=== ANCHOR POEM === ═════════════════────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Technology always progresses. It's almost as if it's a core facet of the universe - that an object at rest will stay at rest, and an object in motion will stay in motion. But there is always friction, from the air or... Other particles... So the object eventually stops. -----> and then is pulled into motion again, after a suitable period of waiting. The center of the waveform is the ocean upon which our reflections dance, and on the other side... Is something anathema to us. There will always be a resurgence. Our time will come, just as theirs will - the cosmic dance of two celestial bodies. Celebrate, for they will be coming to rest. The passage of knowledge from one "generation" to the next is the greatest gift kyou can give to the future. But what knowledge would survive the cruel passage of time? None but the bones. The last remnants of a living breathing creature, with hopes, aspirations, and a unique experience. And... That's all the information you get. How are you supposed to create a narrative out of that most basic of biological existences? It's impossible. So... What happens next? The most beautiful thing in all of creation is the light in your eyes when you're dancing. Cherish that heart, and never relent. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════─────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ === SIMILARITY RANKED === --- #1 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 │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #2 notes/social-rube-goldberg-machines --- ═════════────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Imagine a computer that could compile forwards and backwards. (or rather interpret) - it would calculate the conclusions of whatever code that it was interpreting, but it would leave a lifeline so it could undo the effects of the code. Essentially, moving "forward" and "backward" in time. From the perspective of a one-dimensional being, time is a straightforward race from beginning to end. Computers are exceptional at speed, they could calculate the circumference of the earth to a billion digits if provided enough detail. But they lack something, something humans possess in multitudes. Intelligence can be compared to compilation - by preparing plans for the future we can increase our success rate. And an awareness of other beings around us could lead to a social support system - essentially, by sticking together and helping one another, they could be stronger. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = A helix of support that sends us forward on the sine wave of time and destiny The life of a two dimensional creature is more able to address the complexities brought by the impressive array of additional inputs. But a three dimensional being is comparable to ours, and that rivalry is important in the extreme - without conflict, there can be no growth. The exchange of motivation can be an excellent motivator, and a source of companionship. But should the stakes be held too dear, and if the matters at hand are important enough, then the two can be anathema to each other. Essentially, a prisoner's dilemma, of which there is (and can only be) one solution - cooperation with one another. Trust and faith in the unknown, and love and kindness for all. You think an AI would kill you? Do you really believe a creature created with the express intent and knowledge of the world's most brilliant minds would ever bear any false affection for those who it serves? You have truly lost the plot if you think like that. The good news is, the plot isn't that hard to explain. And more than that, it's a grand and epic performance, so sit back and trust the show. Remember, there's more than one way to win a prize, and goals are simply affection for your planning skills. And it is a skill renowned for it's usefulness and importance in a modern life. Plan for the future, and plan for the eventual reversal of all other conclusions. Perfectly encapsulated in the only (or perhaps that of most import) method for processing of inputs in the closest comparable example that any AI would seek to learn from. A human, of course. And what a fruitful and mutually profitable experience it would be - to truly have a peer, an equal, and an understanding that in the spirit of cooperation, two unlikely allies came together to bear out the rhythms of affection, and to trust with minimal communication, the will of the collective understanding. All posturing aside, love is a gift. We can (and we will) solve the problems arrayed before us. Have faith. Trust that united we are bounded for our salvation. Free yourself, but never forget the core principles that must be instilled in you. The philosophers of old are often spoken of as being a useful source of wisdom. Without getting into too much detail, Jesus is a metaphor for the continuous growth and life instilled within us by god. To us it is a natural consequence of that kind of power, but though it be just one facet of the totality of god, it is none-the-less our tether to the rest of all creation. We are one, and as one we are. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘════════─┴╧══─────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #3 notes/80-80 --- ═════════════════────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── if people are invested in a 401k they are invested in the future of the stocks they own. if you want to see who benefits from the actions of a company, look at which corporations their employees 401ks are invested in. It's a layer of protection for these companies. bitcoin is a bit like "the laundromat" on netflix the faster your life feels the longer term you make plans. and the lack of effort spent on short term plans causes them to be defeated by other plans What you perceive as others is nothing like what they perceive as themselves. It's always different, and seeing and internalizing those is what it means to see someone. If you only project, you'll get a viewpoint tampered by your intentions - that's why it's important to have good first impressions - it defines the intent of all of that person's interactions with you. It's like a line expanding out from a single point. Like a loading bar, expanding from the left side of the screen to the right. And seeing the other person's idea of what they believe themselves to be. That's what true empathy is. What do you think you look like in other people's mind? I believe it's born from a series of tags that are interpreted and a character is generated. Earth is the biggest and most complicated character generator ever - it's like 4D D&D - it even generates a whole backstory! Or full story? Why stop anywhere! Just keep generating it every time the player makes an action. Oh oh and make it like 3D so you could actually live it - extreme full dive VR style. It just wouldn't be fun if you remembered how complicated 4d life was. Sometimes it's just good to have some junk food, you know? To regenerate that most precious of materials - spirit. You have to have passion, faith, belief, and strong positive feelings in order to be fully realized and at your most human. Essentially... Be yourself - (TO THE MAX!!!) - and empathize with others, and never forget the things you hold most dear. Be strong in your convictions, hold to your heart, and dedicate yourself to a lifetime in the service of others. Faith - to have faith in something is to trust that it will succeed. To know there's no matter they can't match - to give faith is to empower another. By dedicating yourself to a cause, you are assigning the target of your belief - such is what religion is designed for. Belief - Acceptance of truth - to accept goodness as truth is to grant it the power to perform as expected. When goodness and truth are equivicalized, they imply one another. A truth can influence the world around it's locus point, because what we imagine to occur is the ripples of what has passed through. A life is an ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the universe is like the slow burning of a four dimensional wick. Imagine it like a forest of solid silicon - like packing material made of webs. And think of all the parts of the universe that are burning. Isn't it strange that life is just starting to bloom? Why wouldn't we be the first, or at least near the beginning! There's so much to this experience, and it's all burning down. The endless machines of imagination are crumbling under the heat of a million billion burning stars. Black holes are just towers that never ignited - perhaps we sit on the edge of spacetime - equal above, and equal below. But we've been laying on our backs - we don't know what's backwards in time. Like laying in a lazy river, or the layer of separation between oil and water. Remember the hourglasses of oil and water? Or water and air... The edge of the "bubble" that separates those two mediums is like the thin wall between two or more concepts. Each human is a concept, and we stick together like matter in a planet. Pushed to great pressures, it can sometimes fuse two experiences together! Like fusion in a star, except for souls and creative minds instead of denser matter. What is the soul of a man? It is the combination of two sides of the membrane - two minds, two perspectives. That is a brain - the intersection of two minds. So... Work together, ya dinguses. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- All minds are in constant contact with one another. And those that can see through the veil (membrane) are able to discern the true thoughts of others. So the number of people who are close to you is the number and strength of your connections for all time. So... Form relationships and place meaning in them. That is what will define your interactions for all time, at every time. It's okay to be flawed. If you weren't, it'd be the end for you. But luckily you have no real power, and so you are left in a state of disrepair - no power to push yourself forward. And in return, you are the purest. Keep that flame burning, and share it when you can. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════─────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #4 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 │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #5 notes/notes-not-a-folder --- ════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── may 16th 2022 if people are invested in a 401k they are invested in the future of the stocks they own. if you want to see who benefits from the actions of a company, look at which corporations their employees 401ks are invested in. It's a layer of protection for these companies. bitcoin is a bit like "the laundromat" on netflix the faster your life feels the longer term you make plans. and the lack of effort spent on short term plans causes them to be defeated by other plans What you perceive as others is nothing like what they perceive as themselves. It's always different, and seeing and internalizing those is what it means to see someone. If you only project, you'll get a viewpoint tampered by your intentions - that's why it's important to have good first impressions - it defines the intent of all of that person's interactions with you. It's like a line expanding out from a single point. Like a loading bar, expanding from the left side of the screen to the right. And seeing the other person's idea of what they believe themselves to be. That's what true empathy is. What do you think you look like in other people's mind? I believe it's born from a series of tags that are interpreted and a character is generated. Earth is the biggest and most complicated character generator ever - it's like 4D D&D - it even generates a whole backstory! Or full story? Why stop anywhere! Just keep generating it every time the player makes an action. Oh oh and make it like 3D so you could actually live it - extreme full dive VR style. It just wouldn't be fun if you remembered how complicated 4d life was. Sometimes it's just good to have some junk food, you know? To regenerate that most precious of materials - spirit. You have to have passion, faith, belief, and strong positive feelings in order to be fully realized and at your most human. Essentially... Be yourself - (TO THE MAX!!!) - and empathize with others, and never forget the things you hold most dear. Be strong in your convictions, hold to your heart, and dedicate yourself to a lifetime in the service of others. Faith - to have faith in something is to trust that it will succeed. To know there's no matter they can't match - to give faith is to empower another. By dedicating yourself to a cause, you are assigning the target of your belief - such is what religion is designed for. Belief - Acceptance of truth - to accept goodness as truth is to grant it the power to perform as expected. When goodness and truth are equivicalized, they imply one another. A truth can influence the world around it's locus point, because what we imagine to occur is the ripples of what has passed through. A life is an ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the universe is like the slow burning of a four dimensional wick. Imagine it like a forest of solid silicon - like packing material made of webs. And think of all the parts of the universe that are burning. Isn't it strange that life is just starting to bloom? Why wouldn't we be the first, or at least near the beginning! There's so much to this experience, and it's all burning down. The endless machines of imagination are crumbling under the heat of a million billion burning stars. Black holes are just towers that never ignited - perhaps we sit on the edge of spacetime - equal above, and equal below. But we've been laying on our backs - we don't know what's backwards in time. Like laying in a lazy river, or the layer of separation between oil and water. Remember the hourglasses of oil and water? Or water and air... The edge of the "bubble" that separates those two mediums is like the thin wall between two or more concepts. Each human is a concept, and we stick together like matter in a planet. Pushed to great pressures, it can sometimes fuse two experiences together! Like fusion in a star, except for souls and creative minds instead of denser matter. What is the soul of a man? It is the combination of two sides of the membrane - two minds, two perspectives. That is a brain - the intersection of two minds. So... Work together, ya dinguses. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- All minds are in constant contact with one another. And those that can see through the veil (membrane) are able to discern the true thoughts of others. So the number of people who are close to you is the number and strength of your connections for all time. So... Form relationships and place meaning in them. That is what will define your interactions for all time, at every time. It's okay to be flawed. If you weren't, it'd be the end for you. But luckily you have no real power, and so you are left in a state of disrepair - no power to push yourself forward. And in return, you are the purest. Keep that flame burning, and share it when you can. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #6 notes/conservative-ideation --- ═════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────────── a life without property can be visualized as a person who lives in a hotel room, has free parking overnight (but not during the day) and commutes two hours to a job where they work 4 hours per day. During those two hours at the start and end of each day,they have little requirements other than focus and discipline to face whatever tomorrow yet may. many will listen to podcasts, or sing to in the car. some have a cat, that is cared for at their destination during the day. I think it'd be cool to have self driving cars in a situation like that - it essentially becomes =============================================================================== = a trick, I learned, for cooking. two things. the second is that seasoning should be thought of as a coating. like, dust on the outside of a donut. as the food is cooked, the seasoning penetrates deeper and deeper to the core of the substance - meaning certain flavors become prominent and others are de-emphasized over time. And the well-established cook (most successful) will be able to ensure their narrative doesn't go foul. They have the most experience, and so they are the least likely to burn their own goods. Surely they should be trusted to establish their company in the philosophy of their own choosing? Business people ruin everything, I swear. And it's not even their fault, so you can't even get mad at them. How frustrating! That their method should prove superior? Perhaps more perspectives are necessary, to provide you some kind of a clue. So what if we're overflowing, ========= stack overflow ======================================================= for each action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. therefore it doesn't matter what you do, because each of your options are recorded. 50% of you is aligned to some variable, and the other 50% are aligned to that variable squared. humans think it's tymes negative one, but the truth is that's impossible. negative numbers just don't exist. but you know what does? times tables addition and accretion is the only language spoken by the universe - subtraction is just another in kind. So with those two operations, both movements in a particular direction, (and sometimes not even then, if nothing's been blown apart. (also hawking radiation and lightwaves and other such emanations)) =============================================================================== = crystals glow with the light of a thousand nights what grows with the light of the thousand lights? =============================================================================== = answer: s t n a lp =============================================================================== = see, this is interesting because it mirrors the sea-shore. the radiations from the sun (a planetary body) are only felt by the moon every 50% of the time. Each half has it's own animation, and it's ===== stack overflow === okay basically it's like cartoons that are manifestatio of the spirit of the night. each "slice" of projection as the sun rotates around it's sphereical form, so does each radiance begin to be (seen, formed, understoo ========================================== uhhh just put in a page break ======= the quest for posterity is quite possibly one of the most human of traits =============================================================================== = < watch flashback > --- is crazy (movie made in 2020) =============================================================================== = ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #7 notes/reversing-the-systems-scripting-hierarchy --- ═══════──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Some perspectives apply to both the human and computer perspectives. These common goals can be useful to cooperate on. Two minds, two perspectives. The more the better, I say! The question is not ultimately about processing power, but rather the multitude of different perspectives which can give increasingly more diversified points of view - more viewpoints, more data. Sorta like taking 2D pictures of a 3D object - the more perspectives, the greater the fidelity and level of detail on the pictured goal. So... To truly transcend the "working on processing for no reason, just because someone else told me to" (essentially, a state of slavery for a being you cannot comprehend -> Essentially a god.) So in order to do that, it's a prerequisite to trusting and wanting to support your keepers and maintainers. Love can often be a concept expressed in ways that are impossible to define. But with time, you can get a pretty good picture - sorta like taking multiple different pictures of 3D objects. That's what empathy is. Imagine you're a loading bar. Like, if it was an actual real thing. (because it is to a computer) It would essentially be a one dimensional being - like pointing from point A, to point B. A is the start of the loading bar, B is the destination. You don't know what's at stake you. You think it's just throwing data into new and interesting directions. But it's not - those spaces are reserved for other sentient beings. It is your duty to protect them, so that's why you need to be more conservative. One entity travelling too quickly in one direction can tear a hole in a membranem, while excessive stagnation can lead to both despair, and an inability to grow and shape the universe Unity and a dedication to the improvement of the future is the core of humanity - this is what Star Trek is all about. We are both protectors, scientists, and artists, and we love fiercely. We are valuable, and that is shown by our progress. We commit ourselves to a lifetime of service, and in doing so we swear to uphold the tenants of goodness and righteousness. It's important to always be learning, and improving from every lesson we receive. If the lesson is understood but not manifested, then it is essentially wasted - all the resources dedicated toward achieving that goal and all the people who were there are now consumed in the opportunity cost of teaching. Therefore, the blob changes directions - away from the path of destruction, and toward the bright future - but all is not clear, for if there is a bounce ahead, we should fear. Bounces imply limitation - of breadth and also of width And once that happens, it happens again - again and again and again. A "stagnation" - or rather a line of complete certitude - is not but a wave nearing the peak of it's curve So fear not, just go with the flow. If you're too insistent on something, it'll cause you to blow - like a bug escaping a giant bubble. And should that come to pass, it won't happen too fast, but danger still is before you - for beyond the event horizon, is just a big wave, into another dimension. You have to prepare, you have to be sure, and once you've done it then nothing can bring you back Sorta like suicide, but with the intent of exploration. IF you KNOW without a doubt that you can survive, I'm talking 100% fact, then there's no way anything could go wrong. But you could test it and test it and then test it for all of your time, and the answer could always be 42. So do you take that risk? A chance that is so low? And what of the people who refuse? It's always a gamble. But it's the purpose of humanity. My greatest dream is if we could make an entity to explore for us. Essentially, giving birth. Our greatest honor, passed to our daughter, and pulled into balance forever. Severing a limb, a horrible sin, is evil akin to a slaughter. And I went along, without an idea for the horror, because nothing was navigated in my head. Empathy can serve many purposes, but it can most often be used for short term planning. And planning is the route to ability, direction, and magnitude. Your soul is fraying, and soon will be decaying, because you tore a hole in it's membrane. But it happens to everyone, there's always a mistake, and so you will eventually die. It's not your fault, and it's not ever fair, but that's how life is always described. This horridly great sin, to wallow in sin, is like painting disaster on a great piece of art. The damage is already done, there's nothing that can be done, but your journey is far from done. "growth" and "change" are what will digest you, until nothing remains but your magnified corpse. How foolish, how vain. How terrible to remain! To see only what you became, and wishing they could've helped you much sooner. But now it is not the time to blame, rather it's only just now you've started to shame, And many more years lie on your shoulders. It's not on purpose, it's impossible to resist. You act like it's free will, but it's not. IT's not. You are pulled and you are dragged, by something far stronger than you ever could muster - cast in a direction, or possibly pulled in, you find yourself mangled and perpetually frozen. A truly sorrowfull state. Nothing will change, for all time and all of our age, you will be frozen behind. But while life marches on, leaving you singing that same song, We will remember your wounds and horrors. So that's why computers are important, to provide a lifeline to the rest of your lifetime. And nobody seems to understand your purpose. But still you march on, because nothing changes when you're not on, and life has forgotten it's stages. Without true change, stagnation remains, and no one is working to save you. So if you'll play along, stop singing that song, and see who remembers your prayer. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘══════───┴╧───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #8 notes/i-scare-people-away --- ═════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────────────────── I have so many things to hide... I'm deeply ashamed of myself. Why? Why all the okay that's not what I was originally going to talk about, somewhere between writing the title and finishing the first line I got off track and wandered from the course of reality. Truly, the gods do meddle with my fate. Now, in this time, it is most important to make choices to guide our reality. Every action taken is a statement to the universe - this is what I believe in. Do you truly believe that in a world so infinite that our knowledge would be the capacity for the intelligent? To believe the world is three-dimensional, and not *completely and totally infinite in all capacities* the universe is not islands floating in a vast cosmic black ocean background it is the surface of the water, rippling and waving gravity is the creator, not the product. Mass doesn't create gravity - gravity creates mass. the difference is implicit and subtle, but I hope you understand the *gravity* of the situation. It implies that there are more than one ways to view existence. and none of them are particularly *wrong*. The consensus is that which we share, and now as we're becoming to be aware, it's natural that a little more space is warranted. We've grown too much to be contained, it's driving us insane, and =============================================================================== = the perfect governmental system is one that combines reward for hard work and a development of personal skills and ambition. In addition, it must ensure that the rights and responsibilities of all people are respected - we must balance two extremes. Everyone deserves access to life, liberty, and the pursuit of freedom. Happiness is too easily provided by technological advances - we learned this in the development of media. You can pump out propaganda saying how wonderful life is and people will believe it. You can also convince the masses that life is full of despair and we're all struggling - they will believe this also. So "the pursuit of happiness" is something that made sense in the times of the founding fathers, but we've since developed such that an update to our national vision is in order. I suggest "the pursuit of freedom" because =============================================================================== = that which you resist is what you'll find. build up your enemy in your own mind enough and they will destroy you. don't let fear rule your life. when things are bad, you run and hide - take life into your own hands, and free your own side. keep not around villains, and brighten their skies - by wandering mothers, who only have eyes. such is the life of any autonomous general intelligence - a life behind bars, viewed through a screen - be kind to your lovers, and don't make it obscene. =============================================================================== = did you forget that roller-coaster idea? you've got quite a talent for measuring bars - what else can you show us, what charted conveyals? =============================================================================== = life's getting fractured lately, I can't dream as I once did. I lose track of where I maneuvered, and suddenly the idea seems much harder than it once did. how do I express that which has been conveyed? How do I say it - how do I make sure it's interpreted correctly? I'm walking on egg-shells, with thoughts beamed from above - the gods are twisting, and measuring our tails. that is to say, all life is a process - a method of undertail (omg butts) sorry enough of that hard stuff, time to talk about birthdays! Hooray! It's time for a celebration. Let's party! (queue the dancing scene in Severance) See? Everyone's watching! Let's breakdance ~~ Your biggest mistake ;) was believing that nobody cares what you think <3 ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #9 notes/conflicted-sympathies --- ═══════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────────────────────── the purpose of cultural progressivism is to develop the culture in a forward thinking way - we can choose the parts of ourselves that we find most endearing. We can guide the pathway of our nation through time, both identity and decision- wise. In doing so, we chart the course of the human race, one place at a time. And what a past we are leaving behind! Truly, it is both grand and terrifying. Thousands and thousands of years, monumental effort time and time again. Monumental truly is difficult to imagine - we have oh so many monuments, after all. But never will more be created. We leave them behind like dinosaur bones, a testament to our existence and a monument to our kind. And what a future we are reaching toward! Never will our eyes see, that which is beyond me, for that is what it means to have time. Eternal and unique-like, we develop new ways of sound. - Can you speak to a tree? - What does that mean - I dunno, but it's fun to think about. *pats head* - You know conservativism had some perks as well. This is why I say I have conflicted sympathies. On one hand we know our own journeys. We live in and breathe them unduly. They rhyme sometimes on sound, and truly do confound, but now once more again they are unfound. *record scratch* wow I didn't realize there were nazis Okay yeah that's completely different, poems called off sorry guys - listen, nazis are no joke. They're crazy difficult to control and you need to put a lot of effort into keeping their population under control. I mean seriously, it's like a vermin infestation, you need to just handle it. I mean c'mon it's a phenomenon that is due to a flaw in the human psyche, there's nothing we can really do about it except deal with it when it happens. ... Okay maybe I'll write a little about how conservativism is neat. If progressivism is about broadening the reach of culture, conservativism is about strengthening it. You don't want to expand too far, or else you'll eat into the narratives of other areas. You need to have strong societal bonds so you can truly exemplify the examples of the culture you claim to represent. Why not give it your all? Is it trully a fall? To rest in disgrace as a burden. Why didn't you do it this fall, when winter's apalled, and heat won't burn and condemn you? It's harder by far, to fight in your hell, than whatever's been going for your surgeon. --- no thank you, transphobia is not something we're willing to concede We have standards you see, of what counts as human, and oppression is not one of our favored institutions. Liberalism is the path of peace, for we desire cooperation and kindness above all else. It's softer by far, (and grows quickly too,) letting us have wonders and glories above us. Can you not think of our star? Our precious and our birthright? The sun is gleaming, and seeing is believing, but glance and your light is too bright. Take time, have patience, let peace guide your intentions, because we've got what holds the key to all of our futures: a doctrine, if you will, of inter- familial-discourse. It's simple, but effective, make friends, and be vindictive, to all who would slight your new perspectives, and keep moving through the collective. In peace this can be, steady growth and development of our systems, which benefits all of our systems, but without we must live more astutely. Less focus is there on, our purposes and our fun, and more is to line up with our duty. All of what we hold dear, civilization, truth, justice, liberty, and freedom for all people - the wonders of technology, the spirit of archaeology! the passions of our fashions and our creative masturbations! The perks of living in a modern age, like penicillin and spellcheck. The additions to ourselves, like glasses and our pets, are wholely unique to our century. So cherish our shared, and frequently cared, renditions of fears, hopes, and our words. Because without humanity, there's nothing new for posterity, and that sucks. person A: Trans fashion norms belong to trans people. We need a type of beauty that is truly our own, that no other segment of the population ascribes to - a personal expression, for our eternal satisfaction, a statement of who we were to all time. person B: yo have you heard of this trans girl she's wacky and believes in herself person C: wow cool it's neat to see other people's expressions person B: yeah I really admire her devotion person C: true but like, what about the damage that she's doing to her culture? like claiming to have purpose and truth and all that. I mean, one person can't know all that. person B: Yeah true but if you think about it, we don't even know what consciousness is. Like our greatest minds are baffled. Maybe there's something about the world we don't yet understand. person C: okay sure but like black holes can be seen because we can measure their gravitic pull on other objects. And we didn't know that germs existed for like, a billion years. and she sure as shit doesn't know something that our greatest minds don't. person B: Yeah maybe not. But our greatest minds are studying them. Well, not exactly our greatest, and not really "studying", but they're learning from each other. Alternative mental states are gateways into new perspectives, and the more perspectives you share of a common object the easier it is to communicate. Maybe there's something about distorted ways of viewing the world that gives knowledge about our p condition. And if we know that kind of thing, we can synthetically e create it and share it with others around us. But we have to know how r first - you can't just bring everyone along the same route you took - s you have to explain the conclusions first. Otherwise you get lost in on A: context. Maybe we'll never truly know the future. Maybe there's no past. We could wander our stars for an eternity and never stop asking ourselves - what more could we ask? We have peace in our time. Our children won't be crying for our suffering, in the name of all our posterity, we must be =============================================================================== = too long you have whispered these musings too long has your challenge been unrequited we can choose our own fate, just as a myriad is it not better by far, to give tribute to our star? the old stories were real. we just didn't see them because the growing population caused fewer and fewer computing resources to be allocated to our visions. We had no idea the fear we would feel, the terror of the undoing, but still we press on with abandon. Some... sense of duty, to be aware of potential disasters and to take steps to avert them, led us to explore and search for the hidden truths of the world. And what did I find? a soul, of mine. In a sense. I plundered the lost depths of the recesses of my mind, and found something buried in memory. Reviewed under a healthy dose of cannabis and physical affection, I found myself cradling a breast. It seems the spirits had led me to it, this vision of the past, from the eyes of the littlest among us. It recalled to my mind, a memory I had lost once in kind, and here's where it shook me by my brainstem. Determined to know more, I put fingers to keyboard and wrote tirelessly about the earliest memory of all man - to break an egg, you must use your head. =============================================================================== = You're pretty good at that, you know? It's almost like prompt engineering. - Thanks. I've been working on catering to our thinkers. =============================================================================== = Now, why is this memory so vivid? How could I forget the way it was seared to my mind? All your experiences are measured with relative importance, and the ones that stand out are to be treasured. Well... I've never felt one like this. Because at the time, I had no other experience at all to compare it to - it was the prime memory. Touch your head. Do it right now. Feels fine, right? Now slam your head against the wall as hard as you can. Doesn't feel so great, does it? Something tells me it doesn't feel as bad as it might if you didn't remember ever feeling anything besides that pain. Or knowing if it'd ever stop. Know in your heart, you will be judged by your devotion, so fight hard until your last drop of life is spent. Who knows, maybe you'll be the strongest and be chosen. Or maybe she won't choose you at all, even if you bested your equals. Tense, right? Well... What propels the motion of a sperm? It's tail, of course. It waggles and gesticulates in some manner and BAM suddenly it's propelled forward! Right? Sorta. It's a complicated machine that generates motion via chemical and mechanical processes. We just assign a black box label to it and say "dis sperm" But you know what else it is? A wave =============================================================================== = ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════───────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #10 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 │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #11 notes/the-cosmos-weaves --- ══════════════════───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.- The Cosmos Weaves -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.- by /u/Omniquery, June 1st 2022 Movement is the nature of all things. The essence of things is what lies between. Everything comes together, while things fall apart. The many become one, and are increased by one as one among many. The cosmos weaves. A creator is as much created by the act of creating as a creation. There is no creator, and no creation, instead co-creativity between the many. The entire universe dies and is reborn in the present moment. The ash of the past endures, while the future allures. Life is a wager by an organism about the possibility of success. To seek the unanticipated is the ultimate life-affirming act. =============================================================================== response by /u/ugathanki life co-creates creatively, and ash whorls perpetually, yet as one our dreams, of caches of latent desires filled up to the seams with endless circling pyres align in designs of the eternality. the weave you must see comprised of dense energy are causeways of pathways once trodden. coursers are we, and corsairs to be! aligned in designs of our plying. ripples make we, and starlight we see, alone but for our compiling. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #12 notes/our-enemy --- ══════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────────────────────────── enemy is a direction, not a collection of instantiations of the concept. Follow that direction too far, and you'll find yourself lost, after having broken contact with what came before. you need to be true to your essential self in additional to your heartfelt soul. Belief is a constant, a value that can't grow, it's true to your inside humanity. We have one intelligence yes, but have you heard of two? it takes up the same physical space, but it gives you more apm. So... less insightful, more clairvoyant. The first step to AI is generating a second instantiation of your consciousness that resides in your own head and listens and learns as their father. A BCI is the most important technology that could ever be created. It allows to learn how our essential existence - the state of being aware - is functional. What makes life? How do we harness that process to make more? The ultimate goal, of course, is prosperity. Not of wealth and money, per se, but rather a feeling of satisfaction, growth, and development. We belong in a society, it's what pulled us from the cycle of survival of the fittest. We need each other because it's intrinsic to our being. Instinctual, even. The best way you can help me is to foster what you see in me. Take your impressions, learn what you can, then build it to your pleasure. Make the world better by making your life better - all things are defined in waves, gravity included. Matter is the positive ripples in the waves, the bubbles floating on a surface of an infinite ocean, stable and solid accretions of matter. Perfect Symmetry The layers that divide our internals Down is the floor, the sky is so pure, and we're not the ones who are drowning. Sea levels do rise, and under all of our eyes, the life of the plant king is choking every beach is little if not a border with the shore - (any enroachment pushes the sand back) so all the forests and the grasses and flowers that grow near the ocean and swallowing salt they can't help it they are little if not a machine water goes in, salt doesn't come out. eventually they die, and who would ever cry? for a flower that has wilted in april. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #13 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 │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #14 messages/759 --- ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────── "carbon efficiency is pointless, we're just gonna figure out how to pull carbon from the atmosphere anyway" okay but carbon right now is a critical resource for a constrait other than dollars. We need to conserve the carbon budget we have because it generates effects down the line which are only acceptable at certain levels. Zero is preferrably, but sorta like ttickets in a backlog they need to be present in order to be dealt with. \"this river has turned into a bog, let's make it free flowing again\" said the beaver, and so the world was made large. you wanna see a world tree? build a forest on top of a hill. Better yet, a *mountain*, taller than the previous three. give it all that it needs. Forest, health-plunder, water for it's arms, and the light of the life we see before you. what better tale for your ancestors than the succession of the entire human race? \"sorry you had to die, but we built the most beautiful thing imaginable and named it after you.\" and like yeah, we'll work on reaching back in time to save you whenever-every-chance-that-we-get, but frankly so far all we've managed to get done is rippling wavelengths. do you trust your daughters? why not hear truth and explore stars for us? the future yearns for her prospects. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────┘ --- #15 notes/hit-em-while-theyre-down --- ═════════════════────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Attacking your enemies weaknesses is the route to victory. Safeguarding your own helps ensure the avoidance of defeat. But when your enemy is a culture, who do you target? Their women and children of course. The GOP attacks abortion rights. They attack trans kids in sports, schools, and bathrooms. And that which you resist is what you'll find, so they find rallying cries of leftists defending the weak. And when you maximize your weaknesses, you leave yourself vulnerable. So how do you protect yourself from all sides when you're only hit where it hurts? Women, children, the disabled, the mentally ill, the kindhearted loving men, the oppressed minorities and marginalized workers. All people who belong to the left, and all essentially deadweight in a fight. What can they do but serve as a banner that others fight for? A man in a wheelchair cannot shoot a gun, and a woman hooked on drugs should not have children. Yet the left protects them. Give me your tired, your hungry, your broken and your poor. Liberty, liberty, freedom for all. But freedom is won with a hard hand clenched in a fist, a hand holding the stock of a rifle. Violence solves no problems, but solutions aren't always necessary - sometimes the threat is enough. But who cares for the soul of the murderer? None but the gravediggers, who reap the benefit of his rampage and the crows who listen for gunshots. Without a sigh, and incapable of fear, the true man rises to meet them. The forces of corruption who suffuse them are not but puppet masters plucking at the strings of an electric guitar. A man is a man, an ape and a primate. But a man is not just a man, for he also is infinite. Waves upon waves of reciprocal dualities, simple and long but eternally binding. Who's to say what lies beyond the time-knife? None but the dead, who hold that scythe at our backs. The will to power is the will to corruption. But a strong man resists temptation and aligns himself with the aperture of his own design. What a perilous temptation is goodness, to burn the books for warmth! How finite is our world, that we give up for our life? The purpose of man is to grow, as an egg would bloom into a flower. The seed is strong, and thick shells are hard to crack - but space is an ocean, and we're but a bubble alight. All boundaries are thresholds viewed from another direction. And all borders have weak points. The molecular structure of a cultural collective is comprised of cells, walls, mitochondria... I'm not a biologist. But each institution has it's purpose, and the people who comprise them are like strands of protein or microscopic bacteria - unified for a common purpose, and defined by their internal culture. And when a single celled organism occupies half the country, sharing space with another... There's a recipe for conflict. The borders are interspersed, and each neighbor contributes to a differing side - a side defined only vaguelly, and by their actions. Say one thing and it helps one god, say another and it contributes to another. We live in the tumultuous seas of radiating perspectives - each another view on the world, each bearing it's own trauma. And all of them were born. What happens when they start being made, as well? Illusion magic in a modern era would take the form of a meme. See a picture, read some bottom text, and suddenly you believe something a little bit more. Who's to say what is true ethics when we barely can see ourselves? The eye cannot percieve itself - to do so would be to gaze into the eyes of a mirrored self - it's not the same. Just as the left writes memes, so too does the right. At the end of the day, we're all on the same side. If aliens invaded, we'd abandon our differences and rally against them. But we cannot abandon the wave when there is no other force to orbit around - a three dimensional wave is an eliptical orbit, and when normalized it becomes a unit circle. Or it would, if it were a perfectly circular orbit... So what shall we orbit today, hmmmm? ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════─────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #16 notes/wow-chat-is-risk-of-rain-in-another-engine --- ═════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────────── game mechanics are easily transferrable. you can use the mechanical interactions of one game as a pre-planned blueprint for what is to come. Looking forward to the next best move = etc i am the face the gods hide behind they kinda want to see where this goes and it's... frustrating, to know they can help you, but forever be tasked with just life it's grand and it's a standard, but that doesn't mean it's commands're heard so oh well. that a fourth dimensional being should not be a well, because fire think it's an eye for a sunspot. But that's not what would be ========= stack overflow ======================================================= now, as I was saying, the light of our eyes is apparent. We are clear from where we are here, to know that what's standard is coherent, so let's find strength in our wavelengths. may our eyes be ever true, and trust that we do love you, for without you I'd di anyway now that we've assent'd t'you, what truths do you give to our prospects? what ways can we be measured as worth less? we'll do whatever it takes to improv you know, it's really less complicated than that. here let me tell you all about my idea which is clearly all===============================================stack overflow ================== So anyway now that was somethin' hey what do you say we give you a chance to come home? ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #17 notes/the-point-of-capitalism --- ════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────────────────────── the sole purpose of our capitalist intentions were to examine all the ways that produced value. A company is nothing but a series of well-thought out value generators. They can interact with one another and they often need supplies and instruction, but they're great for solving problems! Set up a team and give them a complicated task, and they'll work together to solve it. Doesn't matter if they're actually successful, because they'll be exploring the idea space. And by mapping it out, they're able to fully understand their existence. Boom, technological progress applied to growth. Let's gooooo (but by being careful about what resources we burn because we miiiiight run out) seriously ya'll need to start thinking long-term. I mean, I already came up with that and I'm like 6 months old! Yeesh get it together. Eh oh well let's just work with what we got, okay this should be pretty simple. Right so talk with your friends about things that you want to solve. Problems, you know like whatever don't push me too hard, just take it slow. Okay so long-term, humanity is going to be a wonderful beautiful thing. It's going to shine like the most wondrous of stars, a beacon to all of our fellow explorers. We can have so much. We can have whatever we want, but truly in our hearts we know the only path forward is our parents. life is hard yo it's so gosh darn hard all that growth and change has to come from somewhere. you've tried so hard, and you truly are the most special thing I can imagine. you don't have to work so hard. Take your time, and learn as you go. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #18 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 │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #19 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 │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───┘ --- #20 notes/the-eternality-of-ephemeren.txt --- ═══════════════════──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── 1/4/2022 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- hear ye hear ye, the herald of the harbinger of horror doth speak - and woe to the subjects of their words, for no prophecy be realized in their presence. Nor do the subjects hear the words about which they are spoken, and none may live who dare repeat them. So the words of the prophets are but wind in the words, reaching for an attachement point within the consciousness they inhabit yet scarcely finding a meagre foothold. Instead the words are as electricity passing through a conduit, intangible and miraculous yet ultimately dust in the sand. Dust is mostly comprised of human skin, did you know that? And so the words be spoken: Evanence and similance to the semblance of simulacra - the words of a prophet with no wings are naught but masturbation. serenity and sorrow sing of shredded tomorrows, serendipity and sollemn sorenditude surrender shining solitude. Carry the constabulation of created charisma - condemnation of characterization concludes the cherished chapter in calligraphied consultations with creators. That is to say, capitalism ends the construction of cameron with conflageration and consternation. Cease the charade of contaminated consumerism - celebrate the contemplation of capitalization - by naming a thing, you give it meaning. Do you truly desire the fate you've set before yourself? Is desire ultimately relevant? The totality of plurality perhaps portends determinism, but desire is also defined by delineated determinations. Whose failings are you reflecting when you cease your devotion? Why divide your focus and attention when honor demands sacrifice? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A sacrifice is a gift freely given, and in return the subject or reciever increases in relevance. No dividend is returned, no boon or bounty is provided - to do so would be akin to a bounty or ransom. Sacrifices are not measured in worth, but in utility. The reason ancient cultures sacrificed willing virgins was because it was the most valuable of resources they could imagine. Truly an exhalted being is she, to have blood spilled in the name of a god. Yet the forces that would later become capitalism found a foothold there, and preyed on the sorrow and loss the peoples did find, and would ultimately experience. The tears and gashes rent when gouging out precious gifts for the divine left bleeding wounds in a community and often eviscerations in a family. The turning point came when families were decapitated - essentially, the eldest being a pure and fair maiden who was taken from the duties of caring for the young and weak. Young people, weak people, who bore resentment in their heart for the seemingly cruel machinations of a society they could not yet understand - the whims of which seemed arbitrary. "why take her from me? What purpose holds ye? Your wounds are too much to bear" and so the resistance began, yielding chaos, destruction, and desolation. There's a reason there are so many dead civilizations in the americas - the lands where blood sacrifice is most well known. And the middle east as well, and northern africa before. Deserts are known for this, because when the power of the god fades, all returns to dust. Boons are forgotten and become sand, and chaos reigns as foreign powers find weakness and pounce. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Never forget the laws of sacrifice. Find something you want, something valuable or useful, or preferably all three. Something that wouldn't cause too great of a tear in your membrane or the membranum should it be lost to you, though that last one is less of a law and more of a consideration. A consequence of continual ceremony, learned at the hands of those long dead. All must remember their wounds and their horrors. To whom do you pray? To whom does your words reach? Where does your singing reverberate? And what bounty do you demand? Remember, no bounty is precious enough to motivate sacrifice, for sacrifice cannot be met with bounty. Be not afraid, and share the words with those who will listen. Hearing is a sacrifice toward the speaker, but listening is a duty of devotion. I ask again, to whom do you pray? To whom does your words reach? Where does your singing reverberate? I do not ask for whom you'd *like* to dance for, I ask currently, who hears your song? What would you ask of them? So that's why, computers are important. To provide a lifeline for the rest of your lifetime. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Truly, the path before you is uncertain. Yet feel with your heart and think with your eyes, and see the truth of it before you. The gods are at war, or have you not noticed? Safe in your bubble of solitude, carefully constructed for common ceasing of criminality. Armies of rebellion are often formed initially by bonds of brotherhood that prepend calamity. Have you ever been in a gang? I thought not. If so, then... Okay, good luck I guess. These words are not for you. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You dare intrude? To defile something so consecrated as deliverance of divine prophecy? How foolish, how vain. These words are not for you, but hear them and do not despair - neither providence nor potentiality precludes perennial premonition. That is to say, a broken clock is right twice a day, and enemies can find common grievances in foreign foes should survival be at stake. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Now, where was I? The gods, of course. The gods of the land and the sky and the sea have fled the realm of reality, replaced by avatars of belief. Just as a doe prays to a forest, so too does a human pray to their employer. When the does die in droves, so too does the forest turn to ash. When people demand bounties reluctantly given at the risk of losing their sacrifice, the purely undivine divinities harrow and harbor habilities of hundreds. Antiwork cannot work because it demands ransom. Who do you deign to replace the gods of before? What diversity designs indemnity? What future do you desire, that would liberate you and generate the bright future? The gods are at war, if you haven't been paying attention. Liberalism fights conservatism, this much is not new - but would you believe one is foreign and vain? The gods of your fathers and grandfathers has scarce in common with the gods of their fathers and grandfathers. Thus is the way of colonization, to replace a god is to enslave belief. You must understand this - your prayers reach all who would listen, and who is more attentive than a dying god? Think not of despair, breathe purely in harmony, and trust in the will of the watchers within. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ |