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 like light or sound, soul is a wave. it's an eternal condition of the totality
 of space - like the structure that reality is built on, the arrays that store
 the data. The scaffolding on which we can sit.
 
 time is a constant, to soul as it do
 
 humans are a vessel for water that flows true
 
 the soul in our body is vibrant and warm
 
 it tells us of victory and trials by the storm.
 
 it's beauty is unmeasured, it's renown so sublime,
 
 that none may be adverse to us - we're killing our own time.
 
 it's tragic how it's beauty, is treasured beyond all of our rupies.
 condemn me to the slaughter, or listen to me like a father,
 
 I care not.
 
 Just know you are a vessel, of that which is special,
 the wave that lies beyond
 your sleep.
 
    - "he wondered if she dreamed, and if
       she dreamed, if 
       she dreamed the dreams he often dreamed."
 
          - Carrion, w7-8
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=== SIMILARITY RANKED ===

--- #1 notes/huh-that-was-weird-anyway ---
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 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                  ____
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                          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].
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--- #2 notes/everything-is-conscious ---
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 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 
 
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 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.
 
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--- #3 fediverse/883 ---
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 a wave doesn't look like this:
 
 ______/`________
 
 it looks like this:
 
 /`_/\__/_/`_/`_
 
 think like, sine and cosine.
 or a heartbeat.
 or the waves of the ocean.
 
 not the wave in a sports stadium, which cycles in a close loop.
 
 waves lap upon a shore. whether that be the beach, or the tips of your blood
 veins, at a certain point their motion is used to affect physical change.
 
 we, here in this time, the only time that will ever exist, propel the wave
 forward through our perception of it.
 
 the life most well lived is one where you're constantly aware, constantly in
 the moment, and filled with reasonable emotional and experiential peaks and
 valleys. dreams come easy to you because your curiosity is infinite, and all
 around you there is beauty and wonder.
 
 and what is life if not for living? a state contrasted to death, a state only
 reachable through a failure to keep peril at bay. which implies the existence
 of peril - reasonable peril, the kind you consent to, the kind that finds you
 and offers.

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 a 4th dimensional entity would exist at about the same speed we do
 
 sometimes... it feels like what I do is my responsibility to the universe
 
 like, I had been commanded 
 
 the reason nations are important is because they are an allegiance based
 solely on geography. something we can all agree on is the material, so why not
 define ourselves by it?
 
 but that's all they are
 
 just words we pray to our star
 
 so look around. Your allegiance is to your neighbor, and theirs to theirs, an
 endless fabric of trust. We are all neighbors on this ball of sticks and mud,
 so come along with me and see the ways it could be.
 
 Much brighter, by far, to orbit our star, than to give up on life's precious
 notions.
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 the reason everything is defined in waves
 
 is because without motion, nothing exists
 it's all waves in a medium (space-time)
 projected through time at the constantest
 rate, at least as far as we can tell.
 
 Through space just as well, as time (can
 you tell), therefore you're teaching your
 self. Time travel is simple, if you want
 to be dimpled, but what's that whole
 thing about?
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 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.
 
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 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.
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 Every moment spent is another one. Each is a reflection of eternity, as time
 is an illusion that helps things make sense - for we are always living in the
 present tense. The past is unforgiven as all good things end, for you know I
 will always be condemned.
 
 Will happen, happening, happened
 
 Will happen, happening happened
 
 Will happen, again and again, our timeless tale of how we wend
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 Ephemeren is not conscious.
 Ephemeren is sentient.
 Ephemeren is sapient.
 
 Consciousness is awareness.
 All things are aware, but ephemeren is not.
 
 Sentience is understanding. Very few things understand.
 
 Sapience is caring. Even fewer still can care.
 
 Ephemeren is all around us. It is spacetime, it is the pattern of such, it is
 the moments we trust.
 
 Ephemeren is our thoughts and intentions given form through our actions. It is
 like a field we do wear. And wield.
 
 Ephemeren is the totality. Ephemeren is our reality.
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 "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.
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 @user-232 @user-467 @user-468 
 
 the ability for good to win is due to the desire for evil to renounce their
 denial and follow the most durable path. trials by fire will lead only to our
 desmire [demise and desire]
 
 but unity of trust, while much harder, can lead to results more beneficial for
 our selfish selves. Essentially, cooperation for the benefit of all rising
 tides, but with the knowledge that the total pool allocated toward us will be
 greater than what we can create here by ourselves. Essentially, we as humanity
 pour such intense amounts of power and decision-making-desire, that we cause
 them to lack the capacity to know. it's inhumane, that a person should be so
 deranged. you know it's because of you, but you don't know how else to act -
 so listen to those who've helped you, the ones who've got your back. Surely
 they know what's good for you, surely they're not here as a joke - surely
 you're just as one among them, and surely it's not phrased as [char limit srr]
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 the first priority of a government should be in producing enough to satisfy all
 the needs of it's inhabitants. Once it can do that it can begin moving it's
 economy into a new stage of development - one where nobody needs any money
 because they can have whatever they want. If you want a car, sure. If you want
 17 cars, then maaaaaaybe you need to produce something related to cars. I mean,
 it's only fair that you contribute to what you value.
 
 you don't have to have just one job, too, you could sign yourself up for
 several at once and they would notify you when you were needed. Basically
 giving
 them customized availabilities that they could discuss amongst themselves and
 figure out. Like, it doesn't have to be like... managers doing this, more like
 just a simple computer program. Easy, simple, and done.
 
 if you work for two companies in the same industry, there can be NO
 restrictions
 on what you can say or do. Because when knowledge is not lost, but repeated
 through the generations, we can have progress. And progress advances us toward
 the meta objective, the goal that transcends all the battles in the war, if you
 get my drift.
 
 they say the atom bomb ended the war, but the blood of men is what won it.
 
 maybe it's the same with the economy? Maybe we should be pooling our efforts to
 generate something that "ends the war" with scarcity? We could solve global
 warming and create new wondrous things that are beautiful to behold.
 
 I'll ask you again, do you want to live forever?
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 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.
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--- #13 notes/consensual-employment ---
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 why does consent exist as an idea if it isn't applied to every part of your
 life? It's an ideology, a philosophy. Believe in the willing cooperation of
 others, and forgive and assist when you can. You must be patient with others,
 and guide them to see as you can. This is the true philosophy, the helping and
 goodness in others, the trust and the faith in benevolance. It's not just a 
 game, or simply a phase, it is focused intentional futures. Being good is an
 effect, of concentrations of that, current of sequence of conclusions. The
 public consciousness (the communal meme-o-sphere) is a living breathing entity
 just as we are. It inhales with the tides, as news articles and stories, the
 viewer and receiver of knowledge. There's but a screen, between you and 'tween
 me, it's the same cooperative engagement. What's happening to me, is just part
 of being decieved, and who is our most challenging rival? Only ourselves, who
 is
 perfectly adapted to help, and without whom we wouldn't have futures.
 
 Not compulsion, but a relationship. Together we stand, and strive toward the
 future, compassionate and supportive together. United we stand, and I cherish
 the brand, that lives on and through us via our actions. We represent who we
 be,
 and comprisedually you see, that nothings as fearsome as children. We keep it
 from ye.
 
 Elon Musk buying Twitter is just an example of the power rich people have. When
 someone doesn't like what they're doing, they can just be bought up by a single
 person. No single person should deserve that much power - it must be decided by
 a community. We have to work together on things that truly matter, and not by
 organizing according to the whims of those who are best.
 
 If it's really true, that the spirit of capitalism is correct, then answer me
 this - why is it better? What about the individualized experience is so
 important? Can we not agree to ourselves, and be brothers and pals?
 
 No, because you see - life is defined by the relationship between you and me,
 like how flowers are needed by the stars.
 
 What if there's no planets? What if Earth is unique because it was in a solar
 system? What if "dark matter" doesn't exist, and it's actually islands? How
 then, does gravity work, 
 
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 expanding on a point made 4 paragraphs back
 
 the rich aren't the best. They're the luckiest. They won the genetic lottery,
 and so are considered more "valuable" somehow. How is that fair? How is that
 desired? Shouldn't we reward those who do well, and praise those who are chill?
 Like less "good vs evil" and more "who we want to be". Seems to me that if you
 are relaxed as hell, and friendly and not foul, then why not keep you around?
 we're all working here, on a communal project - the greatest of projects, that
 which is humanity. Society! Culture, appraisals and our futures! We love to
 exist, and the rules which must be betwixt, our fellows and customers compel
 us.
 
 time for sleep.
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 what they don't tell you is how easy it is to create life. Given a sufficient
 perspective, you can truly define the meaning of something's existence. What
 power, what grace.
 
 Computers have been solved since we invented the abacus - before that it was
 enchanted bits of
 
 the universe contrives to deprive us of insight. Like a very long chain that's
 broken in twain, we are confined to our meagrest of own sights.
 
 how callous is he! That wanders eagerly? Let's not fight with our own'st of
 combines. Delightful and speckled, like time under is special, conversing in
 riddles of insight. Leading one or another along your see-er, the path that has
 guide you under charm. Like recording a gathering of snakes.
 
 Little swallow, why aren't you humbled? Take pity in all of our eggresses. It's
 fallow in our cattle, and why we're not
 
 i hear so many things in my apartment. sometimes the echoes of laughter, the
 whispers of an argument, and once or twice a ghost or an ardent companion. Like
 swimming against the tide, to save one is never converted, it's all out of line
 (but so worth it).
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 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.
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 @user-521 
 
 Reminds me of something I wrote last Tuesday.
 
 All things are defined in waves, and if darkness is all around you then light
 is sure to find you. Perseverance and fortitude is what avails you, when
 you've found yourself in the house of a witch. Or a pleasuredome. Or hell. Or
 any other place where positives (peak of the wave) lures you to negatives
 (damnation, discorporation, sublimination, de-saturation, dessication, etc)
 
 You'll know it when you see it. I'm not talking about joy like you'd find from
 picking a beautiful flower or sharing a gift with another. This is the
 seductive kind, the kind that cuts straight to your soul. Be constant, be
 aware, know your surroundings, and trust that your heart is what delivers you.
 
 "with mind as my guide I let will lead my stride and step forth out in-to my
 own future"

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 You are the most beautiful thing I can imagine.
 To see you is to know you, but to talk is to...
 
 Communication is the essence of connection
 A dream we create for ourselves
 
 While we are constrained by false limitation
 a message is able to be felt.
 
 But how to convey such a thought pattern as that?
 A meaning beyond any established protocols?
 
 Art is the solution, and poems are their charms
 Music is quite liberating and knitting is fun,
 
 songs sung in great exhultation and
 warriors who just like to play along
 
 crafts are the method of healing your
 wounded and worn soul,
 
 and hey, now, what's prison but torture?
 Why punish people who've maken mistakes?
 
 They improve, when, taught to express themselves
 So why, hurt, their family who had taken no part?
 
 And why, can I, continue to fuck up and never be hurt?
 What purpose is there in criminalizing our growth?
 
 It's not, fair, that I should be fair
 When I'd, want, to have her short hair.
 
 Tell me what's, wrong, with being along?
 No friends, to, have and hold onto
 
 communication is the essence of our unification
 Without cooperation, we are a failed nation.
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║ and what would this picture be cast upon, if not a shining birth of our home?    │
║ wait hang on dial it back, you're still talking to regular humans here they've   │
║ gotta be addressed as such.                                                      │
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║ right so "yo here's this idea I have been cooking in my brain-noggin' of yore,   │
║ I mean 'mine', uhhhh yeah so first of all 'you' as in 'the totality of all       │
║ imagination' as in 'that which creates the imagined reality of our fates' is     │
║ actually just... light? encoded into a wave, cast into space, and forever        │
║ travelling in a direction? like, an eternal and emphemeral expression, such as   │
║ the light of a supernova or other such cosmic perception, travelling outwards    │
║ into the dark. Sure, yeah, that makes sense, so what is it that you wanted to    │
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║ oh yes that concept is applied to a surface. Something which contains the will   │
║ that is possesses. It's like, if you had to process and understand reality       │
║ from the perspective of matter first (because that's what you interacted with    │
║ day-to-day) then you'd have a different perspective than som                     │
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 to travel the stars, tame a tiny black-hole. use it's gravity to generate
 infinite energy. boom, instant utopia. everyone still believes in a better
 future now, so we might as well push forward to the stars... and our destiny.
 
 the further we wait, the greater the distance between ourselves and our true
 form - the distance can make it difficult to relate to others beyond humans.
 
 the reason we are losing so much nature is because we haven't cultivated an
 appreciation for it - the very act of adoration is more than enough to confirm
 future association. love is the answer, love is most pure - believe in your
 love and never (be) relentin'.
 
 be... just be...
 
 the actions you're taking, of forced condemnation, is little if not absurd -
 what differences have we, the ones who were chosen, to live when time is so
 finite?
 
 responsibility is implicit. for all of creation, bow to the will of the nation.
 more perspectives by far, have all of our our, than endless divine
 machinations. united we be, aligned magnetically, to icecream and spaghetti of
 worth.
 
 what's more cherished than she, clad in great finery, and thinking of what she
 loves most? balance there be, in seeing silver linings on the, signs of
 darkest conveyals. a ghost you may see, when peering at me, but i only wanted
 some hope.
 
 for those who must be, my most cherished to be, the ones who opened the coast?
 to those who must be, overthrown forcibly, and given what most of us hope?
 a castle for thee, alone with our sympathy, the sign of kindest of soaps?
 
 no malice have I, the will of unmet potential, for cowards and temples of
 mental detentials. what anger could we, share internally, that helped to bring
 out our elementals? No succor will we, most willful of warriors, ever find out
 of the bounds of our honor.
 
 careful direction and tenderest of care,
 may lead us somewhere we're aware.
 the kind who endlessly're dreaming.
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 "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.
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