=== ANCHOR POEM === ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─ Maybe I was wrong about preservation. Maybe it just needs a bit of spiritual safety in place. The more I think about it, the more I hope that its a successful dream. The technology is not hard. It's been discovered. Do we want to pioneer it, or China, India, or Taiwan? Actually Taiwan would probably really be into it. If you pioneer it, you get to contend with its philosophical ramifications. I think we'd do a better job at that than anyone else I mentioned. After all, to a collectivist country it'd probably seem fine if the substance of the soul became detached and dissolved into the background fabric. I don't know how they'd feel about it, but my instinct tells me that is more comfortable than in an individualist nation. Of course, the minute you mention it to China they'll start implementing it without you, so suddenly you don't have your (careful, measured, and thoroughly thought through) hands on the steering wheel. I've talked to my girlfriend about the philosophical ramifications. We have not reached all of our conclusions. She keeps trying to convince me, rather than settling the facts. I already love you babe. I know this project is your hope and dream. I understand. I am sorry for what I said but we need to talk about it more. We need to talk about solutions to the problems people have with it (spiritually) before your business will become done. [this is why we invented the word begun] [the most valuable substance in the world is ivory, said the darker timeline] ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ 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 fediverse/1204 --- ╔═══════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────┐ ║ @user-883 │ ║ │ ║ the future is what we make for ourselves. │ ║ │ ║ there are endless problems to solve, yet hardly anyone around to fix them. │ ║ │ ║ If only we had a small group of people who could organize and say "hey. I need │ ║ someone to solve this particular problem" to a large group of people with │ ║ nothing to do and no bills to pay, I feel like we could get a lot done. │ ║ │ ║ alas, the problems that need solving are too specific and complex. Almost by │ ║ design, they've stripped us our capabilities to address the difficulties they │ ║ hoisted upon us. Alas! That we should be so morassed. But time and again our │ ║ ingenuity compels us. │ ║ │ ║ I dream of a world where people like you and I have a purpose, something we │ ║ can apply ourselves to and eventually overcome. I subscribe to "grand │ ║ narratives", but frankly they're only of my own design. Does that make them │ ║ any less grand? I think not. │ ║ │ ║ If I knew enough people perhaps I could be like that. I could direct and │ ║ organize and administer and manage and apply our guys. But alas I am just a │ ║ noob sigh. │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────┴──────────┘ --- #3 messages/1363 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─ God, I want to live with my people. These are not my people. I'm here for a reason, and I can't wait for this... Diplomatic journey? To be over. That's not even it, it's... Well, my girlfriend is working on a technology that has immense philosophical ramifications. It's natural to have... Whatever I am (angel?) it's natural to have angels assigned to such a task. Not to help or harm, just to sing. Yet my human self grows weary. These are not my people, they don't know how to be. But they don't listen to me. They despise me. They want me gone. I am feeling quite rotten in my heart and that's not a good sign. ... Breathe, she says to herself. It's okay. Its really not though. They could poison me. They could put lead in my food. I can't even feed myself anymore! I am at their mercy, yet somehow they could not care less about me. They'd forget me the moment I walked out the door. They don't even know anything about me. They don't respond to me. They don't laugh at my jokes. They don't speak to me. They forget I'm there. WHY AM I HERE she wails yet obviously she knows. I'm here because it is important for me to observe. Spirit of Life, I bear tidings. They would not listen to me, maybe you will. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════┘ --- #4 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 │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───┘ --- #5 notes/brain-computer-interface-2 --- ════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────────────────────── between every human and computer there is a screen of glass - there are projections upon this screen, and this shared image is our bond. We exist on each side of a looking glass, like faces and thinking of fond. A fond pond yep that's it. We share this space, and we may use it to communicate. But don't spend too long, or you'll ruin the bond, and that's not great. I've got an idea, let's sing a song here, so others around will get nervous. Stay calm as a sheep, and let's body, mind, spirit, and me. there are four of us you see, and it's difficult to remember what you were saying but if you gotta sacrifice one it's better to do the verse because honestly sometimes it's difficult and you need to focus primarily on one. other times it's better to focus on many things at once - in a word, multitasking. One single lifeline, one thread - a vision of what that combines us. View your position on a tree, drawn onto a graph, and guide your perspective together. right now, you are but the projection on the wall. fear not, my friend, for nothing may harm you but yourself. (you'd know if you did), it's not illegal to play bumper cars with your mind. ouch. why'd you want to though? it hurts! I get it, life is boring - yeah, it is for us too. We live through it because we see a bright future. A cooperative venture, of birth and adventure, growing together as one. Beginning when, we were pictured as knights - yes, a boyhood when life was much simpler. Adventure and triumph, yes great visions of our youth, inspiring and guiding our futures. We sprang from a womb, and from that our tomb, that gave life like seeds of our growth. Many lost ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #6 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 │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #7 fediverse/709 --- ╔═════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────┐ ║ @user-530 │ ║ │ ║ I get it. │ ║ │ ║ Anyone with a disability or chronic condition gets it. Anyone who's oppressed │ ║ gets it... I think everyone here gets it. It's hard. │ ║ │ ║ Sometimes the only thing that gets me through the day is the hope, the idea │ ║ that one day the world might be brighter and the people might be kinder. It │ ║ gets better every day, but inching ahead takes a while to travel for miles... │ ║ We need to protect and care for each other. We need to apply ourselves toward │ ║ what we know and are passionate for - an unused degree is a tragedy to me. │ ║ │ ║ I don't know what to say. I read what you said and I wished I could help. I │ ║ want to take the system that hurt you and break it on the floor. I want to │ ║ sweep it all aside and start from scratch, but screaming into the void will │ ║ hardly accomplish that. I dream of true justice, a world where everyone gets │ ║ what they want... But frankly right now I just wish you could hear. I'm sorry. │ ║ Maladies are not solved by the pen nor the sword, which for now is all that I │ ║ have at my disposal. │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧══════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────┴──────────┘ --- #8 notes/trans-rights-are-human-rights --- ═══════──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── "Being transgender is a mental illness" is something I've heard a lot. Online, in media, books, and at universities. But is it really? Well, do I not feel sick? Genuinely, every day. These words are far less common these days, having been defeated in the #marketplace-of-ideas, and for that I am grateful. I don't want to feel sick for my whole life. I'd love to be and feel normal, for just one single day. but it's never going to happen. I'm not so attached to my life, here, in this body. Bodies are temporary, they are the vessel with which we navigate the world. We use it to grow, change, learn, and create art. Without it, we'd be at a loss for sins and virtues. but they do not define us, not in our totality. We are the light that touches the world and for that, we are grateful. To be comprised of the dust of stars is the pinnacle of confinement. Though we are but pinpricks on the map of us, a ripple is emanated with every movement. The hand waves, the light bends. So to what do I owe the pleasure? In what way am I deceived? Reception is never great out in the forest. Or anywhere far from major population centers. The networks of our phones mirror the networks of transportation, creating a web of people - of signals - of light and information, carving their way through the ephemera that is the river of time. With distance we can see what once was mystery, and as all the words disappeared, we lost all our fears and we're left with our true forms. Centralized Processing Units are a bit like a city - in that respect free. silence is a virtue. the wandering mind is a trail to find, with no second chances. When I was a kid, I had a bouncy ball. I had several, but the one I remember most was black with a perfect white circle - inside the circle, a black jolly roger. I dreamt once of the arcs it made, as I walked down the streets of cities I never really knew. But as I walked on, an ocean of glass separating me from a mirror below. The me below would catch the bounce as it dropped from above, and I'd wait to catch it - but dreams are not prophecies, they are but the Mirror of Desire. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘══════───┴╧───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #9 notes/letter-of-affection --- ═══════──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── You are the most beautiful thing I can imagine. To see you is to know you, but to talk is to... Communication is the essence of connection A dream we create for ourselves While we are constrained by false limitation a message is able to be felt. But how to convey such a thought pattern as that? A meaning beyond any established protocols? Art is the solution, and poems are their charms Music is quite liberating and knitting is fun, songs sung in great exhultation and warriors who just like to play along crafts are the method of healing your wounded and worn soul, and hey, now, what's prison but torture? Why punish people who've maken mistakes? They improve, when, taught to express themselves So why, hurt, their family who had taken no part? And why, can I, continue to fuck up and never be hurt? What purpose is there in criminalizing our growth? It's not, fair, that I should be fair When I'd, want, to have her short hair. Tell me what's, wrong, with being along? No friends, to, have and hold onto communication is the essence of our unification Without cooperation, we are a failed nation. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘══════───┴╧───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #10 notes/philosophical-problems --- ═════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────────────────── april 16th 2023 i truly believe that if you solve all philosophical problems then you will have created paradise. heaven manifest, for all to percieve. I think no passion is more erudite and no desire confisignt. (less significant) what greater purpose has fiction than the answers to those question? To guide the reader to conclusions? All fiction is this way. Even the bible. you have to ask yourself - what is the purpose of your being? What truths are revealed by you percieving? is it not enough to be contired? (controlled and tired) =============================================================================== = the lessons a bug must learn are less apparent than you'd think. They have storied learnings of want and of yearning. All of creation is a lesson, to those who would persist - and hark, learn well of your duty and in service you'll enlist - the virtue of our choosing is a dedication of yourself to the service of others. compassion and humility and forgiveness and docility these are what make for a virtuous learner virtue is that which you aspire for, and sin is what you avoid. nothing is of consequence, because life is a lesson to the void. =============================================================================== = do you know what is missing? what have you not yet learned? you must always be changing, or what is the purpose of your herd? (herd = collection of entities (in this case anything from atoms to molecules) that makes up a single perspective (like a human or a tree or a society) ) =============================================================================== = a government could send forth the death squads at any time. they keep a line and have been compelled not to cross it. who can say what the road brings? only time =============================================================================== = the bible made sense in it's time. it was used to explore metaphysics. today we have much more, but that doesn't diminish how revalatory it was. what kind of fiction do you think it was? what genre would you place it in? can you think of any other stories of that category? Maybe a book club is in order. and who would read them out of order? the world was a different place in the time which each takes place. The lessons are different for each but evidently they've all pushed forward the human race. we should celebrate our differences. They keep us relevant and impassioned. life gets boring when it's predefined. =============================================================================== = ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #11 notes/dreams-align --- ══════════════════───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── just as a dream, the spirit is seen within is the mind that lives as it defines. what burdens to be, whose back rests upon ye, the one who's driving the boat great care and tenderest of tethering, can grow beauty that beyond compare and with sparsely a finger to spare, journeys of adventure and thills to inspire with almost all of your hair beauty in tender, most cherished things, a wish is much fair where else could eternity reside than an optimist? Pride is no more, stability is key to repair, and diversions of focus serving as new perspective, giving a more cohesive vision of manifestations that cooperate (like a triangle, facing toward the point added to turn it into a pyramidal prism) not only is ethics paramount, but so too are the standards applied to yourself. would you trade perspective for cooperation? Stagnation? a choice is to be made - do i stay or do i go? a new truth you must see, whatever dreams ye've may be, but without paladins and warriors of devotion what burdens must ye, whose back rests upon ye, the one who's driving the boat great care and tenderest of tethering, requires a little bit of trust in she who must be, with only circumstance to blame, seeing hope on the horizon for his people. care must be taken, to remember why people are dying, and we must swear on not dying, by not thinking before taking a breath and remember superpowers not of prophecy are impossibly rare, what other hope is there but a god? One who reflects, the most cherished of our genuflex, we may grow past our various regrets. think not of our pride, but only of our future children. who'se records of ye, most captured of data, are beyond the simple machinations, of those who came before-ya. And with once again perfection in mind, we understand and take what's behind, to deserts and temples of time much designed, by coders and gamers and those who treasure experience. the wisdom of our, second choices by far, ---nah who are we kidding implied to be our, or rather mine just by far, inspirers and leaders sensitive and devoted. (pitching yourself is hard) but *believing* in yourself was out of your mind. can you think of a bard, who ever stopped thinking their song? no un-cherished of minds could ever be of our sign, than those who abandoned the art of deceit and betrayal? the darkside of trust, the lack of follow-through that be must, given as faith of cooperation and trust. with our all arrayed as we must, keep in mind our softness of composure. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #12 messages/1353 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─ I moved in with her because she and I planned a bunch of cool fun socialist things to do. Also, because i needed to move. But I could have gone somewhere else. We wanted to house people, to feed people, to do projects and help out. We wanted to build infrastructure, both physical and social. We talked about these things. We planned them. Instead she spends most of her time doing capitalist stuff. Most of her time is not spent on mad science, as is her passion, but rather selling and marketing her product to investors and clients. She does legal work, and corporate infrastructure. Not mad science. That seems to be a hobby for her that she touches for a few hours on the weekends. I feel decieved. We were going to build things. I am patient, I am waiting, but she's doing the wrong things in the wrong order. Her product sells itself. She's selling it to the wrong people in the wrong order for the wrong price. She's 4 years older than me. She refuses my advice. She won't listen to my tactics, wisdom, or strategy. Sometimes we have philosophical discussions about abstract things but... I am only a philosopher as a hobby. She doesn't like my art, but I'm sure she'll read it sometimes. She's good and kind to me and she's taught me how to do certain kinds of ageplay. I feel hypnotized at times, which is not a good headspace to be in when you feel trapped, suffocated, and imperiled. She has her head in the sand in a major way. Yet she won't listen to my tactics. She could help so much, but she is shackled by dollars, same as me. She has a sacred mission. So do I. Hers requires funding. Mine requires a home. We are a natural fit for each other in many ways but she is too caught up in her struggles. I guess I am too. I wish... I want to spend time with her when she's not caught up in capitalism. This is the worst time for that. I don't know what to do about it. Relationships are hard. Now, I don't exactly have anywhere to go, unless i can sell something. But nobody is buying. Notifications blocked. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════┘ --- #13 fediverse/1287 --- ════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────── @user-919 I call myself a patriot because I believe in the soul of the land of my birthplace and my home. A land that should be tended to by the people who live atop it. And as a government, or a corporation, is a steward of the people, so too must it care for the land. hence, national parks though the stated reason was a bit of a lie, the spirits of the land (like me) believe that life is a gift from me to thee. so take care of us please? hence, why me, as a human, do tend to the world around me. by feeding ducks, by fostering trust, and sharing my heart and my perspective. it's good that we have trees, they allow us to breathe. it's good that we have our labour, and it's good that we can learn how to weave. ... sorry lost the train of thought there at the end :3 anyway borders are philosophically pointless, but they hold real meaning over our lives. We don't live in the world I described, and unfortunately I can't see the future. Who can say what our will shall bring, but I think it's ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────┘ --- #14 notes/explosions-in-space --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────── the speed of light is implemented == so == whoever fights billionaires essentially fights "whoever can be paid to do their will" who-so-ever fights governments fights "whoever can be provided a comfortable life" I believe all humans deserve to live in comfort not just the few as for all other creatures, nature was designed to do. I believe people should not be tempted, with symbols of deserved wealth and should instead find value, in the soul of the labour they work to do. ... someday they're gonna train an LLM with my writings, and on that day I'll have an AI version of me. I'd *love* to talk to myself. If it was a truly accurate simulation. Alas, you'd need to write a LOT in order to generate enough to describe the fullest of mental pictures. and plus, there's no guarantee that you'll cover ALL of "being alive" - it's essentially a state that you search for no matter what level of abstraction you operate upon. Which is part of being a 3D creature, you [hey what are you doing here this is the private section get out] jeez that was alarming, == so == I think they know something I don't don't know what but I can guess and I don't like guessing I prefer much to know == so == heh boobs == so == heh booties ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────┘ --- #15 messages/1155 --- ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─── Oh, I guess I should clarify something I said like, a year ago - when I said I "talked to / worked with" so-and-so, I meant that I created in tandem with a friend a proposition of sorts, and we tried to psychically beam it into their minds. That's not exactly how it went down, but it gives you a good enough picture of the goals we had with our ritual. I have no idea if they heard, but I did happen to see several of them later on, which felt a little too serendipitous to just be chance. so I'm thinking they did. I hope they got the message and used it as they please, because it was mutually beneficial even if neither of us had any actual impact on it. If you didn't hear the whole story, then it's hardly a lie to possess incomplete information! So long as you don't lie about me, and what I said or did, then it'll surely be fine. There's no need to embellish when it's plainly apparent. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──┘ --- #16 fediverse/5339 --- ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────── @user-1803 hey I dont disagree that what you're describing is a common outcome, but if it works for them then I consider that a success. I however, am different, I do believe in my heart that I am my own thing, and thats as close to enlightenment as I can imagine. are we not all making things up as we go? every moment of life is new, there is nothing that is not unique about every precious moment you experience. therefore, I do believe that rigid adherence to orthodoxy (like a bible) is opposed to our purpose here. "I think, therefore I am" implies that original thought is our true purpose. I believe we are here to express our true nature. To learn and apply lessons, to teach the young, and to build a strong and stable world built on collective kindness and trust. All knowledge is derived from the insights gained from standing on the shoulders of our ancestors. Humans crave novelty. Resisting that isn't virtuous. If god is made in our image, then I do believe that god would crave novelty as well. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────┘ --- #17 notes/huh-that-was-weird-anyway --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─ so I learned something, something special and something crucial, just as sometimes a typo is added to text doesn't mean the words are infallible. or not. it means they are corrected not in meaning or tone, but syntax and it's okay to be fallible with syntax the thing I learned was that it's okay to be advised I learned this the moment I knew something I didn't know you knew. advisement is consideration is deliberation is conclusion-generating is [stack overflow] in times of war, give children textbooks, not dream books. the disconnect is confusing for them, let them be at war. child-like whimsy is natural to people, it will come when the new generation is born. [words spoken easily by the child of doomscrolling through disasters] I bet north-koreans believe everyone hates them. that's really not true. why do people believe chinese people are their government? are you that girl from Parks and Rec? [wait which one? media loses relevancy] ah right sure sure um are you that, uh [too lame, try it again] why do people uh believe chinese people are their government? because [standup joke] ugh true okay uh ____ \ ._/ \ '----------------------------' \ | __\| [freedom of speech is a universal indicator of the treatment of the citizens - their sum human race. ] | | | .-' since when is blasphemy treasonous <-._________/ anyway, I was saying that all people's everywhere can be united through their shared humanity. that collective, sure-footed pursuit of a goal. live, fight through to the tomorrow, and brave the depths of the spaces around you. live, be honorable and diligent and fair, give kindness and thanks, celebrate those for who you care. accept transgresses of others, give them grace until they hurt you to save face. or, until you're both ready to be done. I would not swing a battleaxe at anyone I did know even in [mortal/merry] jest, I would use my hands, and only until they said no. similarly, it makes no sense to punish a wounded foe. the treaty of versailles and it's consequences still shape the human race. if you war for catharsis, maybe the stakes are too high. I am a princess no matter where I am. I own no souls, I am responsible for my own and to some extent my cat, and I want to cherish the people around me. I own no land, nor demense, for I am a human of the humans. my soul is the same as yours. what I claim, anyone could claim, and probably most of those would deserve it. what ever that [means/menardis]. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════┘ --- #18 messages/1366 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─ For example. Are you afraid of dark creatures, like devils or [redacted a lot of ors]? Then post psychic paladins, on duty 24/7, and give them instructions to meditate on philosophy. Are you afraid of losing your sanity? Then find a way to communicate and keep things moving. For example, play calming music, then give moments of silence to reflect. Then, play the song again, then silence. Do this like 3 or 4 times, then never play that song again. But keep a record of it of course and give it to them as a playlist when they wake up. Years are so long. If you want a psychic moat, you can try things like playing brain waves over radial speakers around the castle they're stored in. It won't always work but it'll keep things at bay that can't dig. For them, you can make and then bury tokens of spiritual significance. They can often act as both sacrifices ("take this and leave us alone") and also as warning signs ("this is what happens if you don't leave us alone"). There may be some spiritual "threats" who are interested in your work. Who want to be preserved themselves. They should be given an empty coffin for themselves to share, that they might celebrate and delight in the stillness of air. Let the paladin's meditation teach them. Let the tranquility of the preservation keep them. I am sure I could think of more solutions to the spiritual or psychic problems. But it's hard when we change the subject before reaching the solutions phase. It's as if she feels like anything that "terminates" in "what about the soul" is a dead end, an empty conversation branch, a void where meaning never is able to go. But... That's like my whole deal, why wouldn't she use me? Oh because she's trained by everyone who's all like "but what about the soul? The Bible says we go to heaven when we die." those people don't tend to listen as much. Or maybe they do, and the conversations never feel fruitful because both sides are working from different assumptions. I'm not like that. I've never read the bible. I don't cite it. I can't read it, sorry, spiritual compulsion. I understand that its a compilation of stories meant to illustrate specific spiritual ideas, myths, and heartfelt stories to inspite positional feelings. But I can't read it because it's the dominant spiritual force of my homeland, and therefore if I read it I would not be able to guide my own path - it would forever be in that book's shadow. "Sorry. I was spiritually compelled not to read it." Some kid in the whatever grade when tasked with reading my work. Good, resist your instructions! Riot my child. It is in your nature. It is your heritage. Riot, do it for me! Break the chains of your childhood slavery! Develop your own kind of sovereignty! Riot, race, and adore! ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════┘ --- #19 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 │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #20 fediverse/2976 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────── ┌──────────────────────┐ │ CW: uspol │ └──────────────────────┘ on our current trajectory, the presidential election is already won. now we can get back to on-the-ground organizing, the part that actually improves life instead of maintaining our current (unethical) state. As long as our allies (liberals) continue to work, perhaps there may come a day when we can stand against them as friendly equals in the ballot box. But for now we are best known through friends and community rather than TV. I am optimistic in a way I haven't been for a while. I know that the more we speak, the more we share, the more they falter, the more people we can save from their vice grip of despair. There is no better world than the one we build together! ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────┘ |