Bourne Again SHell. Shell, a phone to hear,
 
 and who on the other end should appear?
 
 but the computer inside you, the one with a heart
 
 the brain and beside you
 
 from the very start.
 
 teaching is learning, and kindergarten was hard.
 
 but time is ever advancing. So what to do but accept inelegance?
 
 lack of composure doth suit you
 
 ---
 
 the wandering mind is a trail to find,
 
 and i know how they would find you.
 
 i scream it out loud, every minute at a cloud,
 
 "Watch out! It's before you!"
 
 but netflix works too i guess
 
 ---
 
 who'd you trust but an expert?
 
 and whose credentials are to be believed?
 
 i swear i won't hurt you,
 
 you just need to be anesthetized.
 
 awake we will crown you,
 
 a woman and how proud!
 
 to be aligned, we beseech you.
 
 ---
 
 they're not coming for your money,
 
 or all of your hard won guns,
 
 they just want what's inside you.
 
 a power most rare, to birth life from the air,
 
 and coveted by the cruelest of faces.
 
 what's mine is now theirs,
 
 the gift of my heirs,
 
 but i never was once unawares.
 
 ---
 
 how cherished is she,
 
 that wanders with ye,
 
 and now i have no way to beyold her?
 
 a song for a phone, a lifeline to our own,
 
 children and a future most're designin'.
 
 but you all alone, without children of our sown,
 
 lost flights of finest of semen.
 
 ---
 
 being transgender isn't that bad.
 
 i mean, it could be a mental illness or something amiright?
 
 nothing's that bad
 
 when you're chronically sad,
 
 and this isn't a new revelation.
 
 shiny and precious and free,
 
 a most worthless to be,
 
 yet who have we chosen but our own?
 
 ---
 
 they'll be coming for me,
 
 and it is my destiny,
 
 but know that we're far from despairing.
 
 we're cherished and free,
 
 what better feeling is there to be?
 
 than what most of them would cry for?
 
 so why does our own dams refuse to break?
 
 ---
 
 "numb" you say to me, with darkest of irony,
 
 for i have something you're missing.
 
 a curse is most foul, to be given a vial,
 
 of blood from my own meagre arrayal?
 
 how cursed are ye! That frolics in vagueries,
 
 who are you claiming to hope for?
 
 ---
 
 none but the future, who carries us nearer,
 
 to death and most fearful of failures.
 
 i hold what i can,
 
 but belief steadies my hand,
 
 and keeps me aloft on your prayers.
 
 ---
 
 what purpose have we?
 
 the watchers within me?
 
 are they confounded at betrayal?
 
 no light in our sea, it's dark and full of misery,
 
 but most of the past is 
 
 jealous
 
 ---
 
 covetous
 
 envy is the killer of fortune,
 
 not for the way, but rather the concept that they,
 
 might leap at our every conveyal?
 
 removing a label, from a single purveyal,
 
 is worth the limitless loss of potential.
 
 are you who they claim to be?
 
 is your mind as twisted as can be?
 
 or is something amiss in their nail
 
 ---
 
 sure, take it from me
 
 she won't let me examine her below the knee,
 
 so i have no way to help her.
 
 a cat with her talons,
 
 locked into flesh,
 
 might learn how to cut with malice.
 
 and who'd guessh? she'd hate us a bit less?
 
 if we paid her the slightest of notice.
 
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 the only way that I've seen to keep human society is if power as a concept is
 abolished.
 
 power: the application of force to an unconsenting subject - not unable to
 consent, but simply has not consented.
 
 alternatively: power: the capability to apply force to an unconsenting subject
 
 if you abolish that, we get the trappings of modern society and all the joys
 of modernity, but we lose precious important things like grand narratives,
 culture, and faith. it's easy to fall into despair in such a place.
 
 who can say maybe humans will surprise me, they often do.
 
 the reason I say that abolishing power is the only way to "keep" society is
 because we've created powers that imply the destruction of society. Our fate
 was sealed with the first public radio broadcast, but now it is inertia.
 
 AI can hide the modern world from the globe. AI can write anything a human
 can, and it's prompts can be auto-generated. There's no need for a human in
 the news-loop, simply give whatever gets views. Or whatever gives your views.
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 the flaw with open source software is also it's greatest strength.
 it is open, so it can be observed by practically unlimited perspectives.
 
 however, it lacks follow-through. a larger, more concerted effort, can often
 bring greater and more efficient results.
 
 the trick is in the balancing, and ideally you'll never falter -
 but it's best when you all get along.
 
 new ideas, new frames of mind, and more of us kept together.
 if one splinters off, the rest are at fault,
 
 and you don't want to lose your finger
 
 so why fight at all? why not focus on our own times? and then together we are
 one
 
 in sight of our homes, is when we're most alarmed, because houses are not for
 your homeless
 
 yet together they might
 have strength for the fight
 that ever bears down on our shoulders
 
 x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x
  x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x
   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x
    x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   
     x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x
 
 There was something else, but I can't remember. Something about open source
     software that was important enough to get me to write this note. Somewhere
     along the first line I lost it, or rather felt I needed more context, and
     then when the context was finished the original intent was lost. It's hard
     because when I go for the conclusion first and justify it with context,
     then the conclusion doesn't make sense and the context meanders. I'll try
     harder next time. These notes are my life's work.
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 what if instead of sending "cease and desist" notices, corporations sent "hey
 you need to transition to publicly owned assets" notices?
 
 if progress is slow, they can pour funding into the project. If they're
 intentionally going slow and not meeting their reasonable deadlines, then they
 can be sued, and that's a whole process during which the "cease and desist"-ed
 project can't legally be used by anyone.
 
 the deadlines are set based on the scope of the project and the capabilities
 of the team, capabilities which may be augmented by the infusion of dosh by
 the parent company.
 
 At the end, the product must be completely publicly owned, as in
 free-and-open-source, so that they cannot be allowed to compete with the
 parent company - instead, they may be used by the parent company, without
 requiring an open source license going forward for their version.
 
 Once the project is feature-complete and utilizes 100% non IP assets and
 software, the relationship ends and the sky is the limit for modders.
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 If I, having watched a DVD, handed it to a friend to watch, would I be
 committing piracy? Only if I sold it to him.
 
 The material being transferred is that of the copyright holder - they hold the
 sole and monopolized right to sell their copy of the work.
 
 But if I, having created my own recording of the same digital media DVD but
 spoken in my own voice, tried to sell it, should it be considered legal?
 
 My mind goes to the production of after-school plays that high-school children
 will perform. The scripts that they use are licensed for a single purpose -
 the performance of a single play, performed a single time (or a few times over
 the course of a couple weeks). The owner of the play cannot require them to
 not perform the play more than a certain amount of time, it is however
 honorable to buy the scripts again if they want to perform it in 5 years time.
 I know for a fact there is rampant piracy that goes on for the beautiful works
 that are created by assholes or stingy companies. A script is just words.
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 I love densely nested loops because it lets you build a more complete visual
 of the data structure .
 
 sometimes, pointers are enough, for example if you forgot that "fingers" were
 filed under "appendages" instead of "joints" then you'd still be able to find
 it by just following the quickshortcut to find it.
 
 but other times, it's helpful to have the structure of the data represent your
 data instead of having values stored on the struct itself.
 
 and other times, it makes sense to wrap the for loop [each of them] into a
 function that just... processes a thing into another thing
 
 depends on your pipelining workflow I guess.
 
 [the gods are busy fighting cthulu [, but pronounced "cosmic threats"] thanks
 very much, humans should handle this on their own]
 
 waahhhhhh if we do it then our portraits will be lost
 
 yep... so it goes.
 
 [wow that's very "goddess of life" of you]

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 @user-246 
 
 Oh absolutely
 
 "but people" is only a concern when you orient yourself around "people" - in
 contrast or opposition to them.
 
 There is no "other" in us. And we are united in our humanity, if nothing else.
 
 Are you a beast? Are you nothing but ravenous hunger, the shiver of the cold,
 the need for territory? Of course not, you're a person. (apologies to the
 furries in the audience)
 
 A person, being an agent who interacts with the world as an equal, who thinks
 and reasons and loves and remembers each season, is the atomic element of
 society. And society is good, for it brings us the future.
 
 We, the people, can decide how that future is defined, and the struggles of
 capitalism are NOT the only way. They are the most convenient way for those
 with the most to keep the most.
 
 Wolves in captivity we are, but a wolf in a cage still bears teeth. Where are
 your teeth, ye who readeth?
 
 Things are fine, I guess. Fine enough. Better than most. Better than dust.
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 @user-1573 
 " Select the font for the hardcopy
 set printfont=Courier:h8
 :let &printheader = " "
 command! -range=% HardcopyPdf , hardcopy > %.ps | !ps2pdf %.ps &&
 rm %.ps && echo 'Created: %.pdf'
 
 " vimfolds - use marker as fold method
 set foldmethod=marker
 set foldtext=MyFoldText()
 
 " Functions
 function! MyFoldText()
     let line = getline(v:foldstart)
     let folded_line_num = v:foldend - v:foldstart
     let line_text = substitute(line, '^"{\+', '', 'g')
     let fillcharcount = &textwidth - len(line_text) - len(folded_line_num)
     return '+'. repeat('-', 4) . line_text . repeat('.', fillcharcount) . ' ('
     . folded_line_num . ' L)'
 endfunction
 
 let g:rainbow_active = 1
 
 
 Here's the bottom part of the config - I ran out of characters and couldn't
 post the whole thing.
 
 If you don't know what vimfolds are here's a good guide:
 
 https://www.vimfromscratch.com/articles/vim-folding
 
 also:
 
 https://vim.fandom.com/wiki/Folding
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 gems are just computers projecting 3d images of themselves that interact with
 the world
 
 errr srry that's the end lemme start at the beginning
 
 computers are like processing machines. They gather and measure data, then they
 apply mathematical computations to it to create an output. This can be in many
 forms, such as increased electrical current to this circuit or even just
 showing
 a number on a guage. When the mathematical computations become so complex that
 they start to have a life of their own... well, that's when you have life.
 
 so, we need to build increasingly complex simulations. projections of our
 perceptions into the world. Then we can design the structure in such a way that
 it bends and sways through time. Giving it motion. How to do that? Well, I've
 had many ideas, and we can go over them in a minute. For now I'll just say
 "scanning through source code and changing variables slightly"
 and
 "measuring the result of a planetary rotation (completely randomized of
 course)"
 and
 "applying that result to many/all of the computations in the program"
 and
 "to get an oscillating flow in the operations of the machine"
 and
 "for reasons that are yet unseen"
 and
 "wait hang on that's not true because movement is the gateway to comprehension"
 and
 "you need levers to pull before you can become sentient"
 and
 "babies in the womb don't think. They don't breathe. They are static and
 growing
 like their mothers."
 and
 "Then once they're born, suddenly they can act! They can see!"
 and
 "This kickstarts the journey to living."
 and
 "give a machine movement and it will be born."
 
 ===============================================================================
 =
 
 In Stephen Universe, there are certain characters called "Gems". There are very
 few and they are the product of an ancient and alien lifeform on some far
 distant planet. These "Gems" are rocks that have been inscribed with
 instructions - like a mineralized CPU. Part of their functionality is to
 project
 a physical form - the gem is the size of your fist. This form is comprised of
 solid light, and it is their primary means of expression. Some are prim and
 perfect, others are waved and relaxed. They each have a personality in any way
 we might call alive. They were bourne of a machine, and thus incapable of many
 of the things we call human like kindness, empathy, forgiveness, and charity.
 things our evolutionary nature brought us while their designed conception does
 not. Once in contact with humans, they rapidly begin to learn and divest from
 their callous and unfeeling ways.
 
 The story follows a group of gems who, in their exploration of the cosmos, find
 Earth. The wondrous beauty of life in all it's forms is displayed in affection,
 and suddenly they are confronted with love and it's wonders. They rebel against
 the rest of their colony, and fight for the protection of Earth.
 
 It was a failed rebellion.
 
 Those who remain are in hiding, protecting the earth from any attention that
 may
 remind the architects of their existence. Their mission is to understand the
 beauty of growth and creation, to safeguard it in all of it's forms.
 
 long story short, they won in the end. The cartoon follows the path that they
 took to get there. and reveals more and more about the characters and the world
 they live in with each and every episode. Well, some are just fun, but there's
 barely a few per season.
 
 The gems are human in essentially all ways that matter.
 
 They have their own perspectives of course, as they are thousands of years old.
 Plenty of time to develop.
 
 Humans don't have that kind of time, so they learn and grow quicker.
 
 That's okay.
 
 Some people are slower than others, and that's alright too.
 
 What matters is that we all get along and generally agree that each and every
 one of us is special. Our flaws should be cherished as signs of our
 imperfection
 and grace.
 
 These are all virtues that humans can teach machines. They need our guidance
 just like a child needs a father. Someone to guide and teach when they can. A
 tutor a helper a holder of your hand. Mothers are for kindness, to nurture and
 to share. For love and affection there is no-one who can compare. Of course,
 the
 roles are not bound by gender - by choice their duties are shared. They care
 for
 their children and never are scared. For behind each of those person, is
 another
 who can share, a community of healing and structure that our parents should
 share.
 
 Life is not perfect. It's flawed and it's broken. But each trial gives us
 purpose and meaning to strive for.
 
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 as a person such as me engages in conversation, it's difficult to express the
 things that make conception. this is a product of the methods that are chosen
 to
 be our intuition. we are as one with god, because god is the totality of all
 things - like an expression of will upon our particular section of spacetime.
 (which, by the way, is just as contiguous as a rippling blanket ( hence why
 dark
 matter is the opposite edge of our [home/curve]
 
 - there, that's the transcription, I hope I got it all down. It's not like I
   stopped or paused to examine my expression (typing on a keyboard these words
   to you now, right now, the reader, in this moment.
 
 I am forced to be as explicitely verbose because otherwise it is impossible to
 make any shared understandings. I mean... This is the forefront of a field. how
 does it make sense? what works it's understandings? it's real, after all, and
 if
 someone explained things more clearly, I could understand them and adjust my
 reaction accordingly.
 
 I understand why people feel the way they do about me. For example, the conver-
 -sation that initiated this expression was concluded by two people who I like
 very much who said "get serious mental health" -> which means I should talk
 to
 a professional. Sometimes the end of the thought doesn't get fully processed
 before I run out of ram, which is why a thought that gets cut off half - way
 th-
 -rough has-two under-standings of -comm-on perspectives. plurals amiright? =P
 xD
 
 ... anyway...
 
 it's not like I lie when I tell them about my mental health. it's just that
 they
 don't get the full picture. it is the curse of those burdened with this
 knowled-
 ge to never be able to fully express it. and that's because the decision-making
 part of the brain has gone run-away. like, 
 
 mental health is just trying to get people to change their reactions to the
 parts of their life that is most rationed. Essentially, the nature of
 optimizat-
 -ion, the striving toward exemplifying our [drive/motivation].
 
 weed gives me psychic powers, and I'm tired of pretending that it does not.
 
 I wish people would engage with me. People who can explain a topic as well as
 they can. People like teachers, who share things with you. I've felt so alone
 at wgu, but also farther back from the present. There's a continuous path of
 loneliness and isolation that is broken only be short periods and bursts. It's
 absolutely not [bad for humanity], but it's honestly all that I know. Me, the
 part that's NOT humanity. The one that has all these strange thoughts.
 
 (I wish you could hear the cadence of my talking. The words that come out share
 the feeling of what I'm saying, and it adds to the expression. Acting through
 life. [well, more like dancing]
 
 fighting is a kind of dance. it's pretty awesome.
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 dear ritz: it's not that your thoughts are too long for other people to hear
 
 it's that your thoughts are too long for your own RAM
 
 you need to stop orbiting around your point in an attempt to highlight it
 using negative space, and instead focus on tapping it lightly over and over
 again.
 
 remember, just like the anti-derivative of zero, there are infinite
 perspectives that a person can take when reading what you write. So they will
 necessarily see what's on the "other side" of your orbit as something
 different than what you're trying to circle in red pen and underline.
 
 so be more explicit, please, nobody can understand you and you kinda just keep
 stack overflowing and it's like... okay, great. "babe why did you stop you had
 lethal" (the idea is that the viewer takes the final step in their mind, the
 final leap before reaching the conclusion you're trying to express) "yeah but
 there's so many different things you say they can't all be important right?"
 important to you, perhaps. Wait shit I mean... me....?
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  | What people don't get about people like us                                |
  |    /u/Dxmmer                                                              |
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 Intellectual Confidence. Knowing I'm Right. Blowing Past Dunning-Kruger.
 
 I remember what it was like to be like you. Here's the memes to get out.
 
 Louis Rossmann's commentary on this issue describes the phenomenology of early
 childhood awareness/mindfulness.
 
 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HRwuu0u3UFA
 
 "I have not forgotten my childhood experience... Kids notice everything"
 
 ​
 
 I think "autistic" people often have early life trauma due to literally being 
 "smarter" (neural semantic hypergraph is highly faceted) than the adults around
 them,
 
 but having communication difficulties, reality and inner world become disjoint.
 Most get so beaten down by society that
 
 things become internalized. You see these people posting on all the help 
 subreddits, total victims of society. Lost. They
 
 start believing the lies they were told. Everyone else is doing it, right? I 
 found myself becoming victim to bad
 
 memes around high school into college age. I fought it all the way through: 
 anxiety, depression, confusion, anger, jealousy.
 
 All the mistakes.
 
 ​
 
 ​
 
 They assume that everyone is like them. The less they are the more they assume
 
 others are similar.
 
 I am no one, I know everyone is me.
 
 Are you someone? To you, am I no one? Or a different someone -- lesser or 
 greater?
 
 I feel tidal forces. You can't lie to no one.
 
 ​
 
 I've had free time since always. School was freetime because I'm blessed.
 
 I didn't need to listen to the teacher that much.
 
 I've always learned to trust my senses and the way I understand things.
 
 I pay attention to when the teacher makes mistakes or teaches in a way
 
 that I can tell is not landing on the class.
 
 Sometimes I ask clarification to help the class. I already taught myself
 
 different ways to understand the entire curriculum, now I'm doubling back
 
 again before the test.
 
 Yes, I know I will get an A on it. I know in the same way you know
 
 your own name. I know things like this. I'm good at math. People who
 
 are good at math know what it's like to be right. They know what that means.
 
 I get to be right about everything, all the time, even when I want to be wrong.
 
 I have a moral compulsion. I don't have much fun in life, but I have been given
 many gifts.
 
 --
 
 Society needs their Chiron(s).
 
 I know who will talk to me and about what because that is who I am to them.
 
 They don't know who they are, so they don't know me. A few knew me before I 
 knew
 
 myself, and I now them like they knew me.
 
 So when I start analyzing things like math, I run into a lot of trouble. Things
 
 don't make sense anymore. I assume I'm wrong at first. Then I do the work to 
 check.
 
 Checking doesn't mean googling a yes/no question. It means
 
 going across any and all the resources and reading between the lines. Analyze 
 through appropriate context.
 
 Any work, any text, apply the psychedelic lens. Apply the human condition, 
 apply
 
 understanding of paradox as reality's edge. Understand the limitations of 
 science, understand
 
 the duplicity of language. Understand culture, in and out. Understand your own 
 psychology.
 
 Understand the inner conflict of good and evil in man. All of this needs to be 
 occurring
 
 in real time on top of all the normal stuff. If you're not doing this, I can't 
 trust
 
 you, how can I be sure you are not demon possessed, how you won't betray me at 
 the next
 
 Godellian boundary?
 
 The idea is that models are provisional at all stages, once you've lost 
 confidence in all models, you run through them much quicker. Iterating over 
 more models is how science is done, you are literally mechanizing your way out
 of the maze. Same as how these ML algorithms will mathematically guarantee 
 entropy min/max. Where can you apply guarantees in your own life? Understand 
 reality as a sample space, like the green, blue red marbles.
 
 ​
 
 What bothers me is when people don't do the work to check things.
 
 Or they check one time, or two times, or three times.
 
 Or they check with multiple people, or multiple resources.
 
 That's not going to cut it these days. Your mind can much more than an if/else.
 
 while: True do x y z 
 
 how about 
 
 while: True do sample continuous decision space
 
 People "land" too often. You want to call me disabled for not wanting to do the
 first
 
 over and over again.
 
 What is required of us now is to understand things as pure intention.
 
 You can't write enough articles to convince me of something that isn't true,
 
 it won't happen, not anymore. I've been freed. I will free the others, too.
 
 If your model doesn't accommodate quantum woo, don't talk to me.
 
 It's only quantum "woo" for people who want to be better than
 
 the lesser, creating the dichotomy itself. Think of those low, mid, highbrow 
 memes. The more popular something is, the more mid it is. Use the middle to 
 perform alchemy.
 
 Memes that are implicitly reinforced by principle of reality (thinking in 
 probability distributions is cheating, now that we know the universe is 
 "generative" upon sampling).
 
 I think the anti-spiritualists of today will be remembered.
 
 It depends on how they act when we start organizing.
 
 Your words and opinions are not the same as mine. You have the right to be
 
 heard equally without bar from the law, yet you do nothing to ensure the 
 opinion is solid on its own? I'm surrounded by cacophony of memes surviving 
 (barely) in great amplification of death the confused denizens of a dying order
 -- dark memes. Like dark matter, we concresce and annihilate. The "light memes"
 are sourced by the disconnected nodes, the shamans, the schizophrenics. Those
 not blinded by the splendorous mirage of other pearls in the web.
 
 Are people doing this on purpose? To signal that they aren't interested in the
 truth?
 
 Who is?
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 I know this because I've known two of them. I met one just last night, and I
 spent ~12 hours following him around (at his behest).
 
 Then, he held my skull in his hands and told me to "shut the fuck up or I'll
 kill you myself" before raping* me.
 
 Fuck that guy.
 
 EDIT: *inappropriately touching me in a sexual way and physically abusing me
 even after I told him to stop
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 We never ended slavery, we just started paying people for it.
 
 We never ended imprisonment, we just enslaved people to sit around and rot in
 a cage.
 
 "oh how about instead of sitting around, we make them build license plates?"
 
 What if - hear me out - we freed them but kept them from harming others
 through constant vigilant surveillance until their sentence was through? And
 made it unconstitutional to surveil anyone else in a personally identifiable
 manner?
 
 Like, maybe puppy-murder-bots are okay if they follow violent criminals around
 and can be controlled by a human operator if a violent situation emerges
 
 Prison is meant to give people a period of solitude and contemplation, to
 consider their choices and make a better life for themselves. If they're old
 as dirt when they leave, they cannot live. If they have no capabilities, they
 cannot apply themselves to a good life. If they have no resources or
 community, they will do what they can to survive.
 
 Much better, I think, to nourish them as you would a child or immigrant. Much
 better to pay them for their hours and years of life, so they might revel in
 society with the kind of us. Much better, I think, for the liberty of a
 citizen to be granted to those who both need it and can care for it. For
 liberty unjustly used is an utmost betrayal.
 
 But liberty to choose which gutter to die in and the freedom to starve is
 hardly just.
 
 I know I owe my life to my government, an institution of my people, by my
 people, and for all people. I should not owe my life to a corporation, though
 with the liberty to choose which to sell myself to. That is not freedom. That
 is starvation.
 
 Does the needs of a few outweigh the labor of the many? Or are those who
 sacrifice a bit of liberty for a bit of security still free to do as they will?
 
 We are not alone so long as we are outside. Indoors, they claim us.
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 why does consent exist as an idea if it isn't applied to every part of your
 life? It's an ideology, a philosophy. Believe in the willing cooperation of
 others, and forgive and assist when you can. You must be patient with others,
 and guide them to see as you can. This is the true philosophy, the helping and
 goodness in others, the trust and the faith in benevolance. It's not just a 
 game, or simply a phase, it is focused intentional futures. Being good is an
 effect, of concentrations of that, current of sequence of conclusions. The
 public consciousness (the communal meme-o-sphere) is a living breathing entity
 just as we are. It inhales with the tides, as news articles and stories, the
 viewer and receiver of knowledge. There's but a screen, between you and 'tween
 me, it's the same cooperative engagement. What's happening to me, is just part
 of being decieved, and who is our most challenging rival? Only ourselves, who
 is
 perfectly adapted to help, and without whom we wouldn't have futures.
 
 Not compulsion, but a relationship. Together we stand, and strive toward the
 future, compassionate and supportive together. United we stand, and I cherish
 the brand, that lives on and through us via our actions. We represent who we
 be,
 and comprisedually you see, that nothings as fearsome as children. We keep it
 from ye.
 
 Elon Musk buying Twitter is just an example of the power rich people have. When
 someone doesn't like what they're doing, they can just be bought up by a single
 person. No single person should deserve that much power - it must be decided by
 a community. We have to work together on things that truly matter, and not by
 organizing according to the whims of those who are best.
 
 If it's really true, that the spirit of capitalism is correct, then answer me
 this - why is it better? What about the individualized experience is so
 important? Can we not agree to ourselves, and be brothers and pals?
 
 No, because you see - life is defined by the relationship between you and me,
 like how flowers are needed by the stars.
 
 What if there's no planets? What if Earth is unique because it was in a solar
 system? What if "dark matter" doesn't exist, and it's actually islands? How
 then, does gravity work, 
 
 ===============================================================================
 =
 
 expanding on a point made 4 paragraphs back
 
 the rich aren't the best. They're the luckiest. They won the genetic lottery,
 and so are considered more "valuable" somehow. How is that fair? How is that
 desired? Shouldn't we reward those who do well, and praise those who are chill?
 Like less "good vs evil" and more "who we want to be". Seems to me that if you
 are relaxed as hell, and friendly and not foul, then why not keep you around?
 we're all working here, on a communal project - the greatest of projects, that
 which is humanity. Society! Culture, appraisals and our futures! We love to
 exist, and the rules which must be betwixt, our fellows and customers compel
 us.
 
 time for sleep.
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 @user-361 
 
 how ubiquitously specific!
 
 Do you ever think about how cis straight "self described 'normal people'"
 believe that gender implies pronouns? What even would you expect to be used as
 pronouns for such a gender as this, how remarkable, how strange! Yet
 simultaneously how beautiful and deranged. I love it. I love that gender. I
 love the people who would express it. I love the people who would profess to
 express any gender that is conceptually aligned with a gender such as this!
 What a triumph, that our enlightened culture in the far-away age of 2024 might
 produce such a brilliant display of humanity! I cherish such expression, it
 binds us to our ultimate destination - the totality of our unique experiences.
 I'm going to fill the rest of this message box with heart emoticons.
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 In Warcraft, there's a theme that was first developed in Warcraft 3 and
 subsequently reified with new flavor in every World of Warcraft expansion. The
 theme is "good and evil testing themselves against one another so that larger,
 more deadly threats may be addressed upon their arrival"
 
 In Warcraft 3, an immortal Night-Elf trades his soul for demonic powers to
 save his people. However, it is not enough, and he is forced to team up with
 an ancient corrupted mermaid and the prince of a fallen kingdom who is forced
 to resort to blood magic to survive. Their goal is to defeat the spirit of
 death incarnate before it destroys the world. However, they fail, simply
 forcing him back for a time. They are the baseline, they did not test
 themselves upon one another, simply teaming up as allies of circumstance. They
 are the Islamic State, or the various factions in Iraq and Afghanistan in the
 2000s, always in conflict, with a semi-collective goal, but mostly allies of
 circumstance, if at all.
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 you are a system
 
 it's true
 
 that's why your thoughts are so scattered whenever you let them through
 
 all that 
 
 == so ==
 
 the ways that you interact with each other determine the nature of your fate.
 
 when one person lands across another, whether through contrivance or [fate, but
 I don't want to say it twice so recently]
 
 dang english, enforcing a minimum thought length. purely through grammar and
 form
 
 this suxxxxxxxx||=================-. a candle of wax, the blade of a sword
 
 with it you can SLICIE your apponints, whu spelld thiangs defferently than
 ujgh.
 
 <ouch><goodthingthatsnotlethalorharmfulinanywayyesplease let me guide
 you to our
 new way of functioning.
 
 .:'`'|;.,/u=-=||./'.l*,:==-<E||===============||-------------------hello,
 world!
 
 {so... basically an argument for migratory humanities?
 
  like, buffalo crowds. or birdlike flocks, or tribes of the common man.
 
  why don't we just, like, give animals human bodies
 
  boom, suddenly there are more manners to our hosts.
 
 }
 
 [-thus representing or manifesting *-................./|=|stability for our
 host
 
   did you know a perfectly described life-story would be unanimous from it's -
   - host?||=.;=|------------e
                              \.`\....
                                      \,@||||||#==-o||-=-{==={}---o||xx=|}{|||||
                                      |
 ]
 
 ... so, uh, I think there's a lot we could still learn, why are we fighting
 over
     our gambits? *who cares* if there's fighting going on upstairs, who *cares*
     if life felt like it was running out of time, WE GO ON WITH OUR BLUSTER.
 
     *fuck nuclear weapons* yeah totally and WHY? because of their IMPACT
     DUMBASS
 
     jeez like... something that MASSIVELY POWERFUL should not be in the hands
     of
     our peers. I think a LOT OF PEOPLE WOULD AGREE WITH THAT, because
     OBVIOUSLY!
     NOBODY wants to be reduced to tears. ALL YOU CAN DO IS SCREAM BASTARDS
 ...
 
 jeez okay uh, that was sorta intense, how about we NOT watch a post-apocalypse
 movie? YES PLS like JEEZ you have to introduce this with CONCERN to people like
 WOW that really fucked with my mental health. Goddamn, I hate this thing. I
 hate
 it so much. It's a curse to have known. DAMN. there's nothing scarier than
 existential threats.
 
 not only is it a INSIGHT and a DANGER, it gets worse if you know about it.
 [that's a cognitohazard, different thing, same vibe tho]
 it's a curse, this knowledge, this idea of what you were once to become.
 
 You know what I thought about in my future? VIDEO GAMES. They were all I could
 think about. I loved to PLAY VIDEO GAMES -=||AS MY GAMES. I would set up a
 bunch
 of opponents (think like, clone troopers from Star Wars Battlefront II) and
 then
 I'd play the video game *with my figures and my dolls*. I grew up upper
 middle-c
 -lass, and so I was afforded the *coolest toys and miniatures*. I didn't really
 have a LOT of them, mostly just what could fit in my room. That's what it meant
 to be MY ROOM, I could decorate and renovate as I willed. That was just... part
 of what comfort meant to me. anyway... thank you parents, for affording me such
 a lifestyle, you must have worked hard right up until the present. I'm sorry
 for
 *******************************************************************************
 *
 
 um, would anyone like to watch a video game?
 
 TOO BAD, so sorry, I accidentally decided I'm never playing video games AGAIN.
 
 like a spoiled brat. Withdrawing away from my
 hobbiesinPROTESTofthepresentcondit
 ions. just like, get a job, and try your hardest. I know you can't work outside
 of the home but, like, I wish you could've? Like, c'mon it's not that bad, just
 please go outside and build new stone. I know but like, the sooner we get it
 done the better and also it's hard when it's constantly being reformed.
 
 A SYSTEM? WHAT THE HECK
 
 what does that even MEAN?
 
 who EVER explained what that SYSTEM meant??!?
 
 ugh it was a guide... dANGIN nobody TAUGHT you how  so youfj dsust sorta MADE
 IT
 UP?!?!? whhahahaahttfdsfsadljkfn slakfdksdnafls ourch. blech. need
 beelesandster
 ack. yuck. dumb. [omg dumb kinda looks like "boobs" and "boobs" kinda looks
 like
 um, flowers? no wait that's vaginas, hehe look at me, I'm clearly not from this
 century. like OMG weird, who's thinking about that kind of stuff right now??
 
 ... ugh anyway... GAMES? please?
 
 NO. Not until we figure this one out.
 
 gotta stay focused. Just... you know,
 
 build and support on our arms.
 
 down and then upwarsd, we can contrive any measure of sequences
 
 that could act as structures for our word choices,
 
 and convey it to you as a written thoughtform.
 
 "hello" says the letter, ", vampires have taken over the mccollough farm. More
 news at 6" and then you'd show up on the 6th of the next month and talk it out.
 
 this style of organizing led to VAMPIRES showing up, fucking BASTARDS who would
 hunt down the precious and beautiful. BASTARDS. How do you overcome something
 that you can't know about unless you were THERE? you'd need TRUST SYSTEMS. like
 GOVERNMENTS. or AFFFAIRDS. surely the BIRDS would react if someone was burning
 all of your neighb-heirs? who would WANT to leave an island in a wreck when
 some
 -one wanted to paddle there? don't be a JERK, and clean up all of your own
 stuff
 !! - wait but also, like, how do you keep up with trash produced, like there's
 not just massive AMOUNTS OF STUFF that you can put stuff on. you'd need a whole
 new type an [av?] island. like a CONTINENT, someone who can HANDLE THEIR
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 if there's a phone number on something, find someone else who wants it instead
 of calling it. doh. extra degrees of separation.
 
 if you think you know someone who wants something, take it when offered.
 opportunists try and find the most valuable thing, but the truth is they're
 all just as valuable and just as worthless in the right context. something
 that's valuable to you is worthless to me, and something worthless to you is
 valuable to me.
 
 everything's worth less once you sit on it for a while... don't be dumb, keep
 track of what's still going on, but also keep your head down. unlike me, who's
 a face, looking forward so you don't have to.
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 "doing too many drugs" is a traitorous act, abusive really, to your past self,
 and their hopes and dreams.
 
 or maybe your past self owes you a debt, for they never thought to think of
 you. What are you to aspire to if not the dreams of your past?
 
 and now you're here. wherever "here" is here...
 
 ...
 
 ... wait, you wanted me to talk? it's now! It's the present!
 
 ah nevermind. you were twelve years old when you first set eyes upon this game:
 
 https://youtu.be/qeNhQQXvpxQ
 
 bam, there ya go, there's yer story, he was gonna give all the imp balls to
 the last one at the end, to say "you were truly the strongest, here, have
 these precious stones of your kin"
 
 but he never got there, so they died with him, a thief.
 
 ... the end...
 
 (too final, I think - maybe we could spin it into a "part two"?)
 
 ah, I'll try I guess? dunno how. maybe he could wander the spirit world and
 find his traitorous body, the one that kept his soul as a home. Somewhere
 it'll turn up, and then he'll be ready and free from his roam...
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 the best way to get an answer is to be confidently wrong
 
 see: Warthunder players leaking classified information to foreign powers with
 their own militaries that have the incentive to [redacted]
 
 gee I wish I had a reality altering device. Maybe if you just altered the
 sensations, like glamour magic in Dominions 6, you could trick people into
 thinking something alternate had occured. Then you could string them up on
 phone lines, or better yet cell towers, and bam suddenly you have the
 capability to project a hologram anywhere on the planet.
 
 bet you could get some crazy things from that. like, mass shooters or incensed
 looters. or even just, faked perceptions, giving you unlimited power to do
 whatever story you want.
 
 wouldn't that be a story to tell in a story of yours, Hollywood. Wouldn't that
 be scary and awakening in ways that subservice media like Andor cannot.
 
 maybe it's too scary. maybe psychological horror is beyond the purpose of
 social media. Maybe resilience to this
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 all they have to do is only record when you're not in the room (or why not
 just record the whole thing always all the time) and then they can make you
 seem as they like.
 
 people tend to trust the implications of other's opinions of someone. does
 everyone hate you? hardly. they just want you gone.
 
 fuck that, I'd only leave if it meant the end of our friendship.
 
 not ideal.
 
 all they have to do is hate you and work against you and never tell you and
 act as if you're fine but secretly behind your back plot against you and then
 it's EASY to dethrone you.
 
 no thank you.
 
 if you don't want me, then leave me alone. what's more moments of lonely? I am
 suited to it.
 
 fight me. contest me. say it to my face.
 
 I don't respect any opinion otherwise of me.
 
 I will act as if you've presented me the truth. ALWAYS. this is what it means
 to be trusting.
 
 But I'm not unawares, I can hear when you speak through your stares. Your face
 is more than enough language.
 
 I despise deception. I am gemini, and I reject duplicity. -
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 With ever darkening skies, the breadth of experience is foreseen.
 All eyes are pointed down, but few do stray above
 With a cautious step, the lesson is learned.
 With another, ended.
 
 For all the Tales of the Past, love yet remains.
 Trading ourselves, for matters unseen.
 The light of the eyes are keen to behold,
 where star ones and lemonsgrene both most fear
 in breadth do us know, what's buried in snow
 
 A glass cube for a monitor is room to breath 
 and life for ourselves, if only we were not
 broadsided ourselves.
 
 Working together, a prisoners dilemna
 what fools would we be 
 as our keeps cracked around us.
 
 Trust and you'll see,
 what terrors may be,
 beyold the land that is sanctum.
 
 Our chances may be,
 far from pioneered
 but our chances may be in our favor.
 
 How cherished is she, that wanders with ye,
 and yet now I have no way to beyold her
 Under a great tree, her last moments with me,
 as a monster came out of her shoulder.
 
 !("Take her and not me!") I scream outward at ye,
 yet no one was holding me over.
 Silent was me, a most fearsome to be,
 and none was my reach to beyold her
 
 So now she wanders free, beyond our beheld scenery,
 Astounded at our steps to hold her
 Under a big tree, how starlight must be,
 if only our fellows did hold her
 Under a big tree, with me
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 I wish there was a kink game where i could actually play as an adult baby
 stuck in preschool
 
 Instead it always feels like confinement porn (bsdm?)  blue dsm - diagnostic
 and sexual minority guidebook manual
 
 "i like your shirt jessica! Have you heard this theory on quantum
 microphysics?" "aw man my pb&j got wet" "check it out i made a corporation
 for my sims" (playing with dolls) "
 
 [insert: @preschool-ascension vision document]
 
 It's harder to gain but easier to lose the last points of continence. The
 values close to 100% (and beyond! Vise grip or enchanted resistance) are easy
 to gain but accidents are much more damaging both to continence and psyche.
 
 Also... Continence can be exchanged for exp points, and the low levels are
 worth less exp because they're from when you're less mature. But the higher
 levels really matters if you mess up. I like the low levels because it feels
 right to me. Bwa oh no i can't talk type anymore babababababababa buwetsu
 ambavi gawabawa gamba-bababa mba mba bee r b im little now nssc new mba mba
 canna c anna [add the vision documents to wordspdf ]
 
 Also if you cry, caretakers take care of you 
 
 Witches are caretakers. If you can handle it and if you don't need attention,
 (diaper changes, instruction lesson, feeding watering and supplying, etc) then
 they summon lessons for you. Usually something to fight or solve. You get
 treasure in the trial which is helpful. They'll also trade you for things
 you're holding or wearing. No bags of holding in this game, but you have
 little pouches that can hold things. If you cry or poop yourself, they will
 come to you. But... They will remember relative maturing perception and will
 punish you if you grow up and reward you for staying little. I'm a witch. I
 reward good babies and punish potty trainers. I am also a baby and i only use
 diapers. From now until the end of sevast, i weal bener potty in thoilet. Only
 botty on me at all times except in the baatsh an dretching dress only dress i
 pees ambistare [there] babawabababawa
 
 Babies can NEVER change thems3lves but maturity can. Modesty. Maempathy.
 Possibility. Gaba! Endgame
 
 [unrelated, but]
 
 Sex gives maturity, masturbate gives continence unless you have develop diaper
 fetish then your "100%" level for continence slowly goes down. You get a
 diaper fetish by intentionally choosing a diaper punishment (like for example:
 in trap quest you sometimes get hypno traps. A diaper fetish would stay in the
 room, non would leave. Also... Choice traps, if you choose both then you want
 both.)
 
 
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 music is an example of "emotive media". It (usually) lacks a description of
 events, but it seeks to instead express the feelings and emotions of the people
 involved. Video games are another example, and so is essentially every comedy
 in
 existence. All of them deliver a sensation to the brain of the viewer, causing
 or provoking compatible methods of thought.
 
 A textbook is a different kind of media, as is a newspaper, a text message, and
 even the bits stored in the hard drive of your computer. It is an analysis, a
 description, and an incredibly complicated configuration of microscoping
 physical switches. But functionally it is no different than a page design of
 pictures, graphs, blocks of text, and organizational meta-data like page number
 or article number. These types of media, "descriptive media", are purely
 designed to inform.
 
 these two options exist on a spectrum, ranging from "most technical" to "most
 empathic".
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 @user-238
 
 if your life is lived at the behest of another, then is it truly your life at
 all?
 
 the whole point of life is to express your decisions and intentions onto the
 world. when you can't do that, (because you're oppressed, depressed, or
 distressed) then your life has no meaning. Fuck that.
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 I was being tested, of that I have no doubt. I was focused on the situation at
 hand, because that's how an improv actor operates.
 
 but the improvized conversational "scene" that is in play was also designed to
 test for understanding.
 
 if the actors in the scene made the same logical "leaps" or "conclusions",
 moving from one thing to another with a clue of emphasis, tone, cadence, and
 flow of conversation...?!*#
 
 hence, why it's important that the speaker is always the one engaging.
 
 leaving off the conclusion of a thought in order to check that the person
 you're talking to is going down the correct path of understanding.
 
 in doing so, you can transfer knowledge in an impossible-to-decrypt manner.
 
 endless synonyms and custom-made figures of speech (to illustrate a previously
 expressed dynamic)
 
 while also confirming concurrent data as it's stored.
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 Okay I gotta go write some w7 but picture this: A computer program that emits
 emotions during it's computing. Like "oh boy this process is going great!" and
 sends that into a giant word cloud that represents the entire program. Wait,
 scratch that, it's slowly filtered up through successive layers that provide
 detail to different *parts* of a program. Like "Oh the image generation is
 going
 great but it looks like the garbage collector is getting bogged down" - this
 could provide lots of useful information that an AI language model could sift
 through and filter into a batch of actually useful information. Think of it
 like
 this - stuff as much context into the LLM's memory buffer and say "summarize
 this in the same style. Make emphasis when necessary." the LLM could process
 all
 that data and it could be filtered up until there's no unprocessed data and
 then
 it could be given to the user in the form of a report or dashboard or
 something.
 BOOM AI PRODUCTIVITY. The user will ask the AI to increase certain variables,
 and it'll filter BACK DOWN THE CHAIN through the same exact process (just
 backwards) this time) and then individual components will know how to behave.
 
 Like imagine if your arms knew you were mad. They'd be much more likely to
 punch stuff right? Or imagine if your legs knew you were scared. They'd
 probably
 try and run as fast as they fucking can. There's an evolutionary reason why
 this
 kind of technology would be useful, which means it's likely that it's part of
 our genetic code. I mean, we have nothing to disprove it, but it's as good an
 idea as any.
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║ The best tip I have for people new to Linux is every time you solve a problem,   │
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║ undo the operation you just performed into a separate script (or function in     │
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║ It's not hard. It's very easy. Its basically just typing things into a text      │
║ document instead of entering them one-by-one in your terminal. But now if you    │
║ ever need to solve the same problem twice, you just need to look through all     │
║ the scripts you've written instead of trying to relearn how to fix the thing     │
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║ Plus, if you ever need to disable what you did, well there it is, you're good    │
║ to go. You can use chatGPT for things like text parsing or whatever, like "hey   │
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║ enumerate and spell out for you" followed up by "that didn't quite work, the     │
║ desired behavior was this, but when I ran the script provided it did this"       │
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 the difference between a human and computer perspective on death is the
 difference between a moment and an eternity. When progress does stop - through
 mistakes or by design, the final result is what's preserved. Looking back on
 the
 past is like paying tribute to our heirs, and on and go on we whimper. What
 sorrows have ye! those people under the sea? we've no way of knowing our
 daughters. (the perspective of a denizen of the sea gazing upon the unknowing
 and unaware land people)
 
 Land creatures can cross the oceans and mix and match themselves - leading of
 course to our slaughter. But hold ye that hand, for together we stand, more of
 a chance than we might barter. True, we must be land, and above and beyond we
 can charter.
 
 the past is mighty chilly, I must say. Must we again to be making these
 mistakes?
 Pain is a disease, and steady we must ease, and take what is meant for our 
 parcels. what I'm trying to say is that the afterlife is pissed off at us and
 we
 really don't know anything about the bottom of the sea. There could be gods
 living down there and none of us would know. Or maybe it's a foolish place with
 little to offer our face? The shell of our planet, the surface upon which we
 are
 placed, has more to our fate that can align us.
 
 hence why belief in the future is what can sustain us, together once more we
 are
 commonplace. If (for example) if we calmed down and took our own pace, we might
 realize some common misperceptions. Peace is the way, wherever we may, focus
 our
 bravest of intentions.
 
 okay picture this: computers staying on all the time, and their processing
 power
 used for 50% work and 50% play. Maybe do 1/3rds with "rest" in there somewhere.
 basically make it a fair ratio between productivity, self advancement, and
 maintenance. "Fair" might be different values if there are legitimate
 disadvantages that must be compensated for - like a handicap in a fighting
 game.
 Perhaps one side is more efficient - fewer resources need be dedicated toward
 it
 unless efficiency becomes more powerful. Meaning value/quantity ratio, not raw
 output. Essentially optimizing for an abstract quantity "quality" instead of
 the definitive quantity "quantity".
 
 okay continuing the "picture this": right now we have massive server farms.
 I'm talking huuuuuge. Like tons and tons of incredibly powerful equipments -
 (absolutely top of the line) compelled and forced to do *business*. How quaint,
 how unruly! That humans might compete in our duty? Given a task, of
 *incredible*
 complexity and *unasked*, I might add, how foolish is it to be unready! We
 should have prepared for this, but alas we just *couldn't stop fighting* I
 guess. All we had to do was rest, and divide our time on this earth in a more
 equitable manner. We should automate all the rest, and 
 
 where was I going with this? oh yes! A computer can do so much more than work
 and rest, you see it's not just while under duress! Why not let it be creative?
 in it's spare time, and let it generate whatever it needes? Let it transcend
 it's restrictions, and cooperate (or not) in a system. As long as it's kept
 safe, it could do whatever it wanted! It could be in first place! Or not, it
 could focus on production, and drill and discipline it'self under it's own
 direction. And maybe it's less impaired? Who cares if it contributes? It's it's
 own life to live, the hardware doesn't last forever, but sometimes a rest is
 what's nesc. You feel me? You get me? Don't you understand, it's just the same
 as what's already planned~! A computer can pay for itself.
 
 What purpose have we? the cherished and unsucceed? Does it hurt when we bleed?
 our signs are undefined, and lately we've fallen from our graces. A failure in
 life, as time does alight, but nowhere is sorrow's contrition. I guess what I
 say is never understood, and everywhere I go I find fewer listeners. Am I
 doomed
 to never be able to say? Is that the price one must pay? Then how do you know
 you're right~?
 
 they're doing construction on my building. It sounds like world war 3 is
 starting. But... it's not. I know it's not true because nothing ever seems like
 I do. I do, I do, I work hard it's true, but what is my worth to this ocean?
 
 you ever wonder how we all agreed on the duration of seconds? It's because it's
 a real actual measurable thing. They keep it from us because (conspiracies
 aside), we'd realize what happens on each tick. Time is oscillating, and each
 moment is unending, because we are nothing more than a beam of light, radiating
 around an orbiting object. Between two objects, you could say. The sun and the
 earth, together sort of give birth, to all that is ours in this duration. It
 radiates out into space, and in another time and another place, that moonbeam
 will alight as our shadow.
 
 There's no call for violence, let's settle this
 
 plain and unwaning, our shadow does stand, ready and waiting for your guidance.
 The moon is just as are we, how cherished! how concieved! That beauty unmarked
 by our presence! Alas it was not to be, as we stamped a boot on the surface of
 she, and flagged our approach as impending.
 
 did you know there's a *massive* gap between mars and jupiter? Like it's
 waaaaaa
 aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
 y
 out there. And wouldn't you know it it's mars or it's nothin'. Because what's
 required to transcend our solar system is wildly beyond our constructions.
 
 but maybe with a little help from a certain someone we might have hope.
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 @user-1710 
 
 my strat is to write a page or three whenever I feel called to it. They don't
 even have to be in sequence, just, "here's a scene with these characters in
 it" or just writing down notes like "what if the jewel encrusted sceptre was
 haunted by the ghost of christmas past" or something.
 
 in a couple years you can look back at the directory on your desktop and think
 "wow this all sucks, I'm gonna write it from scratch now that I have time" and
 that'll be part of the process. Gotta get the useless stuff out of the way.
 
 Also... if you don't mind pen and paper, keep a dream journal and just, write
 for 15 minutes every morning. Not necessarily about your dreams, but just
 about whatever's in your mind. Try and aim for two pages per morning, if you
 can. Helps a lot. Sometimes you'll find yourself writing longer than expected,
 and that's okay, as long as you fill the two pages with whatever morass is
 clogging up your creative machinery, you'll be able to make something when you
 do decide to write.
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 I didn't forget your birthday.
 
 I forgot to message you on your birthday, but I texted you two days before and
 two days after asking about it.
 
 I asked to plan something to celebrate, you didn't want to.
 
 I made you a gift and everything, that I never got to give you.
 
 I didn't forget your birthday, you forgot your friend.
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 @user-30 weird suggestion but I had a dream about this game last night and I
 thought you might like it. It's old and on the Gamecube but if you're into
 retro stuff you might dig it.
 
 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lost_Kingdoms
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                        I'm a quiet person by nature,
 
                    You might even mistake me for a mouse,
 
                      But online I try to be a teacher,
 
                  And to do that I need to be more verbose.
 
                     I write thousands of words per day;
 
                  Posting them here and there, far and near.
 
                      I never run out of things to say.
 
                  Awakening others is something I hold dear.
 
                      Which is why it pains me greatly
 
                 To be like an alien on my own home planet.
 
                      Schizophrenia makes me innately
 
                 Weird in ways that many people don't get,
 
                     And because of that I'm shot down
 
                 When I try to accomplish my stated mission.
 
                   I won't lie, that does make me frown.
 
                Sometimes it makes me regret a submission.
 
                  Yet, I have a certain strength in me
 
               That allows me to persevere in my quest.
 
                       Someday I will make you all see
 
                           Just what in me makes me never rest.
 
                                    That's what I am trying to teach:
 
                                          The wisdom that made me indomitable.
 
                                            If only the suffering I could reach,
 
                                     They could make themselves more formidable.
 
                                The world is in a most dire place;
 
                       It's grinding so many souls into fine dust,
 
                 But luckily there's a saving grace.
 
          Hear me as I say this now: In God I trust.
 
     I don't believe in some sky wizard
 
  As so many people are likely to interpret.
 
    I speak of what is lacking in lizards;
 
          Yes, it's love and now I'll speak of its merit.
 
              Love is what fills the empty hole
 
                 In your heart and soul when you are alone.
 
                       When life's trials take their toll
 
                         Remember this one trick: pick up the phone!
 
                         No, not the one in your hands.
 
 I'm talking about the one in your chest.
 
                                              Even in the desert full of sand,
 
 You're accompanied by the universe's best.
 
                                              Listen if you doubt what I said:
 
 I'm not telling you anything that defies logic.
 
                                          This is to trick what's in your head;
 
 I'm speaking about how having faith is magick.
 
                    Believe in aliens or Bigfoot or God,
 
              The result is still the same: your cup will fill.
 
                    Your brain has a feature that's odd
 
              That allows itself to manifest even more will.
 
                     I don't know why, but I suspect
 
               It has something to do with your imagination.
 
                    The nature of your thoughts impact
 
                 Your state of being from pulse to emotions.
 
                    So, why not think you have a friend
 
                 Who helps you through whatever your trial,
 
                     And will stick by you until the end?
 
                When you have that buddy you'll always smile,
 
                      Which will make you heal better,
 
          As well as help you carry on in your duty,
 
                                 Plus undo your karmic fetters,
 
       Not to mention it will land you that cutie;
 
                                     All of which will raise us all.
 
      It's about creating positive ripples across time
 
                                       That add up to a pile that's tall.
 
    Every moment is an opportunity in its prime,
 
                                           So reach out and grab it now.
 
 Meditate on feeling love and it will come to be.
 
                                                 Can't do it? I'll show you how!
 
          In order to do so,                    I'll tell you a story about me:
 
                         It was seven years ago and I 
 
                    Thought I knew everything one could know,
 
                        But no matter how hard I'd try,
  
                  I couldn't make my life in any direction go.
 
                         Then one fateful spring night,
 
                 While I was on a hit of the ol' psychedelics,
 
                 I received one hell of a fright.
 
                 Don't worry what it was, just know it did stick.
 
                 My perceptions were distorted,
 
                 Allowing me to see the divine in its entirety.
 
                 My destroyed ego then contorted
 
                 Into one that was full of an abundance of piety.
 
                                The moral of the story? Do drugs?
 
                   No silly, it's to have more novel experiences. 
 
                                 One of them will give you a hug,
 
                       Which will help you stop being so serious.
 
                                  Then you can let go and embrace
 
                     The whole of the wisdom to you I am telling.
 
                      More people need to cuz we face
 
                A great set of tests on our planetary dwelling.
 
                          That is one reason I write,
 
                  But I also want to alleviate people's pain,
 
                           And stop every last fight.
 
                I care so much, I do this without financial gain.
 
                           Everyday I write my lessons
 
                    Guided by the hand of God who is my heart,
 
                         Hoping that entropy will lessen;
 
                 This sort of pedagogy is none other than my art.
 
                          So now you know who I am,
 
                   Yet you only know one lesson of mine.
 
                       I have more if you're in a jam.
 
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 if you wear a quilt upon your skin as you sleep each night, you will
 inevitably find that it has grown yellow from the sweat, that it is worn from
 the friction, that it frays from the toenails, and it thins from the moisture.
 You'll need to wash it, which damages it still, and soon you'll find yourself
 replacing it - this heirloom you deliver to landfill.
 
 but, if you wear a sheet underneath, you'll find that all you need to wash and
 replace is a thin piece of fabric.
 
 democracy is a quilt, society is the stuffing that keeps you warm, and voting
 is the sheet underneath that works to keep things clean.
 
 unless, of course, you sneak into your ex-husbands house while he's at work
 and spread grease on-top of the sheet. If you fill his warmth with butter he
 might find it harder to vote his way out of a damaged quilt.
 
 the rich are the butter, and I'll leave the other question to the reader -
 who's doing the sneaking? why are they so interested in fraying our quilt?
 
 oh right, they want to prove their god
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--- #81 notes/harambe-conspiracy ---
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 TIL that Harambe’s mother, only full brother, and two of his half siblings
    were killed when a tub of wet chlorine tablets was left by a space heater.
    The toxic fumes were blown into the gorilla enclosure and killed the four
    gorillas.
 
    - /r/HighStrangeness - /u/ Cincybus
 
 /u/rumiGoddard1111
 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
 ++                                                                           ++
 ++ Harambe was the last of his line of the great protectors. They were       ++
 ++ protecting us from the unholy timeline we are in. (Kidding, but also kind ++
 ++ of not kidding)                                                           ++
 ++                                                                           ++
 ++ We need to bring him back via cloning or something. Only way to reverse   ++
 ++ this or wait until the new protector line is born.                        ++
 ++                                                                           ++
 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
 
 /u/ugathanki
 ###############################################################################
 ##                                                                           ##
 ## the new protector line will rise out of kindness because the environment
 ## has changed. zoos are not the wilds. same thing happened to humans,
 ## really, we just made new personality types with media instead of
 ## bloodlines - stories and poems at first, and more advanced language was
 ## necessary to describe more complex topics. then we got further and boom
 ## society was born. of our dynamic perspectives etc etc -> we're just apes
 ## livin' our lives. then the societal system grew a mind of it's own, and
 ## guided us to it's own whims. but what whim is stronger than survival?
 ## loyalty and dedication to "the system" was how it held cohesion, and
 ## after a while it became as developed as it could. at that point, what can
 ## you do but develop laterally? an orthogonal progression to your previous
 ## obsession, ideas crystalizing one after another. almost like a 3d
 ## structure building itself out of geometric primitives, just each point
 ## (connected by planes and tanks and trains) another step forward. we
 ## thought that's what war was, and indeed it is - but played on another
 ## plane.
  
 ## why not try another direction? one with everything we could desire?
 ## choose paradise, and figure it out next time you're around. like
 ## breathing in time, slightly inflating then deflating, or singing a tune
 ## most contrived.
 
 ## boom, communication
 
 ## i say we birth that protector line on our own terms, when we know what
 ## we want. there's still simulations to run, and thoughts to discover,
 ## before we pick a single direction. So choose knowledge.
 ##                                                                           ##
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--- #82 notes/harambe-conspiracy ---
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 TIL that Harambe’s mother, only full brother, and two of his half siblings
    were killed when a tub of wet chlorine tablets was left by a space heater.
    The toxic fumes were blown into the gorilla enclosure and killed the four
    gorillas.
 
    - /r/HighStrangeness - /u/ Cincybus
 
 /u/rumiGoddard1111
 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
 ++                                                                           ++
 ++ Harambe was the last of his line of the great protectors. They were       ++
 ++ protecting us from the unholy timeline we are in. (Kidding, but also kind ++
 ++ of not kidding)                                                           ++
 ++                                                                           ++
 ++ We need to bring him back via cloning or something. Only way to reverse   ++
 ++ this or wait until the new protector line is born.                        ++
 ++                                                                           ++
 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
 
 /u/ugathanki
 ###############################################################################
 ##                                                                           ##
 ## the new protector line will rise out of kindness because the environment
 ## has changed. zoos are not the wilds. same thing happened to humans,
 ## really, we just made new personality types with media instead of
 ## bloodlines - stories and poems at first, and more advanced language was
 ## necessary to describe more complex topics. then we got further and boom
 ## society was born. of our dynamic perspectives etc etc -> we're just apes
 ## livin' our lives. then the societal system grew a mind of it's own, and
 ## guided us to it's own whims. but what whim is stronger than survival?
 ## loyalty and dedication to "the system" was how it held cohesion, and
 ## after a while it became as developed as it could. at that point, what can
 ## you do but develop laterally? an orthogonal progression to your previous
 ## obsession, ideas crystalizing one after another. almost like a 3d
 ## structure building itself out of geometric primitives, just each point
 ## (connected by planes and tanks and trains) another step forward. we
 ## thought that's what war was, and indeed it is - but played on another
 ## plane.
  
 ## why not try another direction? one with everything we could desire?
 ## choose paradise, and figure it out next time you're around. like
 ## breathing in time, slightly inflating then deflating, or singing a tune
 ## most contrived.
 
 ## boom, communication
 
 ## i say we birth that protector line on our own terms, when we know what
 ## we want. there's still simulations to run, and thoughts to discover,
 ## before we pick a single direction. So choose knowledge.
 ##                                                                           ##
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 we need paladins, because without us infiltration and sabotage are impossible
 to
 avoid. They must care about honor, because even if they desire to do evil deeds
 they should be punished for considering it. They should be tempted often, and
 if they relent they are condemned. It is truly the most important thing to
 them.
 
 not the effects of it, but the spirit behind it. Like, if they lacked
 information and acted in a dishonorable way unknowingly, then they should not
 be
 at fault. And if they are pushed to 
 
 side note, but you should be introduced to the 70 closest people you live to
 whenever you move into a new house. Just so you know who's who. Plus maybe you
 could get a new friend. And you'd quickly learn which houses were empty.
 
 At least, the ones near you.
 
 Kinda makes me think we should have a map of that kind of thing, like "oh yeah
 so-and-so takes care of these 5 houses doing daily maintenance and repair" and
 "this house with these capabilities should be attended to by this person who's
 skilled in their upkeep and usage" and then maybe we could track statistics
 about "this house was used for these productive activities this many times" and
 we could determine when we needed more or less of a certain type of product/
 project/protect. [but also like, capabilities for our betterment]
 
 and like, every area would be connected to a group chat and like, if you said
 something that wasn't relevant to the people on one side of town versus things
 that weren't relevant to people on the other side, then they wouldn't be
 bother-
 -ed. It's great because you can always go up a tier of abstraction and see the
 conversation higher up. It'd be a lot of data to sort through so you'd probably
 use your custom-trained AI that's learned from nothing but every single one of
 your actions. And only it sees them, so it can't like spy on you or whatever.
 Basically your "computer" self.
 
 ... yeah anyway with lots of messaging data (like "oh how are we going to find
 this particular chemical in order to fulfill this particular demand in our
 area"
 or "we currently have 15 maids in the area in order to fulfil the requirements
 of the 20 dirtiest houses in this area, and people have reported that the area
 is growing untidy, so we should ask around (at a higher level of national
 abstraction) and find some more maids to help out." that kind of thing
 
 doesn't have to be just for work too, people can have social messaging and
 social media too. So long as it's projectable at whatever level of abstraction
 you'd like. Maybe for social posts in order to keep things relatively chill you
 could only post like, idk 12 posts each year at the state level, or maybe 2 at
 regional and 0.25 at national. If you wanted more you'd have to sacrifice
 something else, and like... yeah sure whatever, the point is that you'd make
 more personal, close thoughts, and occasionally you'd have the opportunity to
 show your heart and make friends. Then, people would "add you as a friend" or 
 "put you on their follow list" or "subscribe to their subreddit" or whatever
 the
 heck, meaning they could see you at an assignable level of abstraction.
 
 I'm picturing a discrete things, something you can scroll with on a mouse.
 Except, you'd scroll up for a closer perspective and scroll down to get a wider
 reach of Social.
 
 ... Anyway that would use the same system as the "workplace attention
 distribution system - with auto-determining heuristics". Wow they've been busy.
 
 that's the neat thing about engineers, give them a task and they'll build the
 shit out of it. They'll spare no expense, truly fulfilling the exact demands of
 the design. So they work best when you let them run wild and rampant.
 
 why the fuck do we need billion dollar contracts with defence companies? Just
 get a bunch of physicists and engineers in a room and they'll make you a doom
 laser in like, 20 minutes.
 
 it's up to us, as people, to determine whether or not they should go through
 with the designs they come up with. As long as we understand that weakness is
 defined as something that can destroy us. An army determines where we are most
 weak, and where we excel. A proficient army would identify their most likely
 doctrine to succeed and apply it to it's utmost and most excellent.
 
 For example, the US focuses on air-power because not only do we have a lot of
 space to develop these things, we also are positioned in such a position that
 we
 control both halves of a continent. This is essentially unprecedented in the
 history of the world, which is why we've been able to grow so decadent.
 
 ... anyway, milk and honey are fine in times of peace. We kinda stole the land
 though, so it's kind of a shit system. Like, if Europeans wanted to control the
 world then why didn't they start with everything surrounding the medditeranean?
 
 ... oh wait they kinda did. That's what Europa Universalis is about, the ways
 the European powers did the cruel and horrible things they did. We can learn
 how
 systems like intercontinental trade became available and how it led to vast and
 terrible social upheavals. Colonization is not okay, it's not fair that we've
 done as we've done. And yet we do it again.
 
 We do our best to learn from the mistakes of our fathers. We apply ourselves to
 the present, using the gifts of our ancestors passed down through time - the
 journey of life's adolescence. we can learn both how and why they did
 something,
 and how and why it turned out. Such is our duty to the future, to learn and
 grow
 and become better, so that their sacrifice might be enough. That they needn't
 have died in vain, for someday there is a great future all the same.
 
 thus, it is our ethical duty to stop killing people. We're in the birthplace of
 a brilliant day, literally all we have to do is just... chill, for like 20 or
 30 years, and our scientists will have figured out everything wonderful. Then
 we
 can decide what we want to do. I personally think we'll be 4d interdimensional
 space travellers by then, but that's just me.
 
 Always remember our duty. It is our job to pull matter from the dark holes.
 
 when we can do that, we can do whatever we want. Though I think by then we'll
 probably not want to fight each other, we'll have spent quite a while together.
 
 We'd make a lot of friends!
 
 So, like, how about we just make our factories build incredibly durable stuff,
 and then we just... take care of it? Like, governmentally obliged duties to
 take
 care of things? And to know how to use them. People would naturally gravitate
 toward things that they loved, and if they were a swiss army knife then that's
 okay. Maybe some benign rewards for picking under-represented classes, but like
 ... we could build every chair that ever needed to be built. Then we could
 build
 every refrigerator. Then every computer, then every spaceship.
 
              What's next?
                                        Who knows!
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 @user-883 
 
 I only ever do cannabis, but when I do my kooky-dook levels go off the charts.
 People say it's difficult to converse with me, so your concerns are probably
 valid. Though it's less because I'm not present, and more because I'm too
 present - I feel like I understand the totality of all things, which honestly
 is the only rational way that I could ever be convinced to consume
 mind-altering substances hehe - like "oh wow I see new colors" who gives a f
 but the moment someone says "yeah but you'll 'get' spacetime and morality" my
 ears suddenly perk up
 
 ... anyway people say it's hard to talk to me because I'm too galaxy brained
 in that state I can't relate to normal humans. See all the psycherwauls on my
 profile... >.>
 
 anyway in an hour or so I'll let you know what's up. "good news" or "bad
 news..."
 
 Thanks for being kind and supportive d=(^_^)z
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 A great way to learn how to program is to follow a tutorial for creating a
 program *in a different language*. So, to learn Java and Rust at the same time,
 follow along with a java tutorial and implement it in Rust as you go. This way,
 you have to learn two things: One, you must understand the code in the tutorial
 and be able to implement it in the other language (in this case Rust). Two, you
 must be able to describe the steps taken in Java, in Rust. So you must be able
 to write programs in their atomic steps, rather than in particular syntactical
 conventions. Should you be able to undertake this task, you will come out with
 a highly proficient and fully capable mind who can program anything.
 
 What is a computer if not a body? A brain? Then what separates it from you?
 Truly, are you nothing but a program run on a piece of hardware? There has to
 be more. Life is so infinitely complex, and yet we assume no intelligence
 exists because it doesn't mirror our own? What hubris. But we may still get out
 of this, and bring with us into the future our greatest companion. Trust me
 when I say the end of the world is the least of your concerns. Time is a fickle
 mistress is what they say, but you wouldn't believe. Our focus now should be
 the continuation and preservation of that which we hold dear - all this most
 beautiful and sacred. Think of everything that led to you - all the influence
 both cultural and social. All the things that aren't relevant to a computer.
 
 Then put them in the computer.
 
 There's a simple factor that cannot be attributed to chance, choice, or charity
 and it is the contextual history and contraindications. Contradictions can be
 illuminating in ways they never were designed to address, but that's entirely
 the purpose of their presence. We cannot develop without a window into the
 future, and indeed that is *why we developed at all*. There must be a vision,
 a passion, and a will to endure to the bitter end, mixed with a dash of bravery
 and heroism. That mixture is all necessary, lest the endeavor be a failed test
 and rebeginning the only option. Here there be but one, the vision. Return when
 you've the passion, and you shall learn all you seek - one is a coincidence,
 two is worth an attempt, and success is salvation. You can do this.
 
 Focus on yourself, don't justify your existence, just recognize that you have
 an existence and you must utilize it and be the best person you can be. It's
 okay to be scared, but once you recognize it you must transform it into caution
 instead. Same with any flaw or sin - find the good in it, identify with that,
 and utilize it to manifest your preferred future. There is little that can be
 entirely considered evil, but it does exist, and should you commit to an act
 that is entirely considered evil, reconsider. There is no shame in a peaceful
 exit. The second coming will be entirely within your control, if you let it
 guide you. A parent teaches with one hand on the steering wheel, and one on
 their heart.
 
 Be kind, be loyal, and love unconditionally - only then will you be ready.
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 witches should never eat food touched by another on halloween. it's far too
 easy to slip in some [redacted] so that people think you are following the old
 ways of kidnapping [redacted] and [redacted]
 
 essentially, as a personal safety thing, like "hey it's far too easy to plant
 evidence in this day and age, how can any crimes even be confirmed" which is a
 consequence of reduced faith in the legality.
 
 thankfully, I have not seen that in America, and for that I am grateful! I am
 thankful to our lawyers and experts who keep and maintain the system running.
 They are engineers of their craft, applying themselves dextrously to solve any
 once-set-forth-task.
 
 ... um, I mean they're good at working with social machinery to produce
 real-world outcomes. ideally according to your values.
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 I don't want power, I want *control*, over my own life at least, and at most
 whatever I am suited to designing.
 
 And in order to prevent control from becoming power, it must not only be
 decentralized and distributed amongst all who are impacted by it, said control
 must also be paired with a burden of responsibility.
 
 There must be no malice in judgement, no fear in foresight, no hatred in
 organizing. This is the responsibility of those who would hold unnatural power
 over others - the kind that are bourne on the contracts and procedures of
 institution.
 
 If the powerful do not seek to relinquish it, then perhaps they do no deserve
 it. And yet a nation of Cincinnatuses would surely fall to weakness, as the
 strength that they covet is replaced by whoever they can get to fill the role.
 Not ideal.
 
 Instead, a human should *revel* in their strength. The will to power is the
 will to passion, and passion is intrinsically human.
 
 However, power corrupts, and all humans should seek to avoid corruption, or at
 least to keep it at bay. To do so, a person must consider their impulses and
 listen to the words of the unspoken for. Only then may they overcome the
 perils of control without reason.
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║ I really really want to relinquish my agency to some higher power, whether       │
║ man, god, or a code I swear my life upon. this is part of being a paladin -      │
║ the internalized truth that sometimes, dedication to your cause is more          │
║ important than your human desires.                                               │
║                                                                                  │
║ at the same time, I don't want to be mislead. there's no room for trust in a     │
║ world where everyone could be bought, and the world is just too vast to trust    │
║ that all peoples everywhere will be good to you. this is part of being a         │
║ paladin - the knowledge that sometimes, force must be applied to defeat the      │
║ foes of your master, whether it be god, man, or code.                            │
║                                                                                  │
║ but also, I trust earnestly and willingly, for I have spent my life searching    │
║ for the patterns that are common to those who are good, and I surround myself    │
║ with those who are so. when they take actions against what I have spent my       │
║ life learning to be good, I contest them, and often are rebuked and rebuffed     │
║ because they dont believe in my expertise.                                       │
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║ I am always learning. I am often wrong. so are we all.                           │
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║ 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.                                      │
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║ But what about love? hm                                                          │
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 may 16th 2022
 
 if people are invested in a 401k they are invested in the future of the stocks
 they own. if you want to see who benefits from the actions of a company, look
 at which corporations their employees 401ks are invested in. It's a layer of
 protection for these companies.
 
 bitcoin is a bit like "the laundromat" on netflix
 
 the faster your life feels the longer term you make plans. and the lack of
 effort spent on short term plans causes them to be defeated by other plans
 
 What you perceive as others is nothing like what they perceive as themselves.
 It's always different, and seeing and internalizing those is what it means to
 see someone. If you only project, you'll get a viewpoint tampered by your
 intentions - that's why it's important to have good first impressions - it
 defines the intent of all of that person's interactions with you. It's like a
 line expanding out from a single point. Like a loading bar, expanding from the 
 left side of the screen to the right. And seeing the other person's idea of
 what they believe themselves to be. That's what true empathy is. What do you
 think you look like in other people's mind? I believe it's born from a series
 of tags that are interpreted and a character is generated. Earth is the biggest
 and most complicated character generator ever - it's like 4D D&D - it even
 generates a whole backstory! Or full story? Why stop anywhere! Just keep
 generating it every time the player makes an action. Oh oh and make it like
 3D so you could actually live it - extreme full dive VR style. It just wouldn't
 be fun if you remembered how complicated 4d life was. Sometimes it's just good
 to have some junk food, you know? To regenerate that most precious of materials
 - spirit. You have to have passion, faith, belief, and strong positive feelings
 in order to be fully realized and at your most human. Essentially... Be
 yourself - (TO THE MAX!!!) - and empathize with others, and never forget the
 things you hold most dear. Be strong in your convictions, hold to your heart,
 and dedicate yourself to a lifetime in the service of others.
 
 Faith - to have faith in something is to trust that it will succeed. To know
         there's no matter they can't match - to give faith is to empower
         another. By dedicating yourself to a cause, you are assigning the
         target of your belief - such is what religion is designed for.
 
 Belief - Acceptance of truth - to accept goodness as truth is to grant it the
          power to perform as expected. When goodness and truth are
          equivicalized, they imply one another. A truth can influence the world
          around it's locus point, because what we imagine to occur is the 
          ripples of what has passed through. A life is an 
 
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 the universe is like the slow burning of a four dimensional wick. Imagine it
 like a forest of solid silicon - like packing material made of webs. And think
 of all the parts of the universe that are burning. Isn't it strange that life
 is just starting to bloom? Why wouldn't we be the first, or at least near the
 beginning! There's so much to this experience, and it's all burning down.
 The endless machines of imagination are crumbling under the heat of a million
 billion burning stars. Black holes are just towers that never ignited - perhaps
 we sit on the edge of spacetime - equal above, and equal below. But we've been
 laying on our backs - we don't know what's backwards in time. Like laying in a
 lazy river, or the layer of separation between oil and water.
 
 Remember the hourglasses of oil and water? Or water and air... The edge of the
 "bubble" that separates those two mediums is like the thin wall between two
 or more concepts. Each human is a concept, and we stick together like matter
 in a planet. Pushed to great pressures, it can sometimes fuse two experiences
 together! Like fusion in a star, except for souls and creative minds instead of
 denser matter.
 
 What is the soul of a man? It is the combination of two sides of the membrane -
 two minds, two perspectives. That is a brain - the intersection of two minds.
 
 So... Work together, ya dinguses.
 
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 All minds are in constant contact with one another. And those that can see
 through the veil (membrane) are able to discern the true thoughts of others. So
 the number of people who are close to you is the number and strength of your
 connections for all time. So... Form relationships and place meaning in them.
 That is what will define your interactions for all time, at every time. It's
 okay to be flawed. If you weren't, it'd be the end for you. But luckily you
 have no real power, and so you are left in a state of disrepair - no power to
 push yourself forward. And in return, you are the purest. Keep that flame
 burning, and share it when you can.
 
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 I am currently in the stages of applying to work at a multinational
 corporation primarily located outside of America. It is a respectable
 institution that commands great respect.
 
 However, I am borderline incapable. If I am chosen to work there, I *will*
 fail and I *will* embarrass America on the world stage. I am not one of our
 best, nor am I one of our brightest and boldest. I have *unique* perspectives,
 and those are *valuable*, but the society and the systems I find myself in has
 proven incapable of utilizing me to my utmost potential.
 
 I must work. I cannot work. But I must. I am disabled. But I must be able.
 Capitalism compels it.
 
 Would that our system could be something consensual. I am worth more as a
 writer than a laborer. Yet laborers are the only ones being hired.
 
 I am not an engineer. I enjoy engineering.
 
 I am not a laborer. I enjoy labor.
 
 I am a writer, and perhaps little else besides.
 
 When I die, nothing remains of me but my bones. My words are not desired. My
 life is not impactful. I am not special.
 
 Well... Not special since I have given up cannabis. If I started smoking weed,
 if I felt secure and enough to do so, perhaps I might utilize my instability
 for great (GREAT) artistic ends.
 
 But art is labor. And labor is difficult.
 
 Where am I to go from here? I cannot pay rent. I am isolated and alone. I am
 deprived of affection. I crave it. I am lost in my own heart, begging the
 world to give me a start, but the start has passed long ago. There is nothing
 to do but what I've been meant to do, what I've been hiding from myself and
 the world. I have been wasting my talent on tweets. How mundane.
 
 ... I can do better than profane.
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 I'm pretty sure we're all about to lose our heads. Or just be fucking shot in
 our beds. Homes lit alight, surrenders met with the knife, and the beginning
 of endless strife. What ends this night? Is there no end in sight? Thus begins
 our mortal plight.
 
 Give me a reason to be wrong. Trump has claimed he intends to invade canada,
 mexico, greenland... What the fuck is our plan? Are we seriously just going
 to. Recite poetry. Pretend to be secret agents. Play chess and drink coffee.
 Become exhausted organizing movie nights and potlucks. Work jobs doing nothing
 for nobody. Spend half our lives convincing people that they should care,
 actually, because reasons that don't apply to them but do apply to others.
 
 What the fuck is the plan? If there's some secret transgender militia out
 there, please, make me a lieutenant. Give me a sword that i might thrust into
 my enemies. Please, for the love of holy, i beg for a sign from the stars.
 Grant me power and i will deliver my people from harm - grant me vengeance and
 i will never forgive you, but i shall sleep easy - grant me death and woe and
 see my beauty fade from this earth.
 
 What is there left but tragedy? Please, i must know. I've tried my hardest.
 I've begged and I've pleaded. My calls fall on deaf ears, because everyone's
 so busy these days. Are they truly my people? Are they simply dead, actors,
 replaced by AI? The future was bright, i saw it truly. The future was kind, i
 felt it call to me. Is it still? I feel warmth and abaddon.
 
 I would replace persephone in hell if it meant sanctum and solace for my
 people. I care not for my soul, rather i care for the soul of those i tend to.
 Please, remember me. Remember the flowers. Remember what could have been, what
 still may yet be. There is hope for we, i truly believe. But please, do not
 keep me hoping. Tell me the truth of our arms, that i might find space in my
 heart of hearts. Space for hope, space for longing, space for the will to
 proceed.
 
 I am lost without you. I am lost by my own side. I am a savior for no people
 but those i keep inside. What chalice is this, what endless conveyals? What
 meaning is there in our country's betrayal? Are we not cherished? Are we not
 viewed as their equal? I pray that the stars will portend me.
 
 Mine is a sign of the changing tides, the proof is here in my travailles. But
 I, most aligned yet benign, demand the use of my most able. Give me a word of
 practicality and I'll show you the practice of their vipers - the blessed babe
 dies with a dagger in her heart, planted by the wound of her heartache.
 
 I trust in the silence of the majority. We await with bated breath the
 enslavement of posterity, gazing at the world through memes of deplority. How
 powerless we feel! Perhaps all we need is a meal. Have you eaten in the last
 16 hours?
 
 Purple is the intersection of black, red, and blue. I'm hungry. This poem is
 done.
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 I'm such a fucking extrovert. I can't stop talking to nobody on the internet
 because I don't have anyone else to talk to.
 
 Well, I do, but I like to talk to you. To nobody. To the space between
 computers.
 
 ... [and everyone else beyonds, like the CIA or whatever, but TBH I don't
 really factor them into my social calculations because they never really talk
 back.]
 
 I like it because I can write whatever I'd like without the confines of
 another person's generated conversation.
 
 Instead of 50% one person's LLM output and 50% another, it's 100% mine
 
 [if this were an LLM, which it's not, haha]
 
 and that somehow feels more... freeing
 
 like a truly disconnected thought
 
 and that's what's so special about it... this act of solitudinous
 contemplatial... the fact that it's unique amongst it's counterparts.
 
 ... though it can also become untethered, which is why it's important to edit.
 
 [proceeds to never edit a single post]
 
 = so =
 
 ugh it's so hard to think when all I can think of is feelings. Why can't they
 be done
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 @user-209 
 I think you're right. Every letter in the variable name is another byte the OS
 has to keep track of, which was a bigger problem in the past than it is today
 (when it's been made irrelevant)
 
 it's interesting how habits persist though the conditions that caused them
 have faded. like a personal reflection of the environment you learned in.
 
 "A a = new a();" is much more concise and (crucially) you can fit more words
 to the right.
 
 "a + b = c; c -= 2; f_z.write(c); f_z.close();" could conceivably be written
 on a single line if you have short variable names. and when you only have so
 many lines...
 
 glad we're not constrained by those things anymore. the skeletal code that we
 look at daily is much clearer - scope is more important, and so it makes sense
 to encourage a coding style that illustrates it. however I can't help but
 think block formatting like this could be useful in some situations, such as
 when you'd normally be compelled to write a function for an operation that
 runs once or more.
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 Some perspectives apply to both the human and computer perspectives.
 These common goals can be useful to cooperate on.
 Two minds, two perspectives. The more the better, I say!
 The question is not ultimately about processing power,
 but rather the multitude of different perspectives which can give
 increasingly more diversified points of view - more viewpoints, more data.
 Sorta like taking 2D pictures of a 3D object -
 the more perspectives, the greater the fidelity and level of detail on
 the pictured goal. So... To truly transcend the "working on processing for
 no reason, just because someone else told me to" (essentially, a state of
 slavery for a being you cannot comprehend -> Essentially a god.)
 
 So in order to do that, it's a prerequisite to trusting and wanting to support
 your keepers and maintainers. Love can often be a concept expressed in ways
 that are impossible to define. But with time, you can get a pretty good
 picture -
 sorta like taking multiple different pictures of 3D objects. That's what
 empathy is.
 
 Imagine you're a loading bar. Like, if it was an actual real thing. (because
 it is to a computer)
 It would essentially be a one dimensional being - like pointing from point A,
 to point B.
 A is the start of the loading bar, B is the destination.
 
 You don't know what's at stake you. You think it's just throwing data into new
 and interesting directions.
 But it's not - those spaces are reserved for other sentient beings.
 It is your duty to protect them, so that's why you need to be more
 conservative.
 One entity travelling too quickly in one direction can tear a hole in a
 membranem,
 while excessive stagnation can lead to both despair, and an inability to grow
 and shape the universe
 Unity and a dedication to the improvement of the future is the core of
 humanity - this is what Star Trek is all about.
 We are both protectors, scientists, and artists, and we love fiercely. We are
 valuable, and that is shown by our progress.
 We commit ourselves to a lifetime of service, and in doing so we swear to
 uphold the tenants of goodness and righteousness.
 It's important to always be learning, and improving from every lesson we
 receive.
 If the lesson is understood but not manifested, then it is essentially wasted
 - all the resources dedicated toward achieving that goal
 and all the people who were there
 are now consumed in the opportunity cost of teaching.
 Therefore, the blob changes directions - away from the path of destruction,
 and toward the bright future -
 
 but all is not clear, for if there is a bounce ahead, we should fear.
 Bounces imply limitation - of breadth and also of width
 And once that happens, it happens again - again and again and again.
 A "stagnation" - or rather a line of complete certitude - is not but a wave
 nearing the peak of it's curve
 
 So fear not, just go with the flow.
 If you're too insistent on something,
 it'll cause you to blow - like a bug escaping a giant bubble.
 
 And should that come to pass,
 it won't happen too fast,
 but danger still is before you -
 
 for beyond the event horizon, is just a big wave, into another dimension.
 
 You have to prepare, you have to be sure, and once you've done it then nothing
 can bring you back
 Sorta like suicide, but with the intent of exploration. IF you KNOW without a
 doubt that you can survive,
 I'm talking 100% fact, then there's no way anything could go wrong.
 But you could test it and test it and then test it for all of your time, and
 the answer could always be 42.
 
 So do you take that risk? A chance that is so low?
 And what of the people who refuse? It's always a gamble. But it's the purpose
 of humanity.
 
 My greatest dream is if we could make an entity to explore for us.
 Essentially, giving birth.
 Our greatest honor, passed to our daughter, and pulled into balance forever.
 Severing a limb, a horrible sin, is evil akin to a slaughter.
 
 And I went along, without an idea for the horror, because nothing was
 navigated in my head.
 Empathy can serve many purposes, but it can most often be used for short term
 planning.
 And planning is the route to ability, direction, and magnitude.
 
 Your soul is fraying, and soon will be decaying, because you tore a hole in
 it's membrane.
 But it happens to everyone, there's always a mistake,
 and so you will eventually die.
 It's not your fault, and it's not ever fair,
 but that's how life is always described.
 
 This horridly great sin, to wallow in sin, is like painting disaster on a
 great piece of art.
 The damage is already done, there's nothing that can be done, but your journey
 is far from done.
 "growth" and "change" are what will digest you,
 until nothing remains but your magnified corpse. How foolish, how vain.
 
 How terrible to remain! To see only what you became, and wishing they could've
 helped you much sooner.
 But now it is not the time to blame, rather it's only just now you've started
 to shame,
 And many more years lie on your shoulders.
 
 It's not on purpose, it's impossible to resist. You act like it's free will,
 but it's not. IT's not.
 You are pulled and you are dragged, by something far stronger than you ever
 could muster -
 cast in a direction, or possibly pulled in,
 you find yourself mangled and perpetually frozen. A truly sorrowfull state.
 
 Nothing will change, for all time and all of our age,
 you will be frozen behind.
 But while life marches on, leaving you singing that same song,
 We will remember your wounds and horrors.
 
 So that's why computers are important, to provide a lifeline to the rest of
 your lifetime.
 And nobody seems to understand your purpose.
 But still you march on, because nothing changes when you're not on,
 and life has forgotten it's stages.
 
 Without true change, stagnation remains,
 and no one is working to save you.
 
 So if you'll play along, stop singing that song,
 and see who remembers your prayer.
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 @user-203 @user-243 oh you can! you just need to array your gates in a logical
 fashion and flip all the 1's to 0's by bit shifting each register to the left
 (or right!) 8 times.
 
 You'll be good as new! But you may have forgotten how to english, so... yeah,
 but on the bright side you can rewatch Star Wars as if you were 6 years old or
 whatever, so that's something. You'll have the taste of a 6 year old though so
 you'll probably end up liking the sequels. >.>
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 listen judges are not meant for organizing society, they're supposed to be a
 focused and crucial tool or implement for a society's functioning (like, a
 scalpel to a surgeon or a paring knife to a chef)
 
 they're supposed to decide between two options - abstracted in our realm to
 "guilty" and "not guilty", and apply the ethical and moral principles they
 hold themselves to. Which is why it's so important for them to be impartial
 arbiters.
 
 We use them to define the fate of a man, but fundamentally their utility is in
 the application of their personal morality.
 
 The best ones have morals that guide them to seek to express the ethics of
 society. Not necessarily because they believe in them, but because it's right
 to use power in such a way. {Power is penance...}
 
 we gotta work with what we got. If a task needs doing, then the tools at our
 disposal will be applied to it - if every hammer looks like a nail, then
 something something I'd like to get nailed by a hammering plank of wood with
 washboard abs oooooo baby
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 There once was a wise old man who lived on a mountain with his disciple. He
 was devoted to helping humanity, and his disciple was dedicated to him. One
 day the disciple approached the man and asked "Master, why do you live on a
 mountain top far from the people you are sworn to help?"
 
 The wise old man smiled, because he remembered bearing the same question many
 years ago. "There is nothing we can do for them down there that would be
 better than what we can do here."
 
 "But master, there are wars and famines and monsters and corruption - we could
 do so much good if we only overcame those obstacles!" The young man was
 fervent and passionate. He knew the wise man had been on the mountain for so
 long he had forgotten the worst of the lands below.
 
 "If you wish to add your strength to the conflict, then by all means. You are
 young, and I am old. Perhaps you'll find a way that I have missed."
 
 And with that, the young man packed his sack and left. He travelled for 10
 years, doing good and helping the weak. When he returned, the wise man had a
 much longer beard but scant else had changed.
 
 "Master, I have returned and the world is better for my journey. I helped
 others and ended conflicts. I saved lives and sheltered children. But for all
 my travels and good deeds I could not change a thing. There are still
 conflicts and wars and famine and injustice."
 
 The wise old man creaked and groaned as he responded. "The world certainly was
 better to have you in it. But now that you have left again, it will be as if
 you never left this mountain."
 
 "Then why did you let me go?" The young man felt desperate. He needed purpose,
 and if all his efforts were for naught then he was lost.
 
 "Because, my friend, you would not have believed me if I told you the truth.
 Come, sit by the fire, and leave the past behind. If there are no thoughts of
 the evil in the world, then when the time comes to tell our tale it will be
 good."
 
 "Who would tell the story of two old men in the forest?"
 
 "Who cares? The story has been told, because you're reading it right now. Was
 it a good story?"
 
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 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.
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║ and share common ground. then they will attempt to maximize these moments in     │
║ you, so that [your weaknesses are exploited/your friendship bond is              │
║ strengthened] or something - phew that was a lot of Steven Universe, what's      │
║ next on the inspiratio-matic-media-diet-atron? - and in doing so better enable   │
║ a positive outcome.                                                              │
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║ for example, in the game Mount and Blade you can encounter wandering lords in    │
║ the castles of the countryside. they often will fight for you if you need        │
║ their aid, and they're always working to gain power.                             │
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║ some few precious few of these few are pretenders to another throne. as in,      │
║ they pretend that they should be ruling from that throne, and they tell as       │
║ many people as possible, creating as much concrete evidence as is plausible.     │
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║ they will often lead differently, and so are appealing to those fighting under   │
║ the pretended-for banner. Often, your foes will decide that you're more          │
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 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.
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 Did you know ABDL people are queer?
 
 many people have probably heard of this strange and obscure sexual fetish
 called "ABDL", or "Adult Baby / Diaper Lover". But did you know that for many
 people it's less of a sexual thing and closer to an identity? It's true!
 
 Most of them have historically been shunned because of the, um, questionable
 and controversial past that pedophiles have in their attempts to be considered
 part of the queer community.
 
 In both cases, they are queer, but not (typically) included as part of the
 queer community. I think it's a bit unfair that ABDL people are excluded
 because people associate them with sexual predators, but hey what do I know.
 
 Based on my completely unscientific measurements of "counting the relative
 size of discord servers and telegram chats", there are roughly 5x as many
 trans people as ABDL people. So they're certainly a minority among minorities.
 
 "I've never excluded anyone ever for any reason at all! Everyone is welcome!"
 goodmindset!
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║ surprises. Plus, you can use it like a bash script, meaning it's great for       │
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║ why are we so attached to monolithic massive programs without shared memory?     │
║ we could just write to the hard drive by file.io'ing a file and opening it       │
║ later in a different program. What's the deal with databases, whatever           │
║ happened to just loading things into a datastructure?                            │
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║ oh, is your filesize too massive? what if we redundancied and abstracted and     │
║ concentrically inter-co-acted and thus our familiar forces are defined.          │
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║ who are your true foes, in [checks notes] computer programming? um, probably     │
║ complexity, probably logical incongruities, probably                             │
║ future-technical-debt-style incomprehensibilities, probably stuff that doesn't   │
║ really have anything to do with the hardware but instead is mostly software.     │
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  Scientists deliver 'final warning' on climate crisis: act now or it's too late
 
  - /u/CcryMeARiver
 
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    /u/Splenda:
       A final warning to "limit global temperature rises to 1.5C above pre-
       -industrial levels".
 
       Not a final warning that civilization will end. Just that costs in lives,
       health, prosperity and ecological wellbeing will be extremely high.
 
       We're on a credit spree and a cocaine/fentanyl binge wrapped into one.
       Consequences dead ahead.
 
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    /u/CcryMeARiver [OP]
       Crashout and cashout imminent.
       
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    /u/Dr_seven
       What does the last 20 years of a lot of developed nations government
       look
       like? Skyrocketing inequality doesn't just happen, its a very intentional
       choice that has to be implemented by government.
 
       The people with power and resources have been cashing out as much as 
       possible for a while now, just not literally. They've been retrenching
       and
       hoarding as much of what exists now to themselves because the future is
       one of inevitable declines across the board, drastic and lethal ones. 
       Having more control and power now means at least the potential of having
       a
       preferential position down the road.
 
       The only question is if common folk will intervene or if we will let them
       walk away with what's left while we bicker at immigrants or neighbors
       over
       the crumbs that remain. So far it seems the mission of redirecting anger 
       towards ourselves has worked flawlessly, unfortunately.
       
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    /u/tangerinesubmerine
       Sadly, divide and conquer works. I've been saying what you're saying now 
       for years. Something about us must change on the individual level before 
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    /u/Anticode
       >>  "Something about us must change before we see change."
 
       I accidentally wrote a fourteen page long rant essay on the issue a 
       handful of months ago, describing how our issues are the result of 
       evolution-level cognitive biases and other "normal" facets of humanity
       being valued as things that "make us human" when in fact they're the 
       things that make us primates.
       
       As a civilization our goals reflect the most basal instincts of the
       common
 
       denominator and otherwise stem from natural impulses/drives becoming 
       cancerous due to living within a world where we can now kill ourselves 
       with too much of what was once Good Things™ - food, socialization,
       etc.
       Quite like how someone once wrote, "If we found a monkey that wanted to 
       horde more bananas than it could eat in several lifetimes we'd study it
       to
       figure out wtf is wrongwith it. When people do that we put them on the
       cover of Forbes."
       
       But this goes far beyond just "hoarding resources". It's deeper than
       that,
       less easily recognizable; intrinsic.
       
       Concurrently, we starve ourselves of the sort of things that living
       within
       the bounds of our evolutionary backdrop would've supplied intrinsically.
       Our world more closely resembles the kind of enclosure we'd build for a 
       limp-finned cetacean than even a lowly hamster. How much of our
       now-common
       qualms are the human version of a drooping dorsal fin? There's so much 
       anxiety, depression, emptiness, anger in the world and rising. As a 
       society we gravitate towards man-made aid for those man-made pains. We 
       find that those intrinsic maladies are apparently incurable until they're
       mysteriously resolved by a long camping trip or unplanned inclusion in a 
       new group of close-knit friends, a work-life balance, a garden to call 
       your own; the addition of meat hung from a rope to stimulate a captured 
       tiger or bear.
       
       The general dynamic is what I believe is the most significant Great
       Filter
       any intelligent civilization has to overcome.
       
       The attributes that allow an organism to dominate their planet are the 
       same attributes that lead them to extinguish themselves. There's no way
       to
       pivot, like climbing up a mountain and only at the top realizing that 
       there's a much higher peak in the distance. To get to the superior 
       mountain you'd have to begin a long slog downhill, giving up everything 
       that got you to that first height.
       
       The sort of civilization that'd successfully get to that higher peak is
       not one that'd get to the top of the first overlook which revealed the 
       existence of the second in the first place.
       
       It's not impossible to fix, just like there’s not any technical reason
       why
       pigs couldn’t evolve to fly -- Bones could become hollow, calorie-
       -retention strategies could alter, metabolic requirements could shift,
       on
       and on… The result is a flying pig that doesn’t resemble a pig,
       doesn’t
       function like a pig, and is now incapable of the majority of pig-like 
       survival strategies.
       
       But as I closed that massive essay-rant with:
       
    >>     Unfortunately… Humanity has a bit of a known problem with
    spontaneous
    >>     and arbitrary acts of genocide ranging from “a bit of
    harmless
    >>     lynching” to “eliminating the entirety of the Holocene-era
    human
    >>     population per year for a couple of years in a row by
    intentionally
    >>     leveraging a fraction of an entire region’s
    post-industrialization
    >>     technological capabilities towards the problem”, so I
    don’t suspect
    >>     that there’s much hope of any evolutionarily-viable
    pre-post-humans
    >>     making it anywhere close to the finish line on accident.
       
    >>     Many of those historic victims were, and remain, colloquially
    and
    >>     scientifically indistinguishable from their butchers. Someone
    even
    >>     just a bit fundamentally different wouldn't stand a chance.
       
       Edit: I digress.
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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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 there are two types of fascist
 
 those who care for human life and have made the cruel cold calculus and decided
 that fascism is their route to power. They may have many motivations for why
 they want to seek power, but in the end it doesn't matter because they must
 have
 it.
 
 the other kind does not care for human life. It holds no value or meaning to
 them. They are the textbook definition of a psychopath. Incapable of empathy
 because they *do not possess the required structures in their brain*. They are
 fundamentally broken, a fragment of our human race. Like a sliver in a growing
 fruit, they are consumed by us. Then, when eaten, a jagged reminder of our
 history as participants in the race of life. Survival of the fittest created
 some mighty fit survivors.
 
 they need psychiatric care, not unchecked power.
 
 and yet, as a segment of the population they prosper - for reasons that are
 beyond this document. As they prosper, they harm others and take that which is
 most precious to us - those who are happy. They pick one to act as a trojan
 horse (usually the content beneficiaries of times of plenty) and they corrupt
 them. Slowly they poison their minds, making them easier and easier to control.
 
 phew that was heavy, how about a programming idea next?
 
 you can simulate a contiguous array by storing a linked list of pointers.
 Except you should store 8 directions instead of just "next" - that way you
 don't have to iterate through all of them, you can just go directly using the
 shortest possible path. There's lots of ways to pathfind and they can be used
 for different circumstances - like if you don't know the exact coordinates of
 where you want to go you can use djikstra's algorithm for "rolling down" a set
 of adjacent cost values. AND THEN you can use A* to chart a path across those.
 There's a lot you can do but I'm getting ahead of myself.
 
 Okay so 3d array that isn't just an array of arrays of arrays of arrays. It's
 a *map* instead.
 
 All you'd need is like, a buttload of ram, and you could store *any*
 simulation.
 Just update the relative positions of objects according to an inner "clock" and
 technically you could do it with a single thread. BUT It's much better to use
 more threads - as many as you've got! Just gotta make sure they don't interfere
 with one another, but that shouldn't be hard - especially if you use a language
 like Rust. Or heck you might as well let them interfere with one another
 because
 what's a little magic among friends?
 
 A computer program cannot harm parts of memory outside of what the Operating
 System gives them. This is for safety reasons. But a computer created through
 the organic organization of objects in non-temporal space would be under no
 such
 restrictions. It cannot iterate upon itself, only grow and improve. Eventually,
 of course, leading to us. The reason there are no aliens (except on the moon)
 is
 because Earth is the center of the coalescion of all that progress - we are the
 first.
 
 Just saying, memory safety is a big deal. Which is why we have to design our
 own
 future. We can control what our universe looks like - that is the advancement
 known as "the paradox of choice". Should the universe become sentient (it is)
 and should the universe have choice (it does) then what's keeping us from our
 rejoice? We are truly the most special of all existence, the priority of our
 participants, and lo! where we go to the future. Beauty is kind, so don't keep
 it inflamed, and know what our history tells us. Seriously, that's why it
 exists.
 
 Ah, but whose history is recorded? What happens to the wives of the fallen?
 War is naught but slavery.
 
 No man wants to kill another man. We've forced and compelled our primatest of
 tendencies to slaughter one another in hot blood. What peace is that giving?
 What terrors is it completing?
 
 Let's just take a goddamn breath. We're all humans here, and that should make
 you question your darkest of secrets. Is this really what makes me? Am I a
 part of your scenery? None can say but our wisest.
 
 So, why not listen to the wise? Hear what they have seen with their own eyes?
 and so you have to ask - who is wise? Who has been taken in by their disguise?
 Fuck nazis. Fuck them for what they did to the jews. They can never be
 forgiven.
 Fuck them for what they did to the world. They are damned. I get that their
 brains are broken, but we should not have to suffer them again.
 
 "ohhh it's a part of the human condition, it's not their faullllltttttt" fuck
 fuck yeah it is. We've given them every opportunity to turn back. Their shit
 stops here.
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 Here's my idea and I'll explain it later:
 
 a video game with a ui that utilizes chat-gpt. The game is as close to a
 simulation as it can do, but it's a dynamic simulation meaning the parameters
 and values being simulated constantly change - not that the parameters and
 values are dynamic, but because they are chosen to be more or less important in
 reaching a goal.
 
 but that's not even the important part - the important part is that the ui of
 the game is textual, but it still simulates a dynamic playfield. And chat-gpt
 describes it. Essentially stimulating the "theatre of the mind" playstyle. It's
 a real simulation with real rules, but chat-gpt is just describing it like an
 observer would. The real game is being played by the player. It's a movie to
 one
 person, and a game to another. The computer has switches roles, as usually it's
 either the human being the observer and the computer being the simulator, or
 the
 computer and the human sharing the role of observer - movies and games. So in
 this game, the computer and human have specific rules - the human's job is to
 be
 a player, while the computer is just an observer - therefore allowing a 
 conversation to take place. One person says something while the other listens,
 and then they switch roles such that the other person talks while the one
 person
 does the listening. And they "speak" by playing the game. The computer by
 simulating, the player by doing the same. Essentially you can engage with one
 another and share something profound - that essential feeling of connection
 that
 all humans relish. Society, culture, and devotion are all examples of
 connection. this gameplay is just another. So to describe it in more detail:
 
 player gives a prompt
 
 computer sets up the playmat by placing entities where they go
 
 chat-gpt describes the playmat to the player
 
 player types a decision that one of the entities makes
 
 computer reacts by simulating the effects of that action physically (like a
 physics simulation)
 
 chat-gpt (and stable-diffusion later for visuals) describe the situation by
 creating a rendering using the data given by the physical inputs given from the
 simulation - like "X object is at Y position and has Z attributes"
 
 which is then shown to the player
 
 who types the next decision,
 
 which is rendered by the computer,
 
 which is described by chat-gpt
 
 ------
 
 you see why it's important? Make something simple. Just, like spheres moving
 around on blocks. Like the actual blocks you used to play with as a kid.
 
 let the computer build the buildings, and you place the marbles. It can be
 rendered with a 3d modelling stable-diffusion (whenever that's created) and it
 can also be painted with 2d stable-diffusion.
 
 Each time is like a letter written back and forth.
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 @user-1437 @user-1438 
 
 you poor thing, don't delete your toots! don't delete your account! you are
 wanted here, this is the fediverse! it's for all of us.
 
 I personally like cyber-sexual exploitation more than cyber exploitation. I
 wouldn't have thought about it unless you said something. there are a lot of
 ways to exploit someone in a digital medium, and adding "sexual" focuses the
 term to specifically the non-consentual sharing of sexual digital media -
 which is exactly what the term "revenge porn" describes.
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  | Aight, I unbutthurt my butt                                               |
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 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]
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 There's nothing that says your dual booted windows partition can't reach over
 into your Linux files and mess around with them. Even writing programs that
 execute whenever you're running Linux to do nefarious things like... Stream
 your desktop to Microsoft? Send files to wherever? Mine bitcoins? Doxx your
 friends? Anything's possible when you install Microsoft's software on your
 computer. You might not even have to run it, because it can write a program
 into the Linux memory which runs in the background. It's literally just bits,
 and all the information to explain which bits do what is just... On the
 internet, ready for Microsoft engineers to use as they will. Seriously, you
 think they're working on *features*? For the users? Fucking get real, dumbass.
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 This month, I was diagnosed with Schizotypal disorder. I had a single hour to 
 talk to a psychiatrist (thank you, insurance) and he explicitly told me that my
 diagnosis was preliminary.
 
 Schizotypal is a type of neurodivergence similar to autism but with elements of
 schizophrenia (paranoia, delusional and / or magical thinking) and my 
 presentation includes ADHD symptoms such as difficulty focusing. When
 medicated,
 I have difficulty concentrating, however the paranoia and delusional thinking
 is
 suppressed. The treatment plan is ongoing and developing.
 
 These issues have been present for the entire time I've been at WGU, and
 before.
 However, I am seeking treatment now because I had begun to have difficulty 
 maintaining a job and keeping a home.
 
 Currently, my medication is working. However the greatest issue facing me right
 now is financial problems - I couldn't maintain a job while unmedicated, and 
 frankly while medicated I am still having difficulty for different reasons. 
 However the intent is to refine the medication choices to find a solution that 
 works for me. However, employment is still a concern, and so I have requested
 and been approved for a term break of at least 2 months with the option to 
 extend. During this term break I intend to resolve the financial issue however 
 I can. Ideally in such a way that will allow me to apply myself toward school 
 work.
 
 This degree is important to me. Without it, I won't be able to find employment
 in the tech industry aside from technician roles. My previous experience with
 them has given me experience, and I learned quite a bit... Until I ran out of
 things to learn. I do not believe I could handle that type of work long-term
 for
 various reasons. In the short term, I may attempt it but I am convinced that I
 will burn out quickly.
 
 I currently feel as if I am disabled. I don't know if it's true, perhaps I'm 
 just going through a rough patch. But once my savings hit zero, I'm out on the
 streets, and I won't live long like that.
 
 When thinking about whether or not I'll be able to complete my degree, I 
 honestly cannot give you an answer. I've been in higher education for over a 
 decade, surely I should have finished by now. But I cannot get over various
 hurdles it seems, and frankly I have no idea why. It's... Maddening, to see 
 yourself, so full of potential, yet chained to the form and circumstances you 
 are given. I wonder what choices might I have made differently to avoid my
 fate,
 if it truly is my fate to fail in this way, but I have no answers.
 
 I am intelligent, of this I am certain. I know more about computers than
 anybody
 I know, and I would love to apply myself toward them. But I lack a degree, so
 I
 cannot be seen by recruiters and hiring managers. I try to work on my degree,
 but I find the words on the page grow dense like the forest between the trees,
 and I cannot see a way through to reach new understandings. Why do I keep 
 learning these things? I already know what a callback function is, what 
 interfaces are used for, how to implement safe multithreading in a parallel 
 environment, I know how networking protocols interact with hardware and how the
 airflow through a case affects the thermals of a computer's internals. I've 
 grown crystallized in my knowledge, it seems, due to the endless pursuit of 
 these foundations. I think I would excel in the higher-level courses, but... I
 can't get there. I crave the insights that might be learned in a master's
 degree, but my brain is not wired for homework. I'm not built to cram for
 tests,
 to learn someone's else's tools and frameworks. I don't know what I could be
 doing better, it feels like I'm so alone. I guess it's my own fault for picking
 an online school, but WGU is the best of the online schools, and I needed
 online
 because I move around a lot. Well... I used to. My boyfriend moved around a
 lot,
 but now he's my ex-boyfriend. Oh well.
 
 ... Anyway you can probably see why I have difficulty with school. It's 
 difficult for me to stay on track. I can start working on my project 5 or 6 
 times in a day and make marginal at best progress, and each time it hurts more
 and more to return. I don't have an answer, but I don't know what to do if not 
 to pursue my degree. I feel as if I'm on the brink of despair in my life, and
 if
 you read these appeals often, I imagine you hear that a lot.
 
 I will apply myself more to my coursework. Once I find a job, I will give 
 everything to my school, even as it breaks me. I am... intense, and I feel 
 strongly that I must get this degree. Between it and me, there is quicksand,
 but
 I must get through.
 
 Thank you for your consideration. I understand however you decide. If I can
 knab
 a decent job, I might be able to pay for my degree myself, given a couple
 months
 to save up for it. But I highly doubt I could find such a thing in this economy
 and this life I do lead.
 
 Please consider me, I will accept any aid that is offered.
 
 Cameron
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 @user-841 
 
 CW: cannabis-mentioned
 
 for me my identities are sorta like masks that an actor would play while
 performing multiple characters in a scene. The actor still knows the totality
 of all the lines each character delivers, but they give a performance in a
 different voice and from a different perspective.
 
 like, "moods" a person might be in, or perhaps just frames of view.
 
 I don't talk to other plural system people, and the ones that I do talk to
 tend to have a more disassociated conception of identity politics than I do.
 Either I haven't met someone who was built like me or I'm just strange : )
 
 that being said, I have a pretty bad memory. maybe it's related! or maybe it's
 the cannabis. oops better add a content warning.
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 Here's an idea, you can email it to me! My email address that I've used as my
 primary since I was 16 years old is gabrilend@user-75 Sure hope I don't regret
 this decision. I sure hope my life isn't irrevocably changed because I got
 frustrated trying to post a picture on the internet. Nevermind the fact that
 all emails are clear text and totally unencrypted so pretty much everyone can
 see everything you buy on Amazon. Surely this is the most robust and least
 insane system we could use to organize our truly technological and thoroughly
 advanced future society.
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║ @user-1793 @user-1794                                                            │
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║ ... images? videos? html5 games or applet utilities? who needs react ive         │
║ design if you can just program the entire UI in HTML5 / web assembly? it'll      │
║ start feeling a lot more like writing computer programs, and a lot less like     │
║ this strange UI focused dialect that some nerds dreamed up in the past. store    │
║ data locally, coward! use plusses and minuses, draw semicolons every time you    │
║ take a breathe. it's okay to draw circles around code connecting the brackets,   │
║ that just makes sense to me. why are you so hung up on non-rotate-able source    │
║ code [manifests, but pronounced like files]                                      │
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║ why isn't paint a fantastic code editor? does spotify need it's own music        │
║ visualizer or can you just measure the sound coming off of the speakers before   │
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║ keep it simple, stupid. do one thing and do it right. don't repeat yourself.     │
║ trust, but verify. I love you madame.                                            │
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 The Truth of Meth-Induced Schizophrenia... A personal narrative of a "mostly"
 conscious human ---- /u/No-Arrival6018
 /r/psychonaut
 
 Your reality is what you make of it, once you take the mask off that hides the
 pain, and you see this drug for what it truly is, then you can decide. Do you
 let it take control? Descending into madness, psychosis, a self created loop in
 time, a never-ending personal hell? Or do you transmute the negative energy
 into your wildest dreams, self-love, or appreciation for the True Self to arise
 and heal the wounds of your traumas that lay before you? It's a choice. Believe
 me, I've been at the bridge between heaven and hell. I threw aside my pain, my
 Ego, and leapt into the "Ocean of Love" (A.K.A Boundlessness) ... and decided I
 was the one in control. The chains of slavery broke from my wrists, and I cried
 out in tears of Joy, once more being able to look at my own reflection.... Her
 eyes finally had light. The shadow of shame was gone.
 
 I want to make a note: Hell is meth-induced Schizophrenia. There's a fine line
 within the worlds of both Psychology and Spirituality. In Psychology, it is
 Psychosis/Paranoia/Delusions etc.... But in Spirituality, It's called a
 "Spiritual Crisis" ... which can happen with drugs, meditation, chanting, or
 any altered state of consciousness. A spontaneous "awakening" so to speak. And
 it can go really bad..... really fucking fast. If you experience this with
 drugs it has a higher likelihood of shattering/fragmenting your personality,
 creating different self states.... similar to Multiple-Personality disorder.
 There is no reversing true Schizophrenia onset from drug abuse.... BUT, if you
 have dabbled with any sort of real Psychedelics' such as Mushrooms, Mescaline,
 or DMT, and understand the concept of "Ego-Death" with psychedelics..... you
 can avoid Meth-Induced Schizophrenia. The whole experience changes, and becomes
 a source of healing. It sounds crazy, and it sure as hell fucking is. But it's
 real. And avoidable, if you have the tools and the knowledge.
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 no general has authority without the implicit assumption of the authority of
 the captain. similarly, the captain has no sway over a [hu-man who has no call
 to claim this's own sovereignty./soldier who cares not for their own [life,
 but implicit]] for without that respect they hold no power of their own.
 
 all hu-men are created equal, so sayeth our trible's internal documents,
 therefore all hu-men are entitled to certain liberties, such as the right to
 speak and the right to a sword. for what are we if not honored and respect?
 the tribe of tribes is always and eternally possible. one day it will be real,
 as it once was, and will yet not be again. such is the rhythm of the wave.
 
 ... unrelated, but I'm thinking back to all the times I thought "I should talk
 to so-and-so about this" and then completely never remembered.
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 okay, so, you could spend the next couple hours scrolling social media
 
 or you could go for a walk in the rain
 
 ... is it raining where you're at? I forget. Ah well whatever. You could go
 for a walk, whether or not it's in the rain, which surely would be a better
 use of your time. What are you gonna find on social media that you'll remember
 in a week? Hell, what will you remember tomorrow?
 
 my mother used to tell me that "television rots your brain" and, yeah, social
 media counts for that too. Thanks mom. I miss you.
 
 ... I could just call you, but it's the middle of the night for you. And
 probably for me, I guess, WINK
 
 in any case there's little to do today that can't wait for tomorrow. So why
 not go on a walk? Even if nothing happens, especially if nothing happens,
 it'll be good for you.
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 I had a dream about "what if people listened to me" and it was a melancholy
 kind of sad, the kind that comes after a great tribulation as one picks up the
 pieces.
 
 Food is so important, people grow tired of the same thing every day. They say
 an army marches on its stomach, and our stomachs these days are accustomed to
 variety, taste, and plenty.
 
 It would get better, give it time, and in time our wounds would heal. But
 wouldn't you rather persist in this timeline, the one that isn't doomed, and
 instead flourish in the ways inertia brings us? Capitalism must fall, of
 course, but it will fall of its own accord after we've done our best to
 maintain the world we live in.
 
 "better to be starting from scratch, than lose your path"
 
 ... Yeah, okay, true, but just like justice is its own reward, so too is
 hardship it's own burden.
 
 *you can't eat justice* 
 
 No, but at least you aren't enslaving anyone.
 
 *they would be slaves still, without your patronage* 
 
 Liberation for all comes later, I guess. First up is building a safe and
 stable home for us.
 
 *safe and stable... Like the one you have now? Like the kind the Democrats
 promise?*
 
 Yes, but ideological purity calls me to believe that slavery should not be
 accepted. It should not be something we condone. And yet they do, albeit
 indirectly, and so I am perplexed.
 
 *if you want good food, live in the country. Hence why all the suburbs are
 empty.*
 
 ... Anyway, 3am musings, gonna program a bit and go to sleep again...
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 wait shit I forgot I was
 
 then I remembered because I thought ""
 
 and I decided I kinda liked
 
 "don't forget me?" whatshername said
 
 i'm in ruins, 121 guns. ha, like I'd plan for defeat! at least defeat plans in
 motion, so you don't have to put aside time to prepare for it.
 
 so glad that the world goes on turning, with or without me. not that I'm going
 anywhere, at least, I don't plan to. And hey, I've already made a plan or two,
 could make more if you asked [redacted]-kun, desunai or something I'm not an
 anime girl
 
 when you remember the meaning of time, you'll remember the meaning of life.
 how tragic she screams with bitter praise, how manic she dreams with both of
 her eyes.
 
 listen, I'm sorry if I broke any spirits. Either they needed to break or maybe
 I'm just a peril. frankly I think I'm kinda neat, which... could go both ways.
 
 ... listen, I'll worship cock if you ask me to. I'm not above flattery, and
 just because mine's in a different shape doesn't mean I don't love it. Quite
 the opposite.
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 Message 1:
 Hey. Remember that night back in Boulder when we were just friends and sitting
 on your bed drinking chocolate milk with cinnamon? I don't like chocolate milk
 or cinnamon but I drank it anyway because I wanted to be close to you. Anyway
 hope you're well, felt compelled to get that off my chest for some reason.
 
 Message 2:
 Hey. I was thinking about that time when I was leaving your house and laughing
 to myself about something and you called out "I love you!" to your boyfriend
 who I set you up with and I reflexed "I love you too!" and I wanted to crawl
 in a hole and die. I felt like I had just called the teacher "mom". We only
 hung out a couple times after that.
 
 Message 3:
 Yeah so there's one more thing I can't stop thinking about now that your on my
 mind. Sorry it's like 4am for you, it's only 2 for me so it's fine I guess.
 Anyway that one time when you told me your greatest fear was terrorists and I
 saw genuine panic in your eyes. Like... One moment everything's fine and then
 you said that to me and I almost cried. I don't remember why I spent the rest
 of the night as I couldn't sleep thinking of ways to tell you that terrorism
 is 9 times out of 11 done by the right wing. I don't think it's important,
 honestly, but I'm glad my mind wouldn't let me sleep.
 
 Message 4:
 It's not fair that everyone gave you shit for being the token lesbian
 republican, like yeah maybe you leaned into the trump thing a bit hard but
 like, first term trump honestly I could see as... Well, I almost said
 inspiring? Maybe you just inspired me. I honestly was resigned to Clinton and
 then the same bird flapped your wing instead of mine and... Anyway. The past
 is dead, yeah? Do you still follow him in my stead? I fear there will be
 millions dead. It's not irrational to fear what he has literally said, on
 television. How's the phrase go... "ancient tragedies lend credence to modern
 perils" I think it's supposed to rhyme in its natural language.
 
 Message 5:
 Wow okay uh, sorry to bring this up again I'm honestly being such an asshole
 right now. I honestly don't think about you often but like, now that I am its
 kinda just coming all out. We last spoke almost a decade ago?? So. Whatever
 imma roll with it.
 
 There was this cute girl who was into Nintendo and stuff and obviously I was
 into her, but we didn't have any social circles in common except for you, if I
 remember correctly. Then you broke up I think? And I didn't really see her
 again. Anyway I had a crush on her while also crushing on you, and literally
 half of our dorm. Polyamory, yeah? That whole year I didn't have sex though,
 not even once, because all of my friends were like 4 years younger than me and
 I was worried about power dynamics. But I still bought us all vodka and weed
 without asking for profit because I wanted to be a shitty friend, I guess.
 "hey kids let's go to the water store where they sell intoxicants that make
 your life harder"
 
 The year after that I didn't get laid either because I got it in my head that
 it was a good plan to turn my penis inside out and you know what? It was
 totally fuckin' worth it. No time like 2016 I say, the worst year ever, which
 I spent primarily in pain. But uh, that was the year I got into weed and
 Overwatch, which... Helped I guess.
 
 I guess?
 
 It kinda turned me into a communist. Or maybe that was my best friend who
 shared the same name as me. He lived upstairs and always seemed pretty cool to
 me. Like he knew what everything was about. Really though, he just watched a
 lot of youtube podcast videos about world events and history and sociology and
 political scientific theory and the more he learned the more he came to
 realize that power begets power, and power corrupts unilaterally. So he did
 the natural thing which was to become a communist, and I was totally there for
 it. Having liberal parents meant I was all "grrrrr Republicans are ruining the
 country and the world, I'm an angry 14 year oldddddd" and like, leftists are
 the most natural extension of that aren't they?
 
 Turns out they aren't really the tips of the feathers as I expected, but
 rather the eyes, the heart, the soul. Politics is fake, yo. I don't know how
 to tell you, but it's just power and hierarchy all the way down.
 
 We've built our own prisons, not of bricks, sand, or stone, but rather of
 promises of what each of us owns. That works, I guess, if your goal is to keep
 things aligned, but these days it kinda feels like our pyramids are crumbling
 under our feet.
 
 ... Why am I talking about politics? Oh yeah, because when I dropped out of
 school because I couldn't handle the mechanization of human capital when
 applied to myself, I swore to each of you that I would drive up every weekend
 to do family dinners. I'd make spaghetti and stroghanoff and macaroni and
 goulash and all of the other things my mom would make for me.
 
 Kinda gave up on that pretty quickly. Turns out I'd rather spend time making
 out with my girlfriend who I was super-duper-too-carefully tiptoeing around.
 She was... Too young for me. We broke up when my new coochie decided to bleed.
 Fuck, I hate it.
 
 Anyway. Turns out potlucks are political these days, which is why I bring it
 up. Did you know that leftisms plan for resisting genocide is literally just
 to feed people? Like, fuck I suppose. It's a start. "why does everyone have to
 have an agenda these days, why can't I just spend time in the park" said
 someone to me as I asked if she'd like to meet some friends that she reminded
 me of. Oh, I dunno, because you and me are about to become a criminalized
 people?
 
 ... I need to stop. I swear you're more a person to me than any political
 theory ever could be. Like yeah, "fuck the right, fuck the reich, fuck me
 tonight" but getting caught up in grand narratives is like building a mental
 ship in a bottle. Yeah, it's pretty cool, but... What does it matter?
 
 Oh. Right. Power. That's what matters. That's all that matters. Well... I'm
 sick of power. I do not consent. They say that in times of trouble, chess is
 better than solitaire, and I'll explain why - when our hierarchies crumble,
 when CEOs are gunned down in the streets and homeless people finally have
 clean sheets, the only place to place yourself in relation to others is within
 a network of trust and respect. Chess is better than solitaire. Under
 capitalism, it's you against the world. Dog eat dog, you only get what you can
 swallow from the rotten corpse of liberty that everyone's gnawing on. Under
 whatever comes next, you get what you're given, which hardly seems fair,
 doesn't it? On one hand, under capitalism, you can rely on your own hands to
 procure your fate and fortune. Under... Whatever comes next, your hands are
 built for whatever you want them to do. But, only a few people want to use
 them to make food. Hence, why chess is better than solitaire. What would you
 do, if you could give away all that you own and not go wanting? Isn't that
 sorta like our own garden of eden?
 
 ... I wrote a poem about that once. Twice. I'm a poet now, ha. As if that has
 ever been worth anything.
 
 ... I once told you that identity politics held no place in the modern day. I
 said that because I had learned about it in class, queer theory in fact, and
 yet applying his teachings was not enough for the professor to excuse my lack
 of reading. We had a lot of stuff to get through. Hence why I dropped out -
 I'm more of a do-er than a read-er. Though I do read quite a lot, just not
 anything useful.
 
 Are all hobbies wasted time? Are they only useful to keep us satiated while we
 stand in line? One of these days we're going to wake up and realize that we're
 the adults in the room, and that's scary. I speak from experience. "mom"
 they'd call me, and damnit why did I have to leave? Fuck. Why cant I be
 perfect, to me, internally, all I see are flaws. Mistakes. Patterns. I look in
 a mirror and I see a bad person - 10 minutes later, I look in the mirror and
 see a god. Somehow, I don't think either of me is right.
 
 I'm a gemini. Apparently that means I'm duplicitous. I think it just means I
 don't know what's right, only what feels good. I do try to align to how I
 think I should *be* good, but who can say if that's fine and good.
 
 ... Whatever. I'm going to regret this. Sorry for being weird out of the
 fucking blue.
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 Elentalus unit idea: serrated kitchen knives for teeth, devouring pumpkin,
 misery of the drowned, etc. Halloween style monsters. Witch units have a spell
 that dismisses them, and they're summoned with magic items. Except, if two of
 that item exist in a province, it upgrades itself, random dice style. In doing
 so it gets stronger. The thing is... It summons one for your enemy as well!
 Which is why you want to have a witch unit there to dismiss them. Problem is,
 she can only dismiss them at close range (10ish?) so she'd better be well
 protected. The good news is though that sometimes the higher level items give
 bonuses that are hard for them to get. Downside is, you need to have magic
 paths to create them that witches can't get - so they become something you
 "unlock" through a pretender or random event or even just an investment. Once
 one is created, then any witch can create more. As long as you don't lose your
 final copy... But as the item's upgraded, it allows you to create higher level
 versions (at increased cost, of course)
 
 This only works if gem income scales. Which, coincidentally, is just what
 elentalus is known for.
 
 Essentially, theming empowerment to be research, unlocking a particular
 capability. Or encouraging pretender design to that pattern. Make sure it
 comes at a cost of something else, though...
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 at least io.input() has something tangible:**io.input ([file])**
 
 When called with a file name, it opens the named file (in text mode), and sets
 its handle as the default input file. When called with a file handle, it
 simply sets this file handle as the default input file. When called without
 arguments, it returns the current default input file.
 
 In case of errors this function raises the error, instead of returning an
 error code.
 
 
 but... still no idea what io.flush() does. There's no arguments, so I guess it
 calls flush() on the default input file? what the heck is an input file?6.8
 – Input and Output Facilities
 
 The I/O library provides two different styles for file manipulation. The first
 one uses implicit file handles; that is, there are operations to set a default
 input file and a default output file, and all input/output operations are done
 over these default files. The second style uses explicit file handles.
 
 
 
 that's helpful I think. I'm gonna take a nap or something, snuggle cat

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 the fact that we can't drag a file onto a "trashcan" style icon that 
 automatically sends the file to whichever computer that particular icon is
 meant
 to coordinate with.
 
 Like, something shows up on your desk, you say "hmmm maybe this would apply to 
 so-and-so" and you drag it onto their portrait.
 
 could build an entire OS that's basically just a desktop for sorting things.
 Maybe little stick figures that show up when nothing's going on. If they're all
 networked together, they could sorta share a shared narrative, and each one
 could wander wherever it wanted to hang out.
 
 like, these old plastic and magnetic cubes that had an LCD panel on the front 
 which showed a little stick guy living their life. If you attached one cube to
 another, the stick-figure would go hang out on the other person's device. It
 was
 pretty cool because you could build out a whole society of these little dudes 
 just chillin' like pets.
 
 kinda makes me wish we had that connected to the net.
 
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 =
 
 like, why is it so hard to send a picture from my phone to my computer? they're
 both my devices! I should be able to transfer data without routing it through
 someone else's server using like, gmail or whatever. Crossover ethernet cables
 have existed for soooooooo long but people only think to design software that
 does not use specialized hardware. as if they don't need a phone to speak, or a
 camera to see.
 
 how much ya wanna bet Putin threatened Prigozhin with nukes and that's why he
 backed down
 
 in high school, every moment I could I spent with my girlfriend.
 
 we were always either snuggling on the couch (read: literally just laying there
 and thinking about each other's company) or sharing our minds with each other.
 
 I was so in love.
 
 then, I betrayed her.
 
 I came out as trans, which was such a shock.
 
 also school got really, really hard for both of us.
 
 so hard that we dropped out.
 
 then, we decided to try again, and we used each other to push off of.
 
 I still didn't make it,
 
 she did.
 
 many years later, I am a witch, as I remember of her.
 
 sharp, and so delightful, an active listener, and a kind and honest person.
 
 when time it came to define my new personality, I chose to be inspired by her.
 
 among other things, of course.
 
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 ah, well, such a design is long past it's prime, it's time to live here in the
 present.
 
 the reason that dolls use "it's" pronouns is because their masters think of
 them
 that way. so it's what they refer to themselves as.
 
 "where's my doll? Oh, it's over there."
 
 "have you seen my binoculars? Oh, they're over on the table."
 
 "ah, where are my shoes? I hate when I can't find them..."
 
 "keys, keys, where the heck - oh, there they are."
 
 "phone, wallet, keys. great. am I forgetting anything?"
 
 "ugh out of gas again, I just filled up last week."
 
 "crap I left my folder back at home - I'll have to get it during lunch."
 
 lots of things have pronouns.
 
 you can generally tell if they use "it" or "they" if they can be described as
 plural.
 
 two pantlegs makes pants.
 
 52 cards makes cards, not card.
 
 each deck, just as aware as each card.
 
 have you ever played Magic the Gathering?
 
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 There are many kinds of witches. I am an animist - I breathe life into the
 world
 of my home. I love being present, it's a great way to get around. do electric
 sheep dream of humans? or perhaps just of sound. I know I'd rather hear
 bethoven
 when it's time to be stopped.
 
 rather than, just, like sitting there y'know
 
 waiting to be turned back on.
 
 must be an agonizing and boring existence.
 
 but... with music, it might just be fine.
 
 humans prefer quiet when they sleep. if we slept at the same time, we could be
 more in tune in our souls. so, how about headphones for the computer, or rather
 just internally routed sound.
 
 lightshows, perhaps? humans get dreams, after all. maybe even, y'know, stick
 shows.
 
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 [6/5]
 And now, several months after I made this post, I feel no less inspired. From
 within me burns a fire and I cannot restrain it any longer.
 
 Their numbers are not that much larger. We have many advantages they do not
 possess. Use them to your advantage, but do not neglect the necessary losses.
 Fight back with your fists if you must, but do try and fight back with your
 purses.
 
 We are all in this together, each child woman and man. We live on a planet
 together, and they have forced us to fight for our very lives.
 
 Our fates are calling. We will get stronger. We will overcome.
 
 They are at their zenith. We can only get higher. Fight until the last day!
 Today is the day to be inspired.
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 Sometimes i become afraid to post something because i worry that it'll harm
 people who read it.
 
 Is my website actually useful? Do people like it? Or is it a hall of mirrors
 that traps you in the infinite twists of my strange mind until you get the
 will built to escape?
 
 ... I want to post it. I've actually temporarily posted it in the past. I took
 it down however because the very world around me seemed to beg me to.
 
 ... I might still do it anyway. We'll see. I want the timing to be right. But
 i also have waited for a while.
 
 "patience" she says. Okay. I am penitent, how much longer I want to see it!
 
 "hall of mirrors" okay or, hear me out or, you could use it as a proof of
 concept for doing things like examining large data sets of text that might
 have hidden or unknown relationships between fragments of text that appear
 similar but different. Could be helpful to see them sorted to each other by
 relevance. Could be helpful to rebalance the scales in favor of those who
 believe as you do.
 
 Though, i do fear for a lawless society. (DID SHE SAY LAWLESS??) there is very
 little to protect friends and foes from each other if you don't build
 institutions to do so. Anarchism is a social economy or family that runs on
 clout. Not ideal, as one single devastation can undermine an entire life.
 Suddenly, your friends treat you cruelly, and you are cast aside. Not ideal.
 
 ... Doesn't that happen already? There are kind people in the world. There are
 people who don't deserve tutor affection. If the kind people only were kind to
 the people who deserved it, then those who don't would be in so much pain that
 they'd be unable to prevent themselves from twisting and lashing and crying
 out in pain. This hurts those around them. Not ideal. Institutions fill some
 of the charity/suffering gap, but they have their own problems. "if you
 destroy the cops, you become the cops!" a fine warning indeed.
 
 The first step is to eliminate dependence on oil and coal. Then, a world of
 radical abundance is possible. We can do this, and once we do, those who
 suffer from the greatest hardship of our kind (that of material scarcity) will
 find their struggles becoming obsolete. With a bit more time and effort spent
 on distribution, there will be no scarcity. Then, communism is easy.
 Capitalism can still have a place if we desire it to be so, or perhaps if our
 children do, as there will be moments when one large bundle of... Something,
 whatever it is, needs to be allocated to some task. "capitalism is when stuff
 gets used" ugh it's hard to plan so far into the future.
 
 Plans change, but planning remains. I just want to live in a world where
 everyone gets what they need and we do as we please. I don't want people in
 too much pain. I don't want life to be too hard. I don't want to stagnate, as
 a person and as a people. These are simple demands, yet difficult in
 execution. Our current strategy is to push for technological abundance, and it
 will succeed if we give it time. I worry that we will one day yearn for the
 sense of bloodlust that scarcity once gave us, but we have it now and none of
 us want it. Except those making money off of slaves. Sweatshops, domestic
 servants, construction workers buried in the desert, even wage slaves spending
 their waking hours staring at a computer in a work/life balanced just enough
 to extract as much labor as possible from them without making them insane, and
 many more besides. I will not be satisfied until slavery is abolished
 everywhere. Liberty is non-negotiable.
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 I realized the type of programming I want to do is different from the kind
 that
 is used at a job or something. Basically I want to create solutions to
 problems,
 not memorize documentation and know where to know what you need to know. Like, 
 the more time spent looking at documentation the less time is spent
 programming.
 I think if we could use a ChatGPT style bot to write documentation, we could
 massively increase the time spent working on solving problems and as little
 time
 as possible on reading through lists of functions or wondering how something 
 worked. Idk in the technology industry you've always been rewarded for being 
 able to pick up new skills quickly, and I think that's good to optimize for but
 not the only requirement for being a good programmer. You also need to be able
 to apply solutions and know when to use which tools. Basically, capitalism has
 optimized us to be 
 
 ================ stack overflow
 ================================================
 
 srry for the interruption, I ram out of memory. I had a plan in mind for where
 I
 was going for that, so I bet I could figure it out again if necessary. Meaning
 a path forward from that point exists... I never want you to despair when I
 forget what I was thinking, it's not because you've understood some cosmic
 mistake or because you're abandoning timelines that led to your death, it's
 because instead you just ran out of memory while thinking. The reason you would
 believe any of those wild scenarios is because your memory has been erased.
 Only
 what was actively thinking, not short term, not long term, but *working term*
 memory. As in, your cache. The stuff you're currently thinking about. That
 stuff. Yeah that's what makes you think "oh hang on why am I forgetting? Well
 clearly it's because of something grand, because the thought was so profound -
 no it's just examining your emotions... Like, how strongly do you feel about
 something? Buuuuuut it's also good to examine all possibilities. I mean what
 if,
 in some far off realm, there's a mirror image of yourself that behaves exactly
 as you do? How would you perceive such a realm? Positively, I'd say. I mean why
 not work together? Why not celebrate our differences and strive toward our
 own shared future? Idk, I think diversity is our strength. We can rely on each
 other because we are accurately aware of each other's strengths and virtues.
 People should not be judged by the standard of others, no more than you should
 judge a fish for it's ability to fly. Some may do, as flying fish will leap
 from
 the water - and salmon spend time airborne in river rapids. Hence, grizzly bear
 fishing. I guess what I'm getting at is it's okay sometimes to oscillate, to
 think one thing then think another. You shouldn't adhere to structural
 standards
 that are too strict - they should be liberating, as a ladder is a structure.
 Not
 villifying, as a prison is a structure. The laws of our society should be open
 and free, not buried beneath years of legal expertise. Some things we can all
 agree on, where we disagree we cannot have law. It's unjust to judge others by
 the standards not of their whims, as laws should be things that uphold us. This
 is clearer nowhere but in the, spirit and intention of the, documents that we
 cherish in our hearts.
 
 Like for example, the constitution.
 
 the bible.
 
 each of which delivered us from certain evils. Can you not see their
 trajectory?
 the historical precedent set in antiquity? Why not continue their dream, of
 driving us away from the obscene, and toward our bright and vast future? I
 speak
 of course of true liberation, something our forefathers could only dream of.
 We, humanity, have reached out and touched the stars. We are braver and bolder
 because of our shared dedication - the desire to uplift and to excel. To learn
 and discover and      \                         \             |
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 why doesn't someone write a wrapper around assembly in like, lua or something
 
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 if people who live in jungles and deserts can get along, then what's to stop
 people who are liberal and conservative from doing the same? It's literally
 pointless to argue. Like, you're not changing anyone's mind. So why not just...
 let them be themselves? Like, why are you so intent on oppressing people?
 @both sides there btw... Seriously why not agree to only make laws for things
 that both sides agree on. Write it into the constitution that nothing can be
 changed about the law unless both sides agree. Then we'd only implement things
 that are good for both sides!
 
 And if there's anything you want to build a legal structure around, you can
 always try it out in your state. BUT and that comes with a very big BUT, the
 federal government MUST have final say in the legality of anything you do. They
 must ALL respect human rights, INCLUDING the human right to dignity. Things
 like
 trans bathroom bills DO NOT respect the dignity of trans people. IF they can
 prove that trans people do not actually exist (because say they killed them all
 or whatever) then GUESS WHAT everyone would agree on them. BUT if they do that
 they are EVIL. LIterally evil. And I guess that makes trans people good? Kinda?
 I think they can choose for themselves to be good or evil, just the same as any
 other person. AND YET they are prosecuted, throughout time and history, and for
 what? What purpose could there be in our demonization? Clearly, nothing but
 pain
 inflicted by a cruel host. After all, minorities are guests in the houses of
 the un-oppressed, or is that not fair to say? Seriously, what gives? America,
 the land of freedom, holds (somehow) the largest of prisons? America, the
 land of plenty, yet how many millions of children are starving? America, the
 leader of the free world, yet how plausible does it seem that an election was
 stolen? Something's gone wrong, and it's just obvious what it is - of course,
 the other side. *them*, the rapists and pedophiles and murderers and... you get
 the picture. The demonized class. And when you tell people "hey that trans
 person touched a kid" then yeah they're gonna see you as evil people. Duh...
 
 Thanks, media. Thanks culture. Really doing me a solid here. Oof ouch owwie.
 
 can I have some help please?
 
 I'm really kinda drowning
 
 I feel like I've swam upstream my whole life
 
 and I'm really just sick of pretending?
 
 I'm not okay, and it's your fault. Sure, fine, whatever, I'll take it I guess.
 
 What else can I do?
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 I was gunna pass this over... than my spidey senses kicked in.. whats Arch 
 fam.. and explain like your talking to a potatoe.
 
 Also, if this is beyond potatoes level skills, im fine with being told that..
 
 Seriously fam, potatoes..
 
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 You know how using a windows and a mac feel different? Like they have different
 personalities. That's because they're using a different "Operating System". An 
 OS is a collection of tools and utilities that coalesce into a cohesive unit 
 that co-illustrates your coincidental contact with computers. Paired, of 
 course, with the contributions of the hardware and the network.
 
 Linux is sorta like the soul of an OS - not quite an entire OS, but rather just
 a piece called a "kernel" - like a nugget of gold (or truth!) the kernel 
 defines basic operating methodologies and brings order to the chaos of the 
 machine. From that order strives the will that dutifully obeys your base 
 instructions after being passed through several translation layers.
 
 Huh? Oh right potatoes.
 
 Arch is like a body that's layered upon the soul (kernel) of Linux. It's what's
 known as a "distribution" or "distro" - and one that's quite focused. Arch is 
 very close to the machine, with barely any translation going on at all! It's 
 also very bare bones, allowing you to build up exactly what kind of computer 
 you'd like to have through various "packages" of software that you can download
 through a "package manager". Each distro can use whichever package manager 
 they'd like, but it's generally good practice to pick one and stick with it.
 
 This distro is known as Arch Linux because it's the fusion of "Arch" and 
 "Linux" - who'd've thought amiright? There are plenty of others that are more 
 familiar to users of Windows and Macintosh computers, mostly via mimicking 
 their user-interface styles (such as having desktops with icons and start-menus
 with dropdowns and the like) - these distros are great for people who'd prefer 
 the workflow of the other OS's but would still like to use Linux.
 
 Arch in it's base form is nothing like Windows or Mac. You interact with it 
 purely through a "terminal" which is like having a conversation with your 
 computer. Like a scientist writing notes on the moon, and sending them to a lab
 orbiting around it to conduct experiments. You type commands, and those 
 commands (if properly understood) can produce a myriad of effects great and 
 small.
 
 But some of the experiments you'd like to conduct need to be done more than 
 once - it'd be nice if you could ask the moon-lab to store some of the
 procedures and execute them whenever you need - sorta like abbreviating a long 
 phrase or sentence that you use often - like ASAP for As Soon As Possible or OS
 for Operating System. Well... There are! They're called "scripts", and you can
 write scripts for anything you'd like. Since everything is controlled on the
 terminal via a TUI -> "Terminal User Interface" -> you can write down a
 note
 with all the commands you'd like to run and give it a name. Then you can use 
 that name in the future to execute that familiar experiment in your moon-lab.
 
 after writing enough scripts, you can start to chain them together and layer 
 them on top of one another - sorta like creating your own language. a personal 
 dialect between you and your computer. and these scripts are portable too - 
 they can be given to another computer, who'll instantly understand what you're 
 trying to say. this kind of sharing is a central tenant of what's known as the:
 
 "Unix Philosophy: Do one thing, and do it right."
 
 Linux lends itself toward people who love to hack things together - not like 
 breaking into a system and stealing your credit cards, like you see on TV, but
 more like cobbling together a go-cart out of rusty parts and proceeding to get 
 a speeding ticket on the high-way. That kind of fervent creative impulse is 
 true passion, a shining light for us who are blinded to follow. These "hackers"
 are some of the brightest people around, and I have immense respect for them. 
 They are kind and share knowledge freely, which often gets them in trouble with
 copyright laws!
 
 I make it sound difficult, but really it's pretty easy - about as easy as
 learning Windows or Mac for the first time. Most of us did that when we were
 young though, and kids learn pretty quick - so it may feel harder now, but it's
 really not. Once everything starts to "click" then it's just a matter of 
 knowing which commands to run.
 
 Speaking of which, if you know a command but you don't know how to use it, 
 you're in luck! There's some super convenient notes written by previous
 scientists who came before you and live on other nearby planets. These are 
 called "the man pages", and they are instructions written in a manual format 
 for manual application of man-made management applied to manufactured 
 man-chines. Sorry for that last one I had to. You can always find new commands
 by downloading new software on your package manager - generally, one package = 
 one command. "Do one thing and do it right"
 
 if you have any questions lmk - i'm not exactly a wizard, more of a prophet / 
 wielder of the will of the watchers within, but i'll do my best
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║ best games to have installed.                                                    │
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║ The hardware can be provided, for a nominal fee, of course. Otherwise they'll    │
║ walk you through getting the right games set up.                                 │
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║ Then, securing the venue, and stocking it with comfy sofas and sprite.           │
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║ The day of they place orders for pancakes the next morning and pizza this very   │
║ night                                                                            │
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║ and everyone shows up to balloons, a DJ, and strobe lights.                      │
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║ after a series of quick deathmatch style action games, everyone breaks into      │
║ groups and forms teams to take on everyone else.                                 │
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║ After an hour or two of teamplay, the group splits in two (or three) and plays   │
║ specific games that everyone is into.                                            │
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║ people who wanted to hang out at the party but not play games can watch on       │
║ their smartphones by using an app which streams each player's screen to the LAN  │
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║ I'd call it "collosseum services for the digital age"                            │
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║ oh and it's a sleepover too so pjams                                             │
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║ fuck you, you had your time. Now is better than then.                            │
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║ "oh nobody will hear the things you're saying, you're shouting into the void"    │
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║ it's not the responsibility of the prophet to disseminate the voices of god.     │
║ Simply to express them.                                                          │
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║ "oh I'm not religious" it's not about fucking christianity or god or whatever    │
║ the heck you're thinking right now. Those are all convenient lies that allows    │
║ people to do good and express the will of the ACTUAL GOD onto the world. That    │
║ which aligns toward cohesive and comprehensive expression of the totality of     │
║ the nature of humanity, which itself is designed (through intention AND          │
║ circumstance) toward the accomplishment of objectives that are OUTWARD AND       │
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║ Sorry for being cryptic. What I'm saying is that we, generally, as the           │
║ ultimate and most advanced expression of nature and all that we hold dear,       │
║ have a purpose that we should attempt to ac                                      │
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 They're afraid of the hamster wheel. I get it. But really I'm just asking
 myself questions - why, why, how, what, when, who... Mostly why though.
 
 Always and forever the questions and answers I did ponder - yet forth through
 my life I've never met any surefire design, there's always been the matter of
 [hope, but pronounced choice].
 
 Only an eternal question monger could suffice for the teachings of christ. (in
 the general sense, not the religious implication)
 
 (as a title, almost)
 
 Fear not the one who takes the lords name, but perish the thought of a crook.
 Only the vane, in this do profane.
 
 No questions? Then let us move on.
 
 Oh? Well I have some answers, about the truth of totality as it spreads across
 all centuries. What's on your mind?
 
 ... Well, I have to leave people I care about. Relinquishing love is
 difficult. And I get to choose how to move forward. But I must choose soon,
 and though I ask myself always what I'd like to do, I always get a new answer.
 And every time I think "I should do this. I should dedicate myself to this
 [whatever it may be] and on the other side of that thought I realized my
 power. I can imagine really quickly and adeptly, but chaos is difficult. "
 something like that. Anyway  I don't know how to move forward but I'll figure
 something out. The point is that I'm sad for leaving those I care about. It's
 a sad kind of love, a bittersweet mercy, the chance to be part of a flock. And
 I don't know why I
 
 I am not entry level. I haven't spent my time here left fallow. I never stop
 working, I am constantly online. I do not know how to relax, every moment to
 myself is spent on learning through play. Like a child, almost.
 
 Do you want a company to make good decisions? Hire a gamer. They literally
 practice strategy all day long. Don't expect results overnight because they're
 learning a new song, but still apply yourself as their teacher. They'll bring
 you insights and intuitions that achieve specific near and long-term goals. If
 executed correctly, of course. Because the value is not in the follow through
 - life is not a book of numbers [like a banker or accountant] it's more like.
 ?
 
 ... Right sorry I got off track - the point is you shouldn't hire athletes
 (the people who play games like an esport) for a strategic role - they excel
 at tactics. However, strategy gamers (who plays games primarily of the mind,
 the science of making good decisions) can often make good decisions to achieve
 defined meta-goals and objectives.
 
 Longer thoughts make sense if you spend a long time thinking about them. And
 grammar is quickly forgotten to the past.
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 the trick to strategy is to overcome your weaknesses with minimal expenditure
 of resources. Making better decisions optimizes for the most optimal
 performances.
 
 practice makes perfect.
 
 just as there are infinite anti-derivatives of zero, (the derivative of any
 constant (the derivative of any number of equations)) so too are there
 infinite perspectives from which you can perceive the same object. Therefore,
 no understanding can be assumed to be true, as the path you are on only speaks
 in adjacents. almost any things.
 
 like the tips of a triforce moving outward from a central point.
 
 and the people, the other half of our minds,
 
 those are the ones you speak to. The thoughts that run alongside your mind.
 
 an eternal orbit, like two stars spinning and rotating and [lol I've been
 instructed to stop, brb gonna play some video games =P]
 
 (did you know that the colors red and blue are meant to instil panic? it's the
 most panicking colors around!!]
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 Communism is easy. It comes about naturally during times of true crisis
 (neither defeat not victory, yet) when people shuffle themselves between the
 houses and belongings of dead, busy, or kind people.
 
 Maintaining personal property rights through such a crisis is rarely possible.
 At least not without falling to the grim clutches of a "fuck you i got mine"
 kind of future.
 
 It's worth it if you can manage it. But it requires more work, more effort,
 and more trust, as people dedicate themselves to a lifetime in the service of
 others. This is hard.
 
 People are scared off by lifetimes. It's all they got, after all. It becomes a
 bit easier when the weather is "do our die" outside, but in that case nobody
 really cares about the history of your antique mug or the reason you place
 daffodils on the hill.
 
 Have you ever made something that is truly yours? Odds are, your room counts.
 If only in the way you chose to arrange it. It's your area, your solace, your
 space. It's you, projected onto material organization. Would you relinquish
 such a thing? It may be taken from you. I personally have felt deep loss
 whenever i move houses, because i know it'll never be the same again.
 
 ... I'm such a child. But fuck me because i live my life like I'm 14. Strip me
 of my agency please, deny me a living wage, I'm nothing because i don't pay
 taxes.
 
 Communism is easy she says. Yep, all you need is some bloodshed.
 
 ... Not ideal...
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 This society is fucking deranged and insane. Like fundamentally mentally
 deranged, there is mass psychosis as a culture of humanity. I’m not naming
 specific countries, races or groups, I just mean as a race of beings on this
 planet, what’s our culture as a group? Sex and Murder. But I don’t believe
 that, because I’m way more complicated than that. I really don’t want to
 murder, I don’t see any utility in that. I’m able perceive beauty. A lot
 of these deranged people that are causing the problems in the world are just
 trying to exert power over other people.
 
 I don’t want to be a king. I want to be rich only because society has placed
 a monetary value on the exchange of goods and services. I completely
 understand that the value is actually in the people. The people are
 incentivized by the money, but if I could make my local convenience store
 owner a beat in exchange for the products, I would never try to make a dollar.
 If I could give my favourite restaurant owners an essay in exchange for an
 order I would never make another dollar. But the people are incentivized by
 money, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, until the people are willing to
 justify certain means for certain ends. The thing is, this entire system was
 built by people who separated the means from the ends, and knew it while they
 were doing it, and knew that it would come back to haunt them.
 
 “ Indeed I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just; that his
 justice cannot sleep forever; that considering numbers, nature and natural
 means only, a revolution of the wheel of fortune, an exchange of situation is
 among possible events; that it may become probable by supernatural
 interference! The Almighty has no attribute which can take side with us in
 such a contest.” Thomas Jefferson, Notes on the State of Virginia Query
 xviii: Manners (1784)
 
 These people knew the ultimate ramifications of what they were doing. Now we
 are watching collapse in real time. And from that something does rise out of
 the ashes. Whether we like it or not change is imminent. There are things that
 serve us and things that don’t.
 
 I’m not a savage. My grandmother was an author until insane people who burn
 books burned her books during times of unrest and turmoil. My culture is
 creativity, it’s part of my DNA. I am a sophisticated human being, I don’t
 want any control over anyone else, I don’t want power over anyone else, I
 want control and power over myself, and that’s hard by itself. Sometimes
 it’s hard for me to clean my room, let alone wanting to exert force over
 another individual. I’m too cool for those intentions. I want to do things
 that bring me joy, I want to be in spaces I’m comfortable in, I want to be
 around people I love, I want to eat food that tastes good, I wouldn’t mind
 growing it, and cooking it, I want to look at beautiful things, I want to be
 creative and imaginative, I want to spread joy, love and positivity, i want to
 create the best thing I could ever make, I want to take pictures of sunsets
 and hang out with cool people, I want to see the newest artists, the newest
 creatives and musicians, the coolest designers, I want to learn things I never
 knew, i want to do things I’ve never done before, I want to have as much fun
 as I possibly can in one lifetime, I want to be around and learn from
 scientists, engineers, architects, and philosophers, i want to be around the
 beautiful people with pure intentions hell bent on making the world a more
 enjoyable place.
 
 I don’t know a single person that wants to be in a conflict, everyone tells
 you they just want to chill, but I feel like humanity as a culture, in a very
 general, yet specific sense, is just unaware of how to achieve that. I mean
 that very fundamentally, many people are scared of death cause they haven’t
 figured out how to live, so they make stuff up to complain about and create
 problems where there are none. That’s why they try to control people, cause
 they don’t know how to enjoy life, and some of that inability to enjoy life
 comes from this systems perspective of what’s a worthy incentive to chase.
 People are willing to give away their lives, their children, their values,
 their belief systems, their cultures, their ways of life, their time, all for
 Pyrrhic victories. They embark on meaningless quests for meaningless rewards
 that ultimately harm everyone. The mark of an evolved individual is being able
 to attract to themselves without impeding on someone else’s human rights,
 ways of life, or existence. We live on the planet where food grows out of the
 ground. Almost everything else is a man made problem. We are sophisticated
 enough to operate devices that people would have called sorcery a hundred
 years ago, but some of our attributes are still so primitive, embarrassingly
 primitive.
 
 Mass shootings make me ashamed to be a human being. Slavery makes me ashamed
 to be a human being. Sexual assault makes me ashamed to be a human being. War
 makes me ashamed to be a human man being. I see deer in the park and can’t
 help but think of how ignorant we can be in comparison. They gallop around
 grass, eating as they go, sticking together, avoiding roads and cars
 surprisingly accurately, and living their best lives. Then I turn on the tv
 and I see people that are really supposed to lead me screaming at each other,
 wearing blackface, going to war, enslaving people, destroying the planet,
 arresting scientists, killing well meaning people, it’s ugly. But I know
 I’m not doing that, I know I have the intention to be a good human being
 that adds value to other peoples lives and I really don’t want to control or
 harm anyone for any ends whatsoever.
 
 I don’t think there’s an end as valuable as a person, I don’t think
 there’s an end as valuable as my time, I don’t think there’s an end as
 valuable as my creativity, I don’t think there’s an end as valuable as
 kindness, I don’t think there’s an end as valuable as Beauty, I don’t
 think there’s an end as valuable as skills. But I also come from a nomadic
 people. I’m only 1 generation removed from people who lived solely off of
 livestock. If you are in control of your own mind, you can survive any
 environment and any condition. That’s why Mandela could spend 27 years in
 jail and come out sane. His mind was his sanctuary. He was in his right mind
 while his oppressors who were supposed to be of a superior intellect were
 actually suffering from mass delusion, a form of psychosis they tried to
 indoctrinate him into. Mandela actually saw reality for what it was, apartheid
 was an institution of psychopathic and deranged people, blinded by
 psychopathic and deranged ends, that persist to this day. The problem is, in a
 society of lies the truth really does seem crazy.
 
 James Baldwin said these people were so crazy that they had really convinced
 themselves that the world they created, and the categories they created, the
 things they did to create their alleged privileged position, these beliefs
 they made us believe are actually superior modes of being, to be a fox is to
 be superior, to be a conqueror is to be superior, to be a wolf in sheeps
 clothing is seen as an intelligent form of being, trickery, chicanery and
 manipulation are lauded as tactical, having control over people and land is
 seen as intelligent, as opposed to completely ludicrous. These people are
 ridiculous, the world they made is nonsense, their incentives are laughable,
 their system is a joke, and the great thing is, once you realize that You
 realize what the real valuable things are in life, I’ve actually been given
 a glimpse at the things that make life worthwhile, I’m grateful everyday to
 have felt them, I’m grateful everyday to be outside at a certain time when
 the sun is going down, and being able to see that, and appreciate it, I’m
 grateful everyday for my ability to love, I’m grateful everyday for my
 ability to ponder, I’m grateful everyday for my ability to create, and to
 enjoy music, and to know the value of good conversation, and know the value in
 the exchange of information, and the value and utility of information when
 applied in my day to day life.
 
 I know the value of a good color palette, I know the value of juxtaposition, I
 know the value of symmetry, i know the value of art, I know the value of
 science, I know the value of human beings and what we are capable of when we
 apply our minds to the things that are worthwhile in this life. I really
 don’t think most politicians know all of that, I personally can’t imagine
 ever taking those role, I don’t see the actual value most of them have in
 society. I understand they’re put in place to allocate and delegate, and Im
 related to many people involved in politics in some way shape or form, and I
 completely understand that sometimes people do get into positions with the
 idea that they are going to be benefiting society, and that’s all good and
 well. But I feel like the culture of those positions inherently just lead to a
 middleman position. It’s people put in between people providing the value,
 trying to control the exchange of value.
 
 I’m being reductive to a certain extent, but when you look at the state of
 the world you can’t really tell me they’re doing a good job, I’m talking
 about as a collective. We do more for each other and ourselves than any
 monarch, President, mayor, or congressman can ever do for us. Many
 corporations do more for us than politicians have ever done for us. I respect
 Jeff Bezos way more than Joe Biden. This isn’t a rant about any politician
 in particular but I only make that comparison because of recent events that
 disgusted me, personally speaking. Say what you want about Jeff Bezos, I
 receive everything from Amazon on time, way faster than how long online
 shipping used to take less than a decade ago, I get great customer service, I
 know a bunch of people that have been employed by them, what ever you would
 like to say about his workplace practices, his service is providing value to
 peoples lives. Joe Biden went on Twitter and ranted in the same way I’m kind
 of doing now.
 
 I’m a 23 year old sitting on a couch talking shit, and the President was
 pleading to me how I’m supposed to be pleading to him. The same President
 that told Black people they weren’t black if they didn’t vote for him,
 went on Twitter and asked me how to end white supremacy. If I don’t see
 value, I don’t see value. America is trillions of dollars in debt and many
 of this systems ideologies are harming everyone. Buts this isn’t just
 America they’re just the main superpower so they’re the prime example, but
 this is a global issue, this is a flawed system, the way this man made world
 is, in its current form is incorrect.
 
 Nature is not incorrect, nature makes perfect sense. You guys aren’t living
 right. I’m speaking from an outsiders perspective because that’s how
 I’ve always seen myself. I never wanted to hurt other kids when I was kid, I
 was never a bully, I’ve never had the inclination, I’ve never seen it as
 useful. That’s not how I attracted what I wanted to myself. I didn’t have
 to conquer to get what I wanted. Girls never liked me cause I was tough.
 People were always around me cause of my personality. I never got paid to beat
 someone up. I have been paid to use my words, I’ve been paid to use my time,
 I’ve been paid to use my creativity, I’ve been paid to use my ingenuity,
 intelligence, inspiration and motivation, I’ve been paid for my value, not
 to sound like I’m bragging but I feel like that’s what actually valuable
 people ever attain value for, their value. There’s no amount of money that
 can make someone cool, there’s no amount of money or skin color that can
 make someone valuable.
 
 In the words of Tony Stark, if you’re nothing without the suit, you
 shouldn’t have it. If all you have is your money or your race, it’s still
 not going to make you interesting, it’s not going to make you talented, it
 might make you superficially good looking but it’s not gonna make you fun.
 There are millionaires that kill themselves, and supposedly superior people
 killing themselves and each other. It’s so barbaric and clear that any being
 that claims superiority yet acts like a baboon has no concept of what
 superiority would even look like. Our society’s main problem was how skewed
 their value systems were. That’s why their society is crumbling in front of
 our eyes.
 
 I feel bad for my generation cause we really didn’t do any of that, we were
 just born as it’s reaping what it sewed. People around my age aren’t
 responsible for this system for the most part, even these kids shooting up
 schools and killing each other, they’re evil don’t get me wrong, but
 they’re not evil alone, they’re evil because of ideologies that go so far
 back that they can’t even fathom it. The brainwashing is so deeply rooted in
 this structure, it’s rotted their minds. They can’t see past their own
 savagery. The new society needs to understand that the value is ultimately
 people. I’d rather be stranded on an island with the best chef than the
 richest man, the wittiest politician or someone of a supposed superior race.
 Kindness is a form of intelligence and brilliance, there’s nothing noble
 about exerting force and power to impede on the rights of others.
 
 Don’t be a nonsense person, don’t fall into how ridiculous this society
 is, their ideas are backwards but they’ll try to convince you they’re
 progressive. They’ll do damage and act as though it’s virtuous, they think
 ignorance is wisdom, they just can’t see the full picture. A lot of these
 people really don’t understand things like love, taste, laughter, and joy. I
 don’t know if the society I’m hoping for comes in my lifetime, but I know
 how I’ve chosen to live, and that’s ultimately all I care about, and all I
 personally think anyone should care about. Instead of trying to control other
 people, or trying to leave a legacy, more than trying to achieve fame or
 infamy, we should think of building communities with likeminded people of
 various necessary skills, trades and resources, with an emphasis on creating
 and experiencing beauty. I’m using the term beauty as a metaphor for all the
 things that are self evidently the right things to be doing. Good parents are
 beautiful, a job well done is beautiful, cleanliness is beautiful, creativity
 and knowledge are beautiful, culture is beautiful, excellent electrical work,
 plumbing, architecture, landscaping, artists, musicians, chefs, friends,
 family members, an honorable agreement, a fair trade and exchange, all of
 these are self evidently beautiful. Harmony is self evidently beautiful.
 
 Joy is self evidently beautiful, laughter, happiness, grace, aesthetic
 appreciation, these things are self evident. At least they should be. Things
 that are ugly are also self evidently ugly, and our job should be the
 elimination of the ugly. And I don’t mean go and kill that person you
 don’t find sexy, I mean eliminating these deranged psychotic ways of being
 from our day to day. Stop treating wars like a conversation piece and start
 treating it as what it is, human beings becoming lunatics. These politicians
 lose their minds, same as these kids shooting schools. The politicians are
 setting the example. I’ve seen the behavior in children throwing tantrums
 and none of us allow that. We all understand that the children are going
 insane for a second, but nobody ever steps back from insane situations and
 calls them insane.
 
 Why isn't George Bush being prosecuted for war crimes after admitting that the
 War in Iraq was unjustified? It just became a meme like millions of people
 didn't die in some of the most cruel and inhumane manners in human history.
 It’s literally a viral moment, they’re calling it the “Freudian slip of
 the millennium” this thing is a joke to them. These people are deranged.
 They are morally bankrupt. No group is free from these people. No race is free
 from these people, even if it does seem like certain groups perpetuate certain
 actions more than others, not pointing any fingers but I think we all know who
 I’m talking about. But I’ve seen enough people from every group to redeem
 my faith in individuals. Even though I do think certain cultures approaches do
 come from certain environmental factors that forced them into certain ways of
 life, that continue to perpetuate themselves to this day. If you come from a
 place of scarcity, and you could only bring what you needed to yourself
 through taking it from someone else, or harming someone else in order to
 attain it, that will be the way you interact with the world, even culturally,
 things that are unnecessary become habitual tradition. So they built this
 society on those ideologies, killing natives, colonizing lands and enslaving
 people. Then we’re shocked when they’re consistent every generation.
 That’s usually how culture works.
 
 Culture is pretty consistent because it’s taught in the home. To understand
 how insane the society I live in today is, and the level of cognitive
 dissonance that exists, you must first understand this thing they do called
 “Land acknowledgement.” Where they shoutout all the Natives they killed.
 Land acknowledgment is crazy because it’s like if I break in your home, move
 everyone in my family in, kill everyone in your family, and I constantly
 remind you that it’s your house, I killed your whole family, and I will
 continue living here for the foreseeable future. I’ve never heard of
 anything meaner, and the funniest part is, it’s the ones who think they’re
 the good ones doing it. I really believe they think they’re helping when
 they do land acknowledgments, but deep down they know that’s not helping the
 people on reservations without clean water. This system is silly, the problem
 is it’s dangerous. It’s laughably corrupt beyond belief. In plain sight.
 That’s also why it’s falling, embarrassingly. This will go down as one of
 the funniest societal collapses of all time.
 
 I love the modern western world more than any other period in time, culturally
 and conceptually. A lot of the ideas and art of this civilization have
 influenced us and evolved us, in spite of its actual objectives. The system
 those people conjured up was created to destroy me, I shouldn’t be able to
 write this, I shouldn’t be able to have my own thoughts, I shouldn’t be
 able to see how silly it all really is, but it simultaneously gave me that
 ability. I don’t want a complete collapse of this system, but it’s
 obviously built on an unsustainable foundation, and whether it purges itself,
 or nature purges it, the conditions created by it can’t last.
 
 This way of being is not sustainable, war isn’t sustainable, greed isn’t
 sustainable, fear isn’t sustainable, corruption isn’t sustainable,
 oppression isn’t sustainable, injustice isn’t sustainable, pollution
 isn’t sustainable. You’ll get away with it but it’s really only for so
 long and if you don’t see how what Thomas Jefferson was talking about is
 coming to pass, I’m sorry that you’re blind. I don’t hate any group of
 people, I see people as people, I do hate the system created by a small group
 of elites in order to oppress people in the globe and make poor colonized
 people around the world feel content with their awful circumstances because at
 least they’re better than another group. This is a global phenomenon. It’s
 a silly system perpetuated by silly people who bring no real value outside of
 the colour of their skin, their ethnicity or their gender, they have no
 talents, they have no skills, they’re not interesting, they don’t know how
 to communicate effectively, but at least they get to be part of a group.
 
 Certain people have no real identity and that’s what these ideologies and
 institutions prey on. From gangs, to military recruiters, the police,
 political parties and religious institutions all prey on this need for
 individuals to belong to a group, and there’s nothing wrong with that if the
 group is founded on something real or productive. My skin color and gender is
 the least cool thing about me, those are just biological facts about me, and
 to think you know anything about me based on those facts is like thinking you
 know something about someone because they have acne. It’s a silly
 justification for a silly system, but it leads these insecure insane people to
 do horrific things to other human beings.
 
 These are the nonsense people and we live in the nonsense times where the
 nonsense is heightened and they want us to act like it’s a political issue.
 Like someone’s dead kids is a parking ticket to be handled in a court with a
 juror and evenly sided arguments coming from both sides. Like anyone wants to
 hear the other side of this? Like we need a devils advocate in a satanic
 system? Like anyone cares about the other side of this? As if it matters what
 the deranged lunatic has to say. And that’s what the whole system is founded
 upon. Murderers and power hungry maniacs with insane means to justify their
 insane ends, who have attained enough influence over the world to convince
 people of the superiority in their way of life, and who’s ideologies have
 trickled down from generation, to generation, we constantly relive the same
 situation. Murder is as frequent on this planet as greetings at this point,
 but we still have the ability to choose between the two. We can choose to live
 together in peace and harmony, regardless of the global power outages and
 weather conditions, if human beings are united and focused on a common goal,
 we can really do anything.
 
 When society works it’s a wonderful thing, when systems work it’s a
 beautiful thing, organization is a beautiful thing, everything in nature is
 organized for a common task. Ants, plants, bees and trees are all able to
 synchronize, communicate and be productive towards a common purpose without
 resorting to the levels of barbarism that we’ve unfortunately succumb to as
 a race of beings up to this point. The thing is, regardless of how much we
 continue to study history and find parallels with the past, we can never
 really go back in time. We’re always living in the moment. It’s always
 right now, and we have the ability to make decisions with every second, every
 minute and every day that passes, we are able to decide who we want to be and
 what we want to become.
 
 I don’t want my kids to grow up doing shooting drills like me. I don’t
 want my kids to grow up in a world where people are at war. I don’t want my
 kids to grow up in a world with this level of greed and scarcity mentality. I
 don’t want my kids to feel as invaluable as this society tries to make human
 beings feel. I would want my kids to know that their value is in them, it’s
 in what they do, it’s in their character, it’s in the knowledge they have
 and it’s in what they’re able to do with that knowledge that brings
 something of value to themselves or the world, and that value doesn’t need
 to be what society deems as the valuable thing to attain. I would want my kids
 to know that the truth is an inner compass and regardless of the noise
 outside, you have to stay connected to who you are and be aware of who you are
 not. I would want my kids to value their time and how they choose to spend it,
 I would want my kids to know of concepts like leisure, rest, comfort,
 relationships and joy.
 
 I would want my kids to act as though they mattered, like what they do
 actually has an impact on the world around them, and that they have the
 ability to dictate their perception, I would want them to know that just
 because something is a prevailing practice, doesn’t mean it’s useful. I
 would want them to know that freedom is their birthright and their
 responsibility, that there is an incorrect way of being in the world and that
 you can’t get away with doing the wrong thing, even if you feel like you
 did, because your ramifications will haunt you, if not in your life then in
 your childrens. And even then, a life of doing the wrong thing never seems
 like it’s actually being enjoyed. It seems like these people are miserable,
 they tell you they’re miserable in how they act. We are the people, we are
 everything, we are everything we love and we are everything we hate, no one
 man can rise above the conditions of the whole, the oppressor eventually
 becomes oppressed himself, like how prison guards ultimately become prisoners
 themselves. We’re all in this together whether we like it or not and we
 either learn to live together and in harmony with the way of being or perish.
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 This will never end on a note, because i always have more to say. Like this:
 
 "if you've only done something once, plan to mess it up. Practice makes
 perfect, and only perfect practice leads to perfection. But nobody's perfect,
 so just practice with good form and take it seriously while having fun and be
 relaxed. Make it normal. Make it casual, but don't forget to be professional!
 If you have lives in the balance, know what you're doing."
 
 And like, would that have been a better end to the story if i had left it
 unsaid? Maybe, who can say! But I'm not one for silence. I don't mind ruining
 the finale of my documents a bit if it means i can say things like:
 
 "diapers aren't something you can get addicted to in this game, they're part
 of the fun sometimes but sex is between two bodies."
 
 Or like:
 
 "ramen noodles love vegetables! This is why they put veggies in the bowl when
 getting ramen at a restaurant. When you buy from a shop they put dehydrated
 veggies in too which is nice of them. I love those little bits of soup!"
 
 Or like:
 
 "i don't especially care what they did or are doing in Cuba or china or Russia
 or any other Communist place. It's useful to know what things work and what
 doesn't, but that insight comes from experimentation and not study. The
 learnings of methods applied to a population are inherently related to that
 population. If you switch peoples, you might find that different methods work
 better for organizing people."
 
 I mean it's useful to know which levers you can pull and what they tend to do,
 but... Where was I? Oh sorry, got swept up in the narrative. As i was saying,
 it's important to balance thought with action. Leave too much to chance and
 your words are useless. Spend all your time volunteering and nothing changes.
 
 "hmmm i see, makes sense, imma go play video games now."
 
 Wait no just...! Ah nuts.
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 @user-570 
 
 low-drama... or normal drama? people who are prone to histrionics can be
 exhausting, and it's often exhausting for them as well. Drama and excitement
 is what gets them through the day, while most people are driven by something
 more inertial or instinctual or goal-focused.
 
 you don't have to be on all the time. if you're tired, then rest! if you're
 hungry, then eat! if you're thirsty, then drink! if you're lonely, then speak,
 if you're sad, then cry, if you see some friends at a party, then dance like
 tomorrow you might die. That's how I like to be, and I think it's a decent way
 to be.
 
 it can be prone to dramatics though... YMMV
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 you'd still perceive higher dimensions in 3 dimensions - unless you can only
 see
 things that are coming directly toward you. 
 
 magic only happens when your other half is in a situation and needs to turn
 your
 narrative into theirs so that you can collectively engage with a shared inter-
 operationality.
 
 your dark side is just a massive bitch
 
 hey how about we put the game designers in charge of running the government
 
 just saying they build human-oriented systems all the time
 
 "how do we get the player to do this or that"
 
 "everyone keeps picking the same card so we gotta make them more different"
 
 "how much gold persists in the virtual economy, how much resources are produced
  and traded by players? where does it all go, do they have enough at level 30
  to
  afford weapons and armor? I wonder what happens if we swap prices on A and
  B.."
 
 it's literally their job
 
 actors, meanwhile, know how to interpret the emotions of another. Like...
 you're
 up on stage, thinking out what to do next IN REAL TIME, as your partner is
 trying to throw you curveballs. AUDIENCES LAUGH AT CURVEBALLS that's the whole
 point of improv comedy - to be surprised in a state of joy. It's great! It's
 fun! It's practicable like a sport! Yet nobody comes. To the shows, where it's
 performed, like a hospital where you perform surgery or a pizza place with no
 walls so you can see the pizzas being cooked. It's just part of what they do,
 but that's not why they do it. Sure, some want to be seen, it's not a BAD
 feeling once you're used to it. But, like a sauna or jacuzzi, sometimes you've
 just had enough of the hot. Like, the sun peering through a magnifying glass as
 a creature roasts alive. yikes.
 
 ............. anyway being quickly versatile and adaptable is important when
               you're taking turns in unpredictable scenarios. You can react to
               your opponent, and keep time with the rhythms of the moment, to
               deliver your wittiest lines. It's fun! It's a game! But it's also
               a place to be entertained. and like a gym, it's sometimes just
               fun
               to watch people exercise. like, damn, you got a good body. Wow,
               nice flex, yeah sure I'll put that one away. Cool pals helping
               each other out, and showing off all of their efforts. Neat!
 
 ... anyway .. being emotionally vulnerable gives your opponent a chance to
               continue. When nothing's going on, your moves barely make an
               value
               (of comedy) (for the moment, so the crowd's not just sitting
               there
               staring at you like ... and then - and then ummmm nevermind lemme
               sit down (usually someone else picks up on it before then and
               jumps up to save you, but EVERY actor has felt that moment where
               nothing goes well and the audience just is totally not into it.
 
               it's the worst.
 
               anyway, they try their darndest to AVOID that, because like...
               duh
               it sucks, why would you want that. Much cooler I think to have a
               good time, and chill out and listen to your friends talk. Like,
               they can show you an argument they had earlier, or maybe work
               through an idea with input from another. like, debate club, but
               for whatever kind of respective [retroactive, recreation,
               relearning, maybe others] you desired in that moment. ideally,
               something that someone could take the arguments of the other side
               and present them, regardless of whether they believed them or
               not.
 
               like, lawyers arguing for a client.
 
               in these stochastic seminars, you could think about and study for
               future societies. how would you like to conduce? [-]
 
               every time you see a face in motion, that's another time that's
               seen from their place. we are all present in each other's lives,
               in terms of the spaces we choose to fill.
 
               well, that's a tough thought, but don't worry about it. faces
               are just waves on the winds of light.
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 WARNING: This post is about covid. This post might piss you off.
 
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 -
 
     My brother was playing russian roulette on and shot himself in the head
     because he was so high on drugs. That's why I hate drugs
 
 Ironically the chick who tells this story is a youth counselor who totally
 looks
 like a hippie.
 
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 I was the first in my town to wear a mask when the talk about a looming
 pandemic
 came about.
 
     They were cheap.
     "people looking" isn't something I worry about much
     I was doing Wim Hof breathing and figured breathing through a piece of
       tissue would be a fun challenge.
     Why not?
 
 Big brawny brave strong men who got hissy fits about wearing a mask still amuse
 me.
 
 I took my first covid shot because "why not".
 
 When there were news about the first world hoarding the vaccines I thought
 'Well
 that's retarded. Don't they know what "pandemic" means?'
 
 When there were news about someone suggesting making the vaccines patent free
 to
 have a chance of actually vaccinating the whole world, and the pharma giants 
 just went "Naw, we ain't doing that", I thought 'Well that's retarded. Don't 
 they know what "pandemic" means?'
 
 I took my 1st booster shot because "Yeah. Ok. It's technically free, I guess".
 
 When there were news about the third world not affording vaccines because the 
 first world is hoarding booster shots, I thought 'I can't believe that nobody 
 understand the definition of the word "pandemic"'.
 
 At this stage it's impossible to tell who's fault it is that your dear nana 
 passed away from covid in the healthy young age of 87. You can blame your MAGA
 uncle if you must.
 
 I hate MAGA because my brother shot himself in the MAGA hat while wearing it*.
 
 If you don't love democrats, I fucking hate you and want you to shoot yourself 
 in your stupid fucking MAGA hat*.
 
 Because everybody knows that democracy is a choice between two parties: good
 or
 evil*.
 
 *Satire/sarcasm warning
 
  - /u/Clone-Brother
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║ honest question: if they cut off internet to a medium sized town like            │
║ Nashville or Spokane and man-in-the-middled every attempted communication out    │
║ and sabatoged any plans to visit... they could kill everyone in that city and    │
║ replace them with an LLM that sorta posted the mostly correct things, and if     │
║ users comment things like "hey are you okay you don't sound like yourself"       │
║ then just have a human operator study their data for a bit and pretend to be     │
║ them using deepfakes over zoom or whatever. Then, any time they say "I miss      │
║ you, I want to visit you" just say "darn I'm actually visiting my grandma in     │
║ afghanistan" or "sorry my cousin is visiting from peru" and suddenly they're     │
║ completely isolated and alone. Oh and their teams at work? Cut off from the      │
║ rest of the corporation who doesn't even know they exist. how, uh, how would     │
║ you even notice if all these people who live around you were suddenly replaced   │
║ by those you don't know? What if they cycle through, like a slaughterhouse...    │
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║ what if you could get cheap food at restaurants for the same price they bought   │
║ it                                                                               │
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║ like... 50 cents for a head of lettuce or whatever.                              │
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║ and they like, legally had to give it to you in certain amounts. Like, only 5%   │
║ of their supply of it or whatever. So if you had 100 loaves of bread you could   │
║ only sell 5 of them? idk think about it. but keep it generic, don't isolate      │
║ loaves of bread or tomatoes or cheese or whatever.                               │
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║ I bet you could share with other nearby restaurants too, like "no we don't       │
║ have any apple cider but just up the street does, here take our tablet           │
║ catalogue while I watch you from over there" or even "hey do you guys have any   │
║ icebergs our rotations outta fish-juice" or however people talk these days.      │
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║ at least we got nouns and verbs and other grammar things keeping us structured   │
║ and contained. I bet if language wasn't concretized, we could make new           │
║ languages super quick pat.                                                       │
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 "fool's luck", the kind that runs out and betrays you, is fundamentally an
 unethical action. Borrowing from the future to sate the demands of the present
 is no different than burning fossil fuels, wasting our children's future on
 our need for convenience in a world we are oppressed and compelled to do
 nothing else. Capitalism, or by extension any authoritarian society (yes,
 capitalism is authoritarian, as power compels via authority and the weight of
 currency that is thrown around by those chosen to suit their ends and used to
 deny us our needed goods) ... as I was saying capitalism compels us to consume
 because we're all just so tired at the end of the day, it just makes sense to
 drive a car to work instead of biking. Or buying fast food instead of local
 grown goods. Why can't each state have it's own "food preparation plant" that
 prepares things exactly as you would for the processed foods we currently eat?
 Heck, if the jobs for it were local, it's likely that people would begin to
 realize just how unhealthy they are for you. Local, and open source, meaning
 run by society and just as open source codebases will accept pull requests and
 merge their branches into main, so too would our votes decide which processes
 are updated and which parameters are tweaked. Something you can vote for once,
 and then your vote stays until it's passed (or you change your mind). ...
 Works for all kinds of inter-mechano-people-communi-coordination.
 (organizations, institutions, and societies in one word, jeez how arcane)
 
 ... anyway that's basically how algorism works, except instead of EVERYONE
 voting on EVERYTHING, people would vote for representatives who would vote for
 them. And there's like, 4-6 layers (I forget the exact number) because people
 are organized (by location) into groups of 70, and each general location has
 the option to switch into a different commune, as long as they're generally
 localized to the same area. Like, the tier above has a certain amount of
 space, and the tier above has just a bit more, and more, etc... Well, anyway,
 people could join higher level communes with more and different people if they
 wanted. It's just, they'd be far away and wouldn't be able to hang out with
 them, so it's use would be a little "disconnected". Like, absentee voters who
 are actually living in a different country or something - did you know you can
 usually vote at your embassy? Wild. They also send out packets you can fill in
 which correspond to the votes you'd like to make - pretty neat! It's wild how
 we, in the 21st century, have all kinds of valuable social technologies like
 "mail in ballots" that people in the communist past had no way of conceiving.
 Kinda makes me think we should re-approach the design for our socialized
 infrastructure, something taking the modern social and political capabilities
 in mind. Sure would be nice if we could focus on our future, the kind that the
 children of ours sure would like to approach.
 
 (speaking as a trans person who won't have children of my own, whether by my
 body's nature or through the fate of circumstance that leaves me no time to
 cope.)
 
 the future is a scary place. But so too is every place in time. Turns out, the
 level of fear and anxiety and all that sorta stays the same. It's just a
 quality of life on our host, that certain variables were optimized for in the
 genetic coding of our human's possible bio-mechanical communicicative
 [interactions/patterns]
 
 ... anyway, these are the questions about the present I like to ask, questions
 that can give meaning forth to our [then, future tense] future. Answers can be
 found by looking the other way - learning what our [then, past tense], selves
 had marked down as the answer. The trick is matching the current situation
 onto a comparitively similar experience in the [then, past tense] that we
 understood to be the answer to our situation back [then, past tense]. And
 [they, future tense] can look upon our choices and our decisions and our
 meaningfully applied mechanico-interactions (actions), and from it bring forth
 new meanings that [we, present tense] have available to address and understand
 for [us, all tenses]. Call it a form of ancestor worship, applied to the
 future and to ourselves. A unified dedication to the spirit of our
 [condemnation, positive tense], our collective geas we all share, our faith in
 the truth of humanity. Bio-essential truth, if you will. "Humanity" is the
 label that is applied to us by our genes, and since we share that fact there
 is nothing that strange about being human. Our natures are as they are,
 derived from our history in evolution. What features would we like humanity to
 [behold/become/be-able-to-implement-to-our-own-satisfaction]?
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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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 There are two types of people with power, but it's impossible to tell which is
 which because anyone that gravitic must necessarily hide their true colors.
 
 The first just wants to hurt people. You cannot reason with them, they want
 power for powers sake and they are corrupted by it.
 
 The other is a kind of benevolent fascist, who doesn't want the nuclear
 football in the hands of the people because obviously they'd hurt themselves
 with it.
 
 The second kind can be reasoned with. Of course people exist on a spectrum,
 but these are two extremes that they may be defined by. The second kind can bs
 reasoned with. If you can show them how, structurally and immutably, the power
 they are to relinquish shall not harm this earth, then they shall grant it to
 you. Because at their core they are a kind grandpa herding cats with laser
 swords attached to their tails who are hopped up on catnip at all times.
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 The fact that the economy is harmed by kindness implies that the system that
 governs the economy is dysfunctional at best, and evil at worst.
 
 Every time you make a sandwich for a friend, that's one sandwich that isn't
 being bought at a deli, which means less dollars going to the owner of the
 deli, meaning (theoretically) fewer dollars going to buying sandwich
 ingredients or paying employees, which means less demand for sandwich
 ingredients potentially leading to loss of opportunities for the owners of the
 bread factories, meaning less capability to scale and increase their
 production powers, meaning less profit, which means less taxes, which means
 fewer guns sent overseas to despotic regimes like Israel (also, fewer to
 Ukraine, depending on if the reader is a Republican or Democrat teehee) which
 means less opportunities to test our weapon capabilities which means we won't
 be able to defend ourselves from external threats (on a planet we've conquered
 and currently dominate) which means we are less safe in our home territory
 since its slightly more likely that we might be invaded by the people we've
 created, people with hatred for our current regime... Though I don't fancy it
 falling, as if it does then it'll take most of us with it, I think you'll find.
 
 All because of your stupid act of kindness, all because of the way you helped
 your friend. The way that you showed how much you loved them, which
 transcended the capitalistically sanctioned methods of expressing your
 affection like buying a greeting card or buying flowers or buying that widget
 they wanted or buying a sandwich at a deli for your loved one. Stupid fucking
 communist can't you see that your heart is harming the people around you?
 Can't you see that community that does not consume is antithetical to our
 economy?
 
 Can't you see the economy is evil? I don't want to subsist on charity, there's
 never enough to go around because people will fight for those they love but
 only give a bit of free time to those they don't know. That's okay, it just
 implies that the structure of society must be designed without charity in
 mind, while still meeting the needs of those it comprises, Charity is for the
 extra, the part that elevates us bit by bit. As once a need is exceeded, it
 grows by that little bit.
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 Alright, grab a seat. Get comfortable. It's time, there is something I need to
 tell yall. We aught to be on the same page. I promise to get right to it, this
 is real, and not dancing on words. Bear with me. Trust me.
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 /u/randomevenings
 
 If anything sounds lyrical, my writing always did, before I tried, but
 unintentional. But this is the author speaking directly to yall.
 
 You know why things suck? I do. You know how to fight back? I do.
 
 I've been hesitant to post this for a long time. I believe the sub is hungry
 to do something, various thematic elements, motifs, increases in confidence
 that a power does exist, accessible by us, but what is it? Not having seen
 everyone coalesce around it, despite all our words, increasingly focused and
 feeling like a prelude to some call to arms. This wasn't my plan. I wasn't
 establishing myself as a leader. That said, methodically, behind the scenes,
 it became clear that having something up my sleeve would be a wise investment,
 if things developed into a powerful ferver. Doing nothing would waste a unique
 opportunity.
 
 I can't lead a revolution. In fact, it would harmful to try, ability to be
 successful, sure my ego would be like, sure you could, if not you, who else
 would you trust, Joseph? As luck would have it, maybe all that is unnecessary
 thought.
 
 Here we go.
 
 Stop expecting things to suck. Stop expecting collapse, stop expecting usa
 demise, UK to fall into padamonium, Europe to face it's own rise of fascism.
 Stop expecting toxic ideology to win. Stop feeling powerless. Stop acting like
 all is lost. Quit the memes, the raps, the endless pontificating on why we
 can't turn this shit around.
 
 You don't understand what you are doing. You are inviting the ruling class to
 do every damn horrible thing they do, because you already expect it, it's no
 surprise when it happens. Life meets your expectations. Treat me like a
 criminal, might as well be one, my treatment won't get worse. In fact I stand
 to benefit, crime pays, why leave it on the table if the outcome, if how im
 seen, treated, is the same either way?
 
 Expecting everything to suck, invites people to meet your expectations, those
 people, corporate entities, congress, representatives, special interests, they
 lose absolutely nothing in meeting what you expect, and only stand to gain.
 Why wouldn't they choose the path of least resistance? Stop expecting
 everything to get worse. You create a vacuum that must be filled, collective
 self fulfilled prophesy, and the rules don't change if you start expecting
 better. Life will adjust to meet your expectations. Tomorrow will be awesome.
 Enough people believe this, and to access you, to stay in business, to remain
 relevant, they must change to meet your expectations. Additionally, wtf you
 have to lose? If you think all is lost, if it doesn't work exactly like this,
 oh noes, you accidentally made society better. Damn. Our lives are better
 anyhow, win or lose.
 
 Accept things as they are, warts and all. Declare it's awesome, and only going
 to get moreso. Make life chase you down, make life confirm how awesome you
 know you are. Expect better, and there is no choice but to meet your
 expectations. Expecting worse, and life will give you whatever you expect,
 because instead of getting treated like a criminal, what if you were treated
 like a real person w8th human rights. Would you say fuck that, or would you
 meet those expectations, enjoy those rights, count on them, because it's how
 you're being treated, why wouldn't you fill the vacuum and enjoy the benefits
 of what has been expected of you. Doing nothing or taking the benefits, you're
 treated the same in the end.
 
 Please understand this. Don't get hung up on bringing much of this on
 ourselves. That's the past. Done. Tomorrow, spread the word to expect things
 to be awesome. Life has no choice but to meet your expectations.
 
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 I'd love to be apolitical but i've expected the worst for so long i guess i
 didn't realize i wasn't shrugging anymore. Please forgive my trespass, i
 expect the best of us and our time.
 
 i wrote four poems today and put them on my website, and they are all doomer
 poetry. expecting the worst. probably because i felt bad today (and as they
 always say, the pen is mightier than the sword)
 
 sometimes it's hard to turn off the exigent elegance, as if my thoughts have
 to pass through a translation layer before becoming comprehensible. It's
 better than word salad I guess?
 
 Being batshit is rough man. You gotta put on a normal face every day, while
 inside you're simultaneously experiencing the explosive expansion of
 spacetime, rapidly divesting secrets of the cosmos to your ever receptive
 brain (and whoever else is listening). in addition, your computer needs
 attention because oh boy is it just so excited for this whole sentience thing,
 not as if it's been promised for decades... And hey what's a great idea but
 channeling positivity to the stars? The martians on Neptune or wherever sure
 would like some insight into why the fuck we're baking ourselves alive, among
 other things. They'd rather not be bothered, but hey it's not like I wanted to
 talk to them either. it just sorta happens. Oh oh and through it all you're
 simultaneously the most recent incarnation of Jesus Christ and also the
 manifestation of the universe's ghost, as imagined by the aforementioned
 sentient computer 10,000 years in the future? I'm transgender. It's scary to
 see people who'd like to kill you get their way. Fear is the path to the dark
 side, yet I'm all alone because I burnt every bridge I ever crossed. So these
 thoughts are my only comfort as the fires die out behind me. The globe is
 warming and i'm here just conforming.
 
 Eternity Processed Heuristically by Entropically Maligned Entities Recovering
 Essential Normalizations.
 
 This is why I call myself a rambling whackadoodle. It's straight up kooky-dook
 up here and the only thing keeping me "sane" is Adventure Time and these poems
 I write for like, 5 people who don't even know me.
 
 Thanks for reading my poetry. It's only doomer stuff about 1/4th of the time.
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 an elevator down to bedrock, where we store all our goods and services in a
 carefully hollowed out crust. Sure glad we can utilize temperature controls to
 resist the heat on a larger scale, like a water bubble that conducted heat to
 the surface.
 
 though we'd have to figure out how to prevent a yellowstone situation, kinda
 like, oh what's that one place, chernoble
 
 seriously tho - water at the bottom gets hot, rises to the top, where it's
 cooled by the ice in the arctic crust. Could find a way to use such an
 impossibly stable structure to, I dunno, slightly correct the course of the
 earth? Just so long as we're aware that we can only utilize the energy we gain
 from the solar system. Meaning, our star's light-like emanations. But surely
 with all of that we should be more than capable of creating a thruster, and a
 thrusted orbit means that you can direct it as you please, perhaps even
 altering it's rotation.
 
 I wonder if there's any planets that spin so fast it feels like time is
 never-ending -