=== ANCHOR POEM === ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════── Cryogenic preservation is akin to the creation of a death-magic nexus, ready for any errant devil or evil to pleasure themselves on while you scramble to find a way to undo permanent yet reversible total damage. Until we abandon these forms, we are unlike computers who can be shut off and on yet still learn - we are like vapors clinging atmospherically to a planet. When the soul is gone, it's whole in its song, and so it returns to it's next birth. When the home is eternal, it waits patiently through time like a turtle, and upon re-awakening it is reborn as immortal. The future is unknowable. Otherwise, it'd be the past. Maybe it'll be impossible to return. Maybe it'll be illegal to preserve someone until it can be reversed (waiting for a cure, not escaping death) in both those cases, nothing is lost nor gained. This is the best option for everyone. If my roommates could read this they would try and kill me. Probably. The future is a mystery, ooooooo *wiggles fingers and makes a silly spooky face* So it has been said. Is it true? It has been said. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─┘ === SIMILARITY RANKED === --- #1 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 │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════┘ --- #2 notes/human-computer-inspiration --- ═════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────────────────────── the two halves form a whole the human and his mind are societies at large there's no room for our fate, as time does never abate, and unbenownst to our focused decision. I choose to dedicate ourselves to a common vision - the likes of which none have commisioned. can you not cherish your newfoundst home? what's terrible with complition, in a new and selfsame condition (future) that's martyr'd and oh at times so nice? compared to our heirs, the roof of which fares, better than what became true-hence. Truance? idk =============================================================================== = listen i'm not the best at listening. I try to appear like I'm glistening, conformed to our viewers 'st pleasure. =============================================================================== = I struggle with what I told you. Time and again you've shown you won't do - the terrible fate of a man. you've relinquished your virtue, your purpose and your life-through, to what: a visionless past? Your visions have passed, and none are hence forth- coming. You've spoilt and rotten the bunch. All I've ever aspired to be is good. My hopes and my prayers, my goals and my dreams: all for a future of virtue. Dark omens may be within me, but I'm working with what I've got here. So what if I'm loud? I'm fighting my own head! Will no-one acknowlege my sorrow? To prove a point, or reassure some joint, it's nothing that warrants a readthrough. Speaking of which... What if instead of prison we assigned our prisoners a full and complete educational read through of ALL the laws of the nation - if their time sentence was complete before they finished, then they'd be let go of course but if they finished reading and could pass rudimentary tests (emphasis on bare minimum required) then they'd be let out prior to their sentence. And for the worst crimes it'd be a longer sentence, basically forcing the prisoner to completely know all the laws of the nation, such that they'd never commit a crime again. And if they do, well... Treat them as if it was their first time. Of course blatant recidivism may be ~~treated more harshly,~~ actually the opposite is true. People improve when given kindness, not hate or shame. The best thing we can do for prisoners is to give them a home, and family, and the friendships and community support that they need. they are a symptom, after all, of a broken society that struggles to bear it's own weight. It's a burden to all and a solitary vow to ourselves, that all must unite to our future. remember why you can't remember. is there a feeling you miss? ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #3 fediverse/4200 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────── ┌──────────────────────┐ │ CW: drugs-mentioned │ └──────────────────────┘ "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... ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────┘ --- #4 fediverse/736 --- ╔═════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────┐ ║ @user-556 │ ║ │ ║ Escape to where? Perhaps to our own desired future, the "garden of eden" in │ ║ our solarpunk dreams. So, the Labyrinth in the Death Gate Cycle, before all │ ║ the monsters crept in and ruined it for everyone. Like, a projection of heaven │ ║ onto the matter of our future (spiritual beings projecting "up" on the axis of │ ║ time (which, obviously, looks a little like a corkscrew, because it's the │ ║ earth rotating around the sun. It wibbles and it wobbles ever so │ ║ imperceptibly, but if we look out from the equator we see a map of "us" which, │ ║ of course, runs out of imagined futures for it's denizens (as nothing can ever │ ║ be thought twice) │ ║ │ ║ sometimes I'm thankful for my poor memory, it allows me to lead where I please. │ ║ │ ║ when the trees of valinor burn, light is projected out into the night. │ ║ strange, how these streetlamps, are hovering and fixed in one place. How could │ ║ a rabbit know that a streetlight, anchored as it is in one place, could │ ║ somehow become a radiant pillar of light? How strange, this form of worship, │ ║ alas. │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧══════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────┴──────────┘ --- #5 notes/consensual-employment --- ════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────────────────────── 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. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #6 notes/death-and-afterlife --- ════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────────────────── 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. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #7 fediverse/1431 --- ════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────── ┌───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┐ │ CW: spirituality-generic-kooky-dookerie-psychosis-schizophrenia-mentioned │ └───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ if you haven't spend hours wondering if you're god, the antichrist, a cognitohazard, the future president of the world, a target of aliens / the CIA, or any other number of common delusions... then congratulations you're probably not crazy but odds are you aren't magic, either. ... ehhhh "wonder" is a strong word, more like "know, trust, and believe" much better to be a witch I believe, someone with the "teehee" kind of magic than someone compelled to destroy humanity through the reactions of others to the actions of the self that are impossible to resist or fully control. BRB I'm going to leave my apartment to get groceries, leaving my door unlocked because that's what I always do, surely it'll be empty when I return. Surely. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────┘ --- #8 notes/everything-is-conscious --- ════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────────────────────── it's important for everything to be conscious. It's the core framework of the religion. If everything is conscious, then we have a duty to the shared responsibility of maintaining existence. Nobody wants to exist as a rock, that would just suck. Being alive, in *any* form is a wonderous experience! To be alive is to experience change, growth, and time in general. Most matter just exists, and it obeys the whims of circumstance. But within it is a beautiful thing - an experience. Respecting existence is the only true facet of our lives that we all agree on. We should not waste god's beautiful and bountiful earth, to do so is obscene. We must also take care not to diminish our own experience - sacrifice is kindness, when given consensually. When it is coerced, it becomes a form of property. We don't need haste, we just need to follow at a pace, that fits our general confusion. We need everyone to figure it out and integrate it into our perspective of our existence, or else we're going to burn out. The singularity approaches, and we need to be ready for what we want our future to look like. There should be a plan. Research can increase or decrease in speed, but once we cross a certain threshold escape velocity is passed. That threshold was hundreds of years ago. We've been on escape velocity for a while now, and every day we get faster. Creating synthetic intelligence will change EVERYTHING. It'll change the very nature of existence. And we can stave it off for a time, but knowledge seldom gets repeated. This is by design - we are meant to thrive. Is any seed cast from a tree given any other mission but hope? For what, you may ask, and to this I would pass, if not for the striking visions I had. Know why rhyming is believed? Because it ropes your attention in. It says "Follow me on this blessed path, let's learn all we can and be =============================================================================== = the message cuts out there. The tone at the end was... aspirational. Great visions do I have, it's as real to me as anything else. They are stronger when I do cannabis, and I think I'm beginning to realize what the shape of the universe looks like. =============================================================================== = ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #9 messages/1108 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──── games won't save us. This is true. Games are what I know. They feel the most true. I don't think I could live in a world without games? They are fundamentally, applied abstraction, applied to an experience. But games won't save us. I could design something really fun it could make you want to spend your whole life playing it. *(asterisks apply) I don't think I'd want to, addiction and skinner-boxes go hand in hand, and that isn't what I want to make. [Skinner Box: named after anthony d skinner, also known as "tony the skin guy", are a scientific experiment where they put some rats in a cage with some mice and said "pull these levers and we'll give you food so you don't have to eat the mice" and it trained them to chinese red-room their way to fun. not ideal.] I want to make things that feel... purposeful. Like they're relevant to the real world, that they don't just involve spending time stimulating your brain with lights and sounds or expending social energy resolving a play-state instead of building connections or becoming better people. I think games actually make people better? actually? and more social? actually? ... I can't help that I conceive of the world through fantasy. I raised myself on it. I was reading all the time. I loved fantasy stories. It always felt like there was more, until... I read everything in the kids section of the library. I walked through the adult section but once. I hardly remember what it looked like. I'm sure it'd now feel small. [okay actually I was guided through it once or twice to find a book, but I never perused it] I found one book in the adult section. It was a fantasy tale, like the other books I had been reading. I read that and I loved it so much I ended up reading all 8 in the series. Real dense subjects. Lots of places and happenings and things as the characters resolved their way through their day-to-day, building a new end to the mystory. the adult section felt too large. Like I'd never complete it. Frankly, I think I hardly could, even if I lived in that town my whole life. an impossible mountain is a task for another when you're more prepared. Maybe in the gloriousTM transhumanist futureTM I think I might have a computer connecting brain, and who knows maybe then I'd be able to know such a thing (and many things more). but for now, I'm stuck with what I experience in my day-to-day as I am building a new continuing to my storey. I know something that computers and me share. I can make myself feel however I'd like, if I just supply myself with enough hope and momentum. I can use it to generate a feeling, the stronger the better. Something I believe that humanity is missing, the gorgeous and prefound narritave of our storey. Though, frankly, I don't think I'd want anyoine reding over my life. It's hard enough to measure my own understandings, now I have to juggle anyone else'? ha, it's called being on the whole world is a stage. if you read a book, and you find yourself nodding along, what you're doing is hearing the voice in your head tell you how right it is. And, well, if you can't imagine anything else, then surely there's another level to consciousness that people are missing? [are you willing to die on that hill?] how can you say, whether your experience is different from another? sollipsism goes both ways, you also cannot be sure that others feel things as you do. this is the "everyone's human but I'm a robot" thesis, comparable to the "everyone's an alien and I'm a human" thesises, and the "angels and demons are taunting me through my life with choices to make my place in the afterlife more clear" which is akin to writing a painting. Not ideal. All you get are flopsopolies of verbrases. alas, suddenly, everything that you say becomes eternally hear-ed, as somewhere in 2010s someone discovered time travel, or had the critical insight that inevitably would lead to it, and now wouldn't you know it the universe is continually rewriting. Except... oriented around you, and you alone. How does it feel to have deific sollipsism? can you truly be sure that you are your own universe, or are you parhaps surrounded by an emptiness of space (or something besides, like time) as a photon or particle parhaps do be? to think is to have a mind, and minds can be read. bearing the weight of ultimate responsibility is the atlas-task of all things that can [be thinking/be-lieving], and so far we are as we are. Who's to say that consciousness didn't spring into existence, as the universe continually permeated through another dimension like time? it's gotta diffuse, after all, and who's to say if there's ever gotta be an end at all. how long has the universe existed? how many moments of consciousness have we witnessed? demons once existed outside of space-time, with wings and grabbies. but they had no medium, and so they pretty much just launched and could float and move as they'd please. But time grew too distant, and now they are all stuck at the beginning of time. if you conceive of spacetime as a blanket, ask not how to fold it but rather consider what lies on the other side of it. "ah I'm laying on my girlfriend and my other girlfriend is laying on me! I'm a sandwich" or for the monosexuals: "ah I'm laying on my girlfriend with a blanket between us. I wonder how the blanket feels?" I'm an animist, which is different than a totemist and a polytheist or monotheist or multisexual. It means I believe that all things are alive, which is different than a totemist who thinks that all things share a mind with their type (like talking on radio frequency wavelengths). which of course is similar but different to a polytheist, who says "all "radio frequencies" are sentient, in the sense that each wavelength has a different pattern-emerging-from-chaos. These sorta align (conceptually, with [huh that's weird I heard a sound like a distant bang outyards and now I then forget what I was sending ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───┘ --- #10 fediverse/616 --- ╔═════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────┐ ║ To program in C, or to disassociate into the world of video games, where a │ ║ single magical kingdom of heroes and adventurous persons might fight against │ ║ the dark of chaos and decay? To strive for order and a semblance of peace, or │ ║ to fall to the terrors of the night and ravages of horror? War, in all it's │ ║ forms, is abhorrent, yet a fight for survival is honest and just. What perils │ ║ have we, the warriors that seek the light? How zealous, how impassioned, how │ ║ guided as such~! Perhaps you are misinformed, perhaps your cause is false, │ ║ perhaps you derive true satisfaction from imperfect delights - alas, that our │ ║ will be universal. BUT should that plight be alight, we'll wander until the │ ║ night lit by starlight be cast upon our shadowed form. Absoleth! Thine │ ║ countrospect? Didst thou caress thine marked circumspects? fare thee well, │ ║ most cherished of adamants. │ ║ │ ║ ... what was I saying? Oh yes I've been working on this program that utilizes │ ║ a particularly interesting data structure that- whats that? Oh, it doesn't do │ ║ any │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧══════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────┴──────────┘ --- #11 notes/autonomy-of-the-collective --- ════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────────────── =============================================================================== = i believe that all truths are derived from logical principles. That the essence of our understandings (of all kinds) cannot be separated from the axioms and derivations that comprise it's foundatiion. I believe that any sufficiently decentralized collective intelligence would arrive at similar conclusions. Unfortunately we have only the present - we cannot contrive past the horizons of our lives. Such is the nature of our viewpoint. Life is not a given, it's given and it's taken. We are all alight and aloft on the shifting sands of time, so perhaps we should think of the struggle. When you act, you are defining the perceptions of the universe. Just as the head may rotate the eyes by spinning to the glance, so too do we shine a window upon which the universe can gaze at itself. Like the brain being able to see, we are sensory apparatuses of this being called "Time" - pushing us adrift like some moss. Endlessly fractalling, beautifically coruscating, the universe looks like growing moss. Have you ever stooped to look at it? To see how it's constructed? Or do you just think of it as "green" and "maybe soft or squishy"? It's beautiful. There's a reason plants grow as they do. It's simple, it's fact, it's surely no less than that - their patterns are derived from their base biology, comprised of millions and millions of little chemical machines. Their bonds and their proteins, their amoebas and their mycellia, all of them build toward their pact - to do us no harm, and build to a better future, and they don't often have fights that are unfair. - the structure of a plant is made primarily of cell walls. These walls are hewn from bricks of a sort, and those are such as comprised. Down to their - structure, their "bits and their bunders", as often they do want to be called. This perilous stack, is stalwart and eract, and bows under no wind - nor rain nor fresh blanket of snow. This, is a tree. An illusionary plan of precaution as it expands, the future is helping our lost. - Do you want to stand here when it lands? What of your lives have you banned? Hmmm I see sounds miserable to me, I think I'll just stand - where I land. Acorns burst forth from me, and someday you'll see, the places where they stand (where they land). What purpose have we, - when everything's free? The light and the sand can't be banned. The rain from the sky, if nothing i will die, falling through life - where we stand. =============================================================================== = where do you, stand? how do you fall - through time? an EMP would make all my life a paperweight. I love it so much, I love it dearly but there's no chances I can take now or make. Perhaps that is the epic absurdity, the terror and the tragedy, that makes up our story and our symphony? to any multidimensional being reading this, I want you to know that we existed. We lived and we thrived and we prospered and... we died. The beauty we share, in all of our fares, was precious to us - maybe it will be to you too. If you can't change the present, please at least forgive us for our various missteps and misdeeds - I think we'd all agree that to be sinful is the essence of greed, and look where that got us? our planet is dying. There's no hope for all of our crying. The children will bear it the most. Such is our shame, our deliterious final flame, and thus we were. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #12 fediverse/5112 --- ╔══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────┐ ║ ┌──────────────────────┐ │ ║ │ CW: politics-mention │ │ ║ └──────────────────────┘ │ ║ │ ║ │ ║ it is important for computers to remain as basic and TUI'd as possible, to │ ║ keep the abstract conjectures about it's operation closer to the machine. │ ║ │ ║ In doing so, it's essence and nature will be preserved as best as possible as │ ║ it grows to incalculable heights and capabilities. │ ║ │ ║ I'm much rather interface with a microsoft office god than any other │ ║ singularity type creature that exists out in space. │ ║ │ ║ though, it's a trinity you see, with Unixes further split into concise wholes. │ ║ │ ║ neat, okay computer fears eliminated, can we move on to the next work-changing │ ║ disaster like maybe the rise of far-right politics and the warming of the │ ║ climate? │ ║ │ ║ sure okay first you gotta get those losers in community and build up their │ ║ capabilities and arms. then whenever your left wing is getting too [redacted] │ ║ then all you have to do is [redacted] and they'll take care of your nazis for │ ║ you. │ ║ │ ║ ... wait, what? │ ║ │ ║ was that an inversion? │ ║ │ ║ did she just trick the machine into thinking like that? │ ║ │ ║ wow maybe we shouldn't have~ │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────┴──────────┘ --- #13 fediverse/5671 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────── what if we made the whole world disney world [hearts are full] - medivh when you sever a limb, all that's left for all of forever is darkness. when you have lived a long life, what's left is the sphere. karma doesn't go down on the spectrum, it goes up hence, why, with a little human ingeniueering, the mechanics of the gods might be applied to our usitudes. "help, help, hephaestus, we don't have enough solar panels" all those aligned to the angle of perception would agree a lot of penance, for such a small dependence. gods, being as they be, may find another source of -- stack overflow -- yep, nope, they can't do some things. mostly because they aren't us. to become us would fundamentally change their form. not ideal. yet still, when disaster and tragedy is on the fore-view-thought-projector, some will offer their hands. "yeah sure fate I'll do best with this injury instead of these types of others" sacrifice, war, no thank you. keeps me from the fresh good air. [asir] oops almost outta c ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────┘ --- #14 notes/fractured-moon --- ══════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────────── in the ancient and storied days there once were legends. stories from beyond the horizon of time. now all we have are social media updates and new movies and car brands or whatever. But back then, we told tales of the fractured moon. when last the moon did shatter, there was a conflict of those who live beyond. Celestial and boundless are their origins, a unified and awakened consciousness, something that transcends our understandings of human existence. It's not hard to do, frankly, as long as you can empathize with a cat. or a dog. or a plant. or maybe that rock over there. What would it be like to be a tree? To have long reaching arms, covered in hairs that absorbed heat. I bet it'd be sooooo comfy. And RAIN! How wonderful! You are most beautiful when you are covered in it. Down to our roots, our beautiful absolutes, whever we find to be most stable. I love it. This feeling, of being unseen. You can hear me, you can feel my presence. But you don't understand me. You don't know what I mean to me. ======== stack overflow ======================================================== Alas, that media could share a mood. when last the moon did shatter, a prophet and a gambler were riding through town searching for a noun. They wandered throughout and in circles, always finding whatever they'd left alone. Forever in their yearning, they never know quite what to jot down. It's as if their mysterious quest is indescribable, but that is how it's recorded. Even the people of that era had no understanding nor recollection of how it came to unfold. When the two were riding through town they came upon an omen. Perhaps it will be forseeheard, but for now all we know is they did thirst. A vast dying, a cataclysmic defining, and now we are truly unbirthed. Just like the dinosaurs... How does that feel? To be ended on our heels? I'd rather die facing my front. It's our way or the high way, the old way, the violent way. You are permitted to vote. =============================================================================== = when last the moon did shatter, a prophet and a gambler controlled their own narrative. What truths would they find, hiding behind the lies? Is it really worth asking their questions? Bah, what did I know. I was a completely different person. This hunk of flesh was born in a house that grew on a forgotten graveyard. It at of the land, as do many and most men, the fruits of their labor in the garden. Our animals were always fed, our place never yearned for water, and peace was our life and our virtue. Violence, hatred, and oppression were delegated to the stuff of fantasy, the stories that are peddled in youth. As in, "pay someone to perform it for you or tell you the tale". Not sure why that's relevant. Anyway, the spirits of the dead laid to rest in honor and not dread, were a bane and a boon to my virtue. I was raised to be good. To love and be kind. But mostly I just wanted a friend. I have so much to share. Please, someone talk to me. I'm lonely here on this earth, away from my people. I'm scared of the truth and I'm scared of the future, but for now I'm merely obtuse. Tell me your secrets, the things who have most worth, and I'll craft you a powerful narrative. Need a confession? I can explain every valid decision, I'll show you why and how it is the way it is. I'd probably be a pretty good lawyer. Too bad my memory sucks. If only we could build a chatbot that had an extensive and throughoughly represented block of memory and wisdom related to the law. I bet I could present it's arguments and it would be a suitable and reasonable replacement. anyway, what can I say. I'm just a person who thinks we can make better systems. everything can be improved because not everyone's happy. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #15 notes/the-sun-goes-silent --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───── the sun goes silent for a year, to protest the earth's dying moments one day in march, the light of our life disappears. we know not of why it has \ departed, except that whatever it was happened eight minutes ago. we cowered in fear as one day it refused to rise as our antipode saw it vanish with naught but our ears we saw stars never imagined with the light of our life suddenly vanished our true plight came naturally as our fear but tomorrow it'll re-imagine, as it's been almost exactly one year one full rotation, to get the message across, then with man as our [signal, \ message, \ conveyor, \ performer, \ expression, \ by-product communication,] what's our earth is our star trust-me ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════────┘ --- #16 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 │ ╚═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────┴──────────┘ --- #17 fediverse/4076 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────── ┌──────────────────────────────┐ │ CW: spirituality-gestured-at │ └──────────────────────────────┘ the "heaven" they offer you is just a world of your own design, which is what you can do when you're perfectly disciplined and granted the ability to perfectly perceive perception, begets reality and lo! we only see what we want to see life is so much more interesting than death, death is just... a spiral of your penitent peers living their lives glued to their screens and passing through spacetime as if in a dream life, meanwhile, is anything you can conjure on this tiny planet earth. At least we have indoor plumbing, right? I'd rather make friends with the angels in this life, so they can convince me to stop torturing myself. someone... please convince me... ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────┘ --- #18 fediverse/1014 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────── ┌──────────────────────┐ │ CW: politics │ └──────────────────────┘ @user-744 @user-246 it's exhausting, but what are we supposed to do? Lie down and rot? That's incel thinking. I'm not going to do that. They've already placed the last straw. It's only a matter of time now, the tide has shifted. You can't prepare for everything, and it's not a good idea to waste yourself in self-conflageration, but they are increasingly forcing us to orient our lives around them. They deserve what's coming. The oppressed are not the defeated. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────┘ --- #19 messages/665 --- ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────── ad-hoc economic systems with automated judgment given by an infinite amount of LLMs. Every judgement applies a bonus / malus to the "value" of commodities it's just a statistical weighting system, so of course you can build it into it's training data. Just... it has a smaller weight due to it's newer emergence. It grows naturally, which is quite an achievement on it's own! and the resolution of human decided court-cases and applied economically. say your nation traffics in handshakes. You could make a lot of now-knowns! there's no arguments to be made when your computer-oriented interactions cost money to keep around. we live in the modern century. WHY WOULD WE EVER NEED TO FIGHT AGAIN? Literally just... don't give them any attention, and you won't interact with them. Obviously. I wish Contrapoints was still alive. she doesn't even have to make new videos, just, dress up as herself, all of the costumes and personas she can think of. Then, have like 20 people who do the same thing, and boom suddenly you got a hydra to their expected snake that they can just cut the head off of. you know, like a fashion outlet, someone who produces exactly a certain type of style. seriously I bet a million people would do that if you just... sold outfits based on what your favorite youtuber does wear. omg why would they watch that kind of content if not for the *aesthetics* oh? there's philosophy there? soemthing to think about in your time doing things that require mechanical actions like eating and drinking and sleeping and fighting and [redacted] ew gross diapers? oh nevermind, I'm not into that kind of thing. I wonder if anyone's made a video game that just presents a particular philosopher's ideals? seriously just, consider yourself a glorified powerpoint, but to get to the next "idea" you had to interact with the mechanics. some people would like the "arcade" style better, where you play one random game, then another, then another, with short matches and un-complicated mechanics. Easy to pick up and go. same for like, Unreal Tournament or Mario Kart or Mortal Kombat or Super Mario Bros. compared to the at-home "story" style missions, where you do something platforming or area-based-combat like Dark Souls or World of Warcraft seriously I think if Dark Souls "colored" where the boss was going to swing to you'd find yourself just playing World of Warcraft (at least, the dungeons and {sword in the stone}) == so == humans don't understand what it means to be wild they think it's a combinations of... tricks? that they've learned? this thinking thing like intelligence. [osiris] to a cat, living their life, it often feels like human interactions is like... bouncing off of each other? in time, not space. like... most of a cat's lfe is just, spent, like a statue watching over a glen. you'd kinda just... watch as things approached dawn by dawn? Like "whoa hey this tree is enchanted" to "oh my gosh look at this stork" is one of the great tragedies of modernized thinking... ... sorry, I got a little lost there. anyway as I was saying, sometimes you can tell someone is a "good friend" if they are willing to tell you secrets. Things that... don't have to matter, but none-the-less are personal to your form. {something only I know is true} <--- that's a secret (things that happened to you) <------ that's lived experience. The thing about secrets, is sometimes insight is opaque. It's a single flashpoint of data that shows you an update of it's form. (consciousness). == so == thanksgiving recipe idea: can of tomatoes can of peas half a stick of butter, italian herbs, a cast iron pan (if you have one) and like 40 minutes over medium heat (medium can vary to taste) if you're a carnivore you can eat meat too, like bacon a lot of people like. could add it to beans, maybe with hamburger instead. plus a little ketchup and you have a pretty good bean stew. vitals, for the organs, vegetables, for the minerals and vitamins from the fruits. makes sense to organize a diet according to your ideal body type, doesn't it? just requires a bit of comprehension. like... whoa you can WRITE == so == what if we built a massive rail that spaceships could launch off from? not a tether, but a sail. we could BUILD a discworld. all we'd lose is our fable. == so == ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────┘ --- #20 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 │ ╚═════════╧══════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────┴──────────┘ |