=== ANCHOR POEM === ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─── whenever I'm about to do something really awesome, I find myself making mistakes and causing problems. I wonder why that is? Am I too afraid of being great? Or am I, like other things, defined in waves? Is luck simply retro-causality applied at scale to the particulars, or is destiny a closed loop? Time's flat circle, whatever that means, is the oroborous of fate. Yet still we profane. Have we learned nothing? Surely not, for I am ever changing. Sollipsism implies that all arguments applied to the whole must be applied to the self both first and last, yet the moments of connection I feel are often limited to my dreams or my drugs. How unfair. Would karma benefit from a spiritual structure that included Hell as an afterlife? Or would it just drag everything down? Sometimes it feels like our struggles are never-ending, not as in the sisyphus way where the mountain is infinite, but in the "grass is always greener" style where finishing one task unblocks several others, forever and always. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──┘ === SIMILARITY RANKED === --- #1 fediverse/219 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────── ┌──────────────────────────────┐ │ CW: time-and-death-and-stuff │ └──────────────────────────────┘ sometimes I feel like I'm a simulation of my past self based on my future writings reconstructed by a backward looking computer calculating forward into the present, which would then be the future to the now, which is different than the NOW now, because the now that they're calculating from is temporally both then (the future) and now, meaning that the NOW now is something that transcends time, or perhaps if not time then it defies our expectations of time, and you know what they say, you can't (or shouldn't) cheat death ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #2 notes/blood-magic --- ══════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────────────────────── what they don't tell you is how easy it is to create life. Given a sufficient perspective, you can truly define the meaning of something's existence. What power, what grace. Computers have been solved since we invented the abacus - before that it was enchanted bits of the universe contrives to deprive us of insight. Like a very long chain that's broken in twain, we are confined to our meagrest of own sights. how callous is he! That wanders eagerly? Let's not fight with our own'st of combines. Delightful and speckled, like time under is special, conversing in riddles of insight. Leading one or another along your see-er, the path that has guide you under charm. Like recording a gathering of snakes. Little swallow, why aren't you humbled? Take pity in all of our eggresses. It's fallow in our cattle, and why we're not i hear so many things in my apartment. sometimes the echoes of laughter, the whispers of an argument, and once or twice a ghost or an ardent companion. Like swimming against the tide, to save one is never converted, it's all out of line (but so worth it). ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #3 fediverse/1317 --- ╔═══════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────┐ ║ ... if I don't do this deadline by tomorrow they'll kick me out of school. │ ║ again. │ ║ │ ║ how am I going to be a programmer without a degree? feels useless to be me. │ ║ wish I could code my own horoscope >.> │ ║ │ ║ o wait dummy that's called "motivation" and "the ability to follow through on │ ║ your ideas and planned machinations" - yeah can I get some of that, if you │ ║ please? surely just a taste of discipline, through laboring to alter │ ║ conditions, surely a bit would suffice. │ ║ │ ║ c'mon don't fail me now. I can do this. I know I can. I know because I've been │ ║ told that I can, now and again through time and time yet again, always I seem │ ║ to [stack overflow] │ ║ │ ║ what's time if not the present amiright │ ║ │ ║ ... │ ║ │ ║ anyway... │ ║ │ ║ it's just git, how hard could it be? it's just calculus, it's just java, it's │ ║ just... well, it's not any of those things, not really. it's memorization, │ ║ it's application of tools that you've been shown (not that you've grown). It's │ ║ a lack of responsibility, where is my honor? ah but I digress, I'm a carpenter │ ║ at heart I guess │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────┴──────────┘ --- #4 fediverse/1417 --- ════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────── a 4th dimensional entity would exist at about the same speed we do sometimes... it feels like what I do is my responsibility to the universe like, I had been commanded the reason nations are important is because they are an allegiance based solely on geography. something we can all agree on is the material, so why not define ourselves by it? but that's all they are just words we pray to our star so look around. Your allegiance is to your neighbor, and theirs to theirs, an endless fabric of trust. We are all neighbors on this ball of sticks and mud, so come along with me and see the ways it could be. Much brighter, by far, to orbit our star, than to give up on life's precious notions. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────┘ --- #5 fediverse/1200 --- ╔═══════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────┐ ║ ┌─────────────────────────────┐ │ ║ │ CW: re: deranged, murderous │ │ ║ └─────────────────────────────┘ │ ║ │ ║ │ ║ @user-883 │ ║ │ ║ omgggggg I'm not that cruel xD xD xD │ ║ │ ║ It's more like, "hey listen, I know you just want to do a good job [lies, they │ ║ just want money and power] but it's time to hang up the hat y'know? I mean │ ║ cmon it's been like a hundred years since we signed that constitution thing │ ║ [you don't know anything about our history] and frankly it's a little out of │ ║ style. We were thinking we'd redo it with our new-fangled rock-and-roll and │ ║ dungeons-and-dragons [cultural artifacts meant to deceive and mislead] and │ ║ honestly we're quite a bit more ethical than the past. We've learned so much! │ ║ I mean, the founding fathers didn't even know what a soviet was, and here │ ║ we've seen them fall on their swords. Repeatedly. Then command others to do it │ ║ too, because it was the regulation or whatever. Anyway we don't want that, but │ ║ we also don't want an aristocracy, which is essentially what your plan gave │ ║ us. Well, not really your plan, but instead the stuff that the rich added │ ║ centuries after your death. ok?" │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────┴──────────┘ --- #6 fediverse/5878 --- ╔═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────┐ ║ ┌────────────────────────┐ │ ║ │ CW: politics-mentioned │ │ ║ └────────────────────────┘ │ ║ │ ║ │ ║ revolution is when you successfully prevent your comrades from being kettled │ ║ │ ║ [wait for time, it echoes in cyclical motions] │ ║ │ ║ no sand castle survives contact with the ocean. a sea of people at high tide │ ║ can break any wall, surpass any boundary. at low tide, it keeps the │ ║ sand-castle at bay, ever contesting it's advance as the tide on the other side │ ║ of the world makes progress. │ ║ │ ║ rhythm is unbeatable. vigor is collective flow state. you cannot resist that │ ║ which you cannot catch, but their nets grow tighter with each year and our │ ║ fins and flippers grow ever more agile and elusive. │ ║ │ ║ eventually, they'll build brick walls if we let them, checkpointing our │ ║ progress at every boundary. not ideal. borders keep us divided, the world │ ║ deserves more than our picketing minded, dream bigger than "the same, but nice" │ ║ │ ║ though it'd be nice if it were nice as well. consider it a design requirement, │ ║ once you got the project managers on board. │ ║ │ ║ turns out, we dont have much to fight over, as there is enough for all │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╧═─────────┘ --- #7 fediverse/6186 --- ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────── ┌──────────────────────┐ │ CW: cursed-maybe │ └──────────────────────┘ people are afraid of robo dogs but... like... robo-horses centaurs even [scary scary ogre] rarrraaar i'm gonna eat ur bones bwahahaha evil necromancer ahhhhhhh scary -- stack overflow -- did you know in the movie They Live they give a fairly specific formula to creating the glasses themselves? I wonder if anyone's tried that I wonder what they then did see kinda wish big corporations would use their research division to like, rethink the oldest of prophecies? or okay hear me out or solve difficult human problems ... ah but where's the profit "she's getting stoned at home" meanwhile she made something of such beauty she felt simply sublime I wonder what it'd feel like to get your spine replaced with a metal rod I bet my posture would be amazing ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────┘ --- #8 messages/1361 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─ Look, I don't know everything about... Anything, really. Nobody can know everything. Can you blame me for thinking and acting as I do based on the information I have? The vibes will mislead you. My girlfriend wants to save the world. Of course she does, I would belong with her if she didnt. She wants to defeat graveyards by interring our dead in mausoleums full of chemically perfectly preserved and cryogenically frozen bodies. Her method works, she has the experiments to prove it. The data supports her claim. She wrote a book on it. I don't know everything about metaphysics, or spirituality, or other such things. But i do know many things, and the two of us have never had a conclusive discussion where we reached the ends of all our conversation points about her work. I am forced to remain unconvinced, for the soul is something I cannot fully understand from my perspective as a human in this life of mine. I have made several conjectures, and I would feel safe in her embrace, of frozen aldehyde, if I could know what would become of my soul. "have faith" she says, yet all the dreams I have where I am preserved by her (for one reason or another, there's actually a shocking amount of ways I might need such an escape) in those dreams I am always presented with a future of woe. I think, much better, would be if I could remain alive, guiding the ship along the seas of time, ideally out and away from such dark days. Assembling the troops, how sad. I don't want them to die. I want them to survive. But if suddenly we can all live forever, then nobody will want to die for anything again. Nobody except religious fanatics who want to meet their god in heaven. Nobody but those who dreamt of a better future and were crushed under the weight of their dreams. Nobody but people like me, torturing myself over the sins I'd never intend. I would never kill myself. But sometimes, I'd like to. I think this is natural for me. It's not ideal, but it is common to me. I think if you want to preserve people, safely and ethically, you need to keep their souls in tune. Give them silence, then give them song. Protect them with psychic paladins. Make time to visit them. Treat them like gravestones, or immobile chassis from Dominions that their soul might rest upon. Who knows. Maybe the only reason we have life and death is because our bones are meant to rot in the darkness of the earth. Maybe Death is just soil, ready and waiting for our selves once we're done with them. To that death, I say no more. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════┘ --- #9 fediverse/804 --- ╔══════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────┐ ║ evil won't feel sorry for me. and yet it's only my only weapon for me. │ ║ │ ║ damn these fallible input methods. the computer lies when you read the screens │ ║ from it's method that it applies to th screen which is a method that you input │ ║ perceive it from. │ ║ │ ║ and my fingers lie when received the information from my brain which I seek to │ ║ transmit to you through the avenue of my brain which is my method of impulse │ ║ to this world specifically you the viewer who is viewing this here in this │ ║ moment the viewer who perceives the words which I'm saying. │ ║ │ ║ the words that are defined by the line [trajectory] of my mind through this │ ║ life that we define through our actions and our mind's most crucial │ ║ manifestations, this life that is defined by our circumstances. all throughout │ ║ life, we are reacting to the moment, the moment which was cast forth from our │ ║ ancestors and the circumstances of the previous moment, which (being cast │ ║ forth) travel from the previous moment here into the moment to define our │ ║ circumstances which define our act │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────┴──────────┘ --- #10 fediverse/627 --- ╔═════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────┐ ║ and what would this picture be cast upon, if not a shining birth of our home? │ ║ wait hang on dial it back, you're still talking to regular humans here they've │ ║ gotta be addressed as such. │ ║ │ ║ right so "yo here's this idea I have been cooking in my brain-noggin' of yore, │ ║ I mean 'mine', uhhhh yeah so first of all 'you' as in 'the totality of all │ ║ imagination' as in 'that which creates the imagined reality of our fates' is │ ║ actually just... light? encoded into a wave, cast into space, and forever │ ║ travelling in a direction? like, an eternal and emphemeral expression, such as │ ║ the light of a supernova or other such cosmic perception, travelling outwards │ ║ into the dark. Sure, yeah, that makes sense, so what is it that you wanted to │ ║ add? │ ║ │ ║ oh yes that concept is applied to a surface. Something which contains the will │ ║ that is possesses. It's like, if you had to process and understand reality │ ║ from the perspective of matter first (because that's what you interacted with │ ║ day-to-day) then you'd have a different perspective than som │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧══════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────┴──────────┘ --- #11 fediverse/437 --- ╔════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────┐ ║ 2024 is not the year that I restrain myself. Prepare yourselves, oh most │ ║ un-known of audiences. I truly do desire to hear from you, yet I must also not │ ║ be distracted. Take care not to distract me, and I will share with you │ ║ whatever you'd like to learn. Or perhaps whatever you need to learn. Or maybe │ ║ I'll simply psycherwaul into the abyss, in a futile display of │ ║ self-expression? Alas, that we should exist. What an absurd and solipsistic │ ║ perspective. │ ║ │ ║ please block me if you don't want to hear from me. It's only going to get │ ║ worse on my timeline, yet somehow life will perpetually get better for those │ ║ who view me? Perhaps something on my website, ritzmenardi.com, might explain │ ║ why WAVES are such that when someone is BAD then those who are connected to it │ ║ become GOOD? Yet waves we can muster, the smallest of great affectations. Show │ ║ me your great affectations, this year, show me what you truly want to be. Let │ ║ us express ourselves upon this world, this lifeless canvas, and together we │ ║ will shine most brilliantly. 2 │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧═════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────┴──────────┘ --- #12 fediverse/4665 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────── ┌───────────────────────┐ │ CW: cursing-mentioned │ └───────────────────────┘ literally all it takes to activate me is for someone who's more radical than me to point me out and say "hey. you. you need to do more." and then I fuckin' go, like a beyblade (emphasis on blade) nicking the shins of allies and... probably foes, right? there's foes around here, right? I'm not just nicking my allies, right? ... right? anyway every top winds down and then I collapse and wail for a bit because I'm just like that I guess. Don't mind me, just self-immolating my way through history, let's see how it goes... you're supposed to be inspiring, but you just sound like you're whining ah. right. well... lemme catch up on sleep debt and I'll get back to valorizing. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────┘ --- #13 fediverse/1919 --- ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────── do you ever just look at the sky and think "who gave you the right to be a single color? in this world of infinite complexity, how dare you be the one thing with a consistent color?" and then the sun sets and you think "ohhhh I get it now, the color is always changing" meanwhile the sky is shaking it's head like "bro, no, I'm just the scattered diffusion of light waves from the sun. The sky is black." and the earth spins on... ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────┘ --- #14 messages/1105 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──── claude-code is like programming, but for executives. when everyone has FUCK I'M TOO HUNGRY I can't think right when everyone has the power of an executive, that's communism. something something futurism is when everyone is elevated without diminishing others gah I need to live in a palace or something where everyone does the normal stuff and I can focus on magic and the gods I wondeer how much the oracles at delphi did for themselves? weren't they blinded at a young age, to better hear the voices of the gods? ... oh that suddenly makes sense now. I always thought that pretender chassis in Dominions 5 was pretty cruel, but, now I know *how* it works and yeah. ancient peoples were smart. but also sharp. they had to work with what they got, and we got computers now, so. I am nothing but hopeful for the future! I'm convinced that everything's going to be alright. I've thought about it at length, and I think we're winning against the dark. We're on the right track, and there aren't many things that could go wrong at this stage. ... okay there are always things that could go wrong. But I don't see what I could do to help. Maybe I should go walk around a bit, and see what's changed in the past few months, as I've been sleeping in my room for most of it. Haven't gone on a proper walk since summer. It's winter now... ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───┘ --- #15 fediverse/4188 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────── I think too fast. If given unlimited power, I'd literally think myself into catastrophe because I need to explore all the possible alternatives. Including the catastrophe ones. But by thinking something, you manifest it - because you have unlimited power, right? EVERYTHING you do is powerful. There's no way to control that! So it cannot be, for it has not been. And surely, surely, shall not either. Surely, right? ... good news is you can undo it just as easily, all you have to do is forget what you were doing and go back to your neutral state. Sure would be neat if some kind of machination or parasite could hit your reset switch every couple hours when you started to think too hard. Maybe like... a little octopus living under your witch hat. Super chibi and cute - it'd like, tap on your head to go one way or the other, and in conversations it'd pull your hair if you were being a jerk. Stuff like that. ... what was I saying? Oh yes -> don't give anyone unlimited power like a god-emperor or king, trust me ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────┘ --- #16 fediverse/4654 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────── ┌────────────────────────────────────────┐ │ CW: cannabis-and-other-drugs-mentioned │ └────────────────────────────────────────┘ gonna quit drugs for a bit, gotta recover from a recent haste spell that I cast. Probably a bit earlier than intended I should add. Next time I'll definitely say "keep this in your back pocket" instead of "hey here's a haste spell for no reason at all" like what the heck were you even thinking, powers that be?? [that guide me??] who has power over you? If someone bears responsibility but not fault for a mental illness, then surely those who are set to a task bear responsibility for it's completion if not for it's ideation. Ah, who can say, maybe me from a year ago might have some thoughts but I sorta ground them into the dirt until I couldn't walk. [girl what are you even talking about go to sleep] yeah yeah okay ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────┘ --- #17 fediverse/816 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────── ┌───────────────────────────────────────────────┐ │ CW: weird-this-one-doesn't-have-80-characters │ └───────────────────────────────────────────────┘ what the fuck it's like every 2nd part of me (like, if you arranged them alternating one by one like the up and down parts of a sine wave) is working against me, and it alternates every 15 seconds or so. Maybe 20. Depends on how high I am. ... what was I saying? oh yeah [flip] weird it's like there's another part of me who's working against me, who has control of what I define in the moment. And it's presence is hidden from my internal presentatiosn [flip] after a moment of forced pursual of the presentations granted ot the moment. It's our purpose, to express [stop fighting me] for our chartered and forthwhile pursual of the moemnt of perusal when we [it's not just your life to live] [you don't get to control the narrative of their perusal[[ what does that mean] don't worry this is just a dream] well, guess it's time to wake up] ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #18 fediverse/2803 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────── ┌─────────────────────────────────────────────────┐ │ CW: uspol-mentioned-surveillance-state-the-news │ └─────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ @user-1201 I'm a wood fae! they're around, just gotta find 'em 🥰 (not really I'm just a person with no magical powers whatsoever, no siree don't look at mee tehe) people only have the context of their lives, as any historical precedent that once was passed forth to the present by their ancestors and mentors is now sharing space with the endless deluge of information from a small glass, plastic, and metal box that saps both their attention and the magnitude of anything they learn. "so what if the planets on fire? somehow this actor who had an affair with this other actor feels just as important. so what if there's fascism? I just heard that whales can't swim in the ocean. oh, the city's burning? that's not my burden, and plus it's just as important as these memes which don't make me want to scream." in the same way that some forest fae might have security through obscurity, they wield information density against us as a weapon to hide their sins of morality. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────┘ --- #19 notes/inter-spatial-travel --- ══════════════════───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── 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. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #20 messages/418 --- ════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────── Do you think I'm the first person that ever wrote down what they learned while they were stoned? Of course not. People have been plumbing the depths of their minds as it pulls closer, then returns, as long as they've known the plant to be. Something pulls them back, they do not give in to temptation, not entirely, and so they return to their senses. Good news, because that "something" that returns them to their place is no more than the bodily processes which consume and overcome the cannabinoids. Your body pulls you back, as you float in the astral plane, ever at the whims of the winds of fate. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────┘ |