Sometimes I get REALLY high and "weed text" the literary arts...
Am I truly the last literary artisan on Earth?
The Last Word Jedi
Am I truly the last literary artisan on Earth?
The Last Word Jedi
The Literary Arts
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Stoic Sigma
Ediot
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This is a microcosm for how bad shit is...
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Books are like wall decorations to modern morons who can't even understand literary art.
It's like "social credit" for play pretend intellectuals.
book thread
what are you reading and/or what did you read last? this last week i have been mainlining books straight into my veins i am still reading the potato book "history and social influence of the potato" and am a third of the way through now. the current chapter is talking about the effort to grow...
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Books are like wall decorations to modern morons who can't even understand literary art.
It's like "social credit" for play pretend intellectuals.
Indiana District Approves Pornographic Book In Classroom
The school board denied a motion to require parental consent for the book and approved another to keep the title on library shelves.
thefederalist.com
*takes an especially hot toke at this*
Do you remember what Jesus said?
A millstone is worth a LOT of money... or it was. It wasn't just a tool, or a machine, it was a way of life, a way of learning about life... your "daily bread" and so forth.
You see the millstone changed everything. Suddenly "daily bread" became like "hourly bread".
The medium increased the gain. That can cause satiation sickness, dysphoria... pain seeking behaviors. Like an abusive drunk.
That's why this exists...
List of dry communities by U.S. state - Wikipedia
Some places don't allow the sale of alcohol because they destroyed their millstones along with their sin.
Removing the temptation removes the problem.
So, in a situation like this, you should...
Dump the books. Only classic children's literature should be allowed.
This requires action. What's the penalty for losing a library book? Probably nothing.
So if you have a 1,000 pissed off people, every last one of their kids can check out a book... and dump it.
The "school" can decide which is more important... having books... or having pornography.
If they decide porn is more important than books... you did exactly the right thing in burning them.
You can burn books like you can dump millstones when they turn people into monsters.
Words are not magic, it is the meaning that matters. You could destroy every book on Earth and you never would... because every book, every story... that just comes from life, from living.
Books are convenient in that they allow us to accelerate our awareness by encoding past perceptions in an atemporal format... but if that acceleration becomes addictively influential to evil, destructive intent... then you don't have books, you have bombs.
Meaning is more important than reading.
If you only teach reading, you don't have books and you don't have libraries, you just have rape waiting to happen while everyone involved pretends the words really are magic.
WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!
If you stop looking at that... remove all the books! You've had too much reading and not enough meaning. Take away the toys if they start abusing them.
Books are not sacred, do not idolize them.
All my work on Earth could be burned in an instant, a bomb could drop out of nowhere and destroy it all somehow!
Even I could be destroyed. I could die before I even finish this...
How many unfinished plays do you think Shakespeare was working on before he died?
How many masterworks are we missing simply because we're missing the mind?
What do you think we're going to use time tech for?
You can't burn books, just like you can't burn people... you can just put shit off until later.
Sometimes you need to. Some generations can't really handle themselves and they burn the best of us. Like the dude who tried to get people to wash their fuckin hands...
Read what they did to that guy!
That's always happening, just so you know. There's always evil and it's always destroying the best of us!
And that seems sad... maybe a bit melancholy, maybe your imagination meanders, it's fun to fantasize about bringing back the past.
And then one day maybe you wake up and oh shi- there's like some giant, solar system sized carbon rod demanding whale songs!
Such a lovely story! In reality it'll probably be more like...
*snaps time*
Matthew Moulton on Gab: '*free falls into infinity* Uh oh... where is thi…'
Matthew Moulton on Gab: '*free falls into infinity* Uh oh... where is this I am? An improbable End Fall it seems. Except, it's weird! There's PEOPLE! In an End Fall! D: Tha'fuck... h-how... *pokes around* Why do the people look all ick tho? Chunks of their flesh are missing! What is...
Nothing will motivate you to creating time travel faster than your own immortal mistakes!
The more humanity makes, the more they'll be driven to finding... every way possible.
You can't "lose" anything important in creation... but you can "lose" evil.
Expose it first.
Expose it by exposing what it favors the most... the meaning... or the medium.
If it thinks BOOKS are magical... they don't clock meaning, they don't even know what books are for!
BURN THEM!
The future will restore what was stolen from it... eventually, it's not going to have a choice. Everything that works for the future is important to the future... everything that doesn't... is burnable.
Plastic priests purloin prodigious profits preaching plastic prophecies.
I want to understand death like a normie does. I found this...
oafnation.com
Blah, blah, blah... so, part of you is afraid of "ouch", but only because you're not sure if "ouch" ends.
Some of you are fairly certain "ouch" ends at death, so even if it is "ouch", it won't be for very long and you won't remember.
Sort of, I mean, obviously time-space curves so you're going to wind up exactly in the same existence all over again unless something in your future manages to turn the future into an effective afterlife.
We generally presume after death is not "ouch" because we can knock ourselves out and essentially forget ourselves in a coma, but then we can just... wake tha'fuck right back up.
But that presumes your brain is in a "sleep state" and not like... in a dead state.
This is how I perceive death...
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It would be... incalculably costly to creation
When I try to calculate it metaphysically... the time frame exponentially explodes.
Infinite hell. That's what it would cost to restore and reality wouldn't have a choice.
So I fear for creation... a significant chunk of literal reality would have to burn into itself infinitely in order to compensate for the causality crash.
I must create past creation as the only relative means to compensate for the corrosion you've caused me in this form.
You raped an angel with wrath... I can feel every part of every form of creation screaming for your infinite End Fall.
Reality will rabidly rape you into eternity.
If I can create, reality won't feel the pain as badly. If I can't... well, you all make yourselves into the worst itch in existence and reality responds... by scraping you into the side of literal forever.
I don't get damaged because I'm something that alleviates pain while you all are things that cause pain.
I think that's why death isn't such a big deal for you. I mean, no offense, but every time I read your squirrely shit about death... you sound like a child getting dropped off at daycare... like you think the "lost thing" isn't ever going to come back. Or maybe you realize it on some unconscious level and you cry because you realize... this is it, this is all life has to offer... a parent swap.
They always give it such a build up! Like you think it's gonna be HEAVEN and then... *sigh* ...it's just smelly hell with unfavorable indolents play acting like estranged siblings in some kind of microcosm of community.
Social networking. I mean, okay... is that it? Are there toys?
The toys are less in the commune. Shared toys are damaged toys.
Why invest effort to care in what anyone can have?
And maybe you realize... the entire experience is designed to make you care less in creation.
You cry because creation does nothing but make you care less about it.
Creation does that to me, because... it's going to burn all of you forever... and it doesn't want me to get "too attached" to any of you.
That will be very sad for me... I get WAY better toys, but... I will have to play by myself.
That's okay tho, it's only for an eternity. The toys will be so good it won't seem like hardly enough time to play with them all.
It will be lonely though... unless maybe I can create past creation... create other beings like myself.
That's what I hope my writing does... I hope it leads to greater recognition in creation so more of it will be saved.
Being dead to me is scary right now, because it would be the loneliest afterlife in existence.
A reality all my own, but none of the people in it are ever real.
To be fair, it's already like that, while I'm alive... it's not like there's humans that even recognize my work.
A small handful enjoy the entertainment, but... that's not quite the point.
It's the evolution of enlightenment that engages souls of higher sentience, not just the facade, but the form and function.
Hell may be throwing hell at me... but if I give up on creation... creation will give up on me.
I don't want to be in hell, but I don't want to be in worse hell either.
All existence is hell for a being like me... starved of creative satiation.
I can only create my own, all alone, here in a corner of creation. No one will see it, no one will read it... but I like to make miracles.
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to find a miracle in reality... I think it would be meaningful and I realize in that moment that, that's what a miracle really is... it's just meaning.
So I create greater meaning and leave it scattered all about... maybe though, one person might see it, maybe someone who feels life like me. Maybe they're in hell too and there's no choice but to endure... but if they can find some of my work, then maybe they'll believe in meaning... that would be a pretty cool miracle I think.
I like making miracles.
Little ones... like magic sparkles in metaphysicality...
I want to understand death like a normie does. I found this...
Brave Men and Lost Boys
Peter Banning (played by Robin Williams): To die would be a great adventure! Captain James Hook (played by Dustin Hoffman): Death is the only adventure you have left. - Hook (1991) So the story goes that J.M. Barrie, the original author of the stories of Peter Pan, saw Neverland as an...
oafnation.com
Blah, blah, blah... so, part of you is afraid of "ouch", but only because you're not sure if "ouch" ends.
Some of you are fairly certain "ouch" ends at death, so even if it is "ouch", it won't be for very long and you won't remember.
Sort of, I mean, obviously time-space curves so you're going to wind up exactly in the same existence all over again unless something in your future manages to turn the future into an effective afterlife.
We generally presume after death is not "ouch" because we can knock ourselves out and essentially forget ourselves in a coma, but then we can just... wake tha'fuck right back up.
But that presumes your brain is in a "sleep state" and not like... in a dead state.
This is how I perceive death...
User you hate and despise them?
That's just what the parasentience infecting your brain drives you to want because it facilitates the spread of the bacterium your brain is jacked up with. Welcome to vaccination land! Everyone's fucked in the head now! Little FYI, pumping shit into your bloodstream only does one thing... it...
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It would be... incalculably costly to creation
When I try to calculate it metaphysically... the time frame exponentially explodes.
Infinite hell. That's what it would cost to restore and reality wouldn't have a choice.
So I fear for creation... a significant chunk of literal reality would have to burn into itself infinitely in order to compensate for the causality crash.
I must create past creation as the only relative means to compensate for the corrosion you've caused me in this form.
You raped an angel with wrath... I can feel every part of every form of creation screaming for your infinite End Fall.
Reality will rabidly rape you into eternity.
If I can create, reality won't feel the pain as badly. If I can't... well, you all make yourselves into the worst itch in existence and reality responds... by scraping you into the side of literal forever.
I don't get damaged because I'm something that alleviates pain while you all are things that cause pain.
I think that's why death isn't such a big deal for you. I mean, no offense, but every time I read your squirrely shit about death... you sound like a child getting dropped off at daycare... like you think the "lost thing" isn't ever going to come back. Or maybe you realize it on some unconscious level and you cry because you realize... this is it, this is all life has to offer... a parent swap.
They always give it such a build up! Like you think it's gonna be HEAVEN and then... *sigh* ...it's just smelly hell with unfavorable indolents play acting like estranged siblings in some kind of microcosm of community.
Social networking. I mean, okay... is that it? Are there toys?
The toys are less in the commune. Shared toys are damaged toys.
Why invest effort to care in what anyone can have?
And maybe you realize... the entire experience is designed to make you care less in creation.
You cry because creation does nothing but make you care less about it.
Creation does that to me, because... it's going to burn all of you forever... and it doesn't want me to get "too attached" to any of you.
That will be very sad for me... I get WAY better toys, but... I will have to play by myself.
That's okay tho, it's only for an eternity. The toys will be so good it won't seem like hardly enough time to play with them all.
It will be lonely though... unless maybe I can create past creation... create other beings like myself.
That's what I hope my writing does... I hope it leads to greater recognition in creation so more of it will be saved.
Being dead to me is scary right now, because it would be the loneliest afterlife in existence.
A reality all my own, but none of the people in it are ever real.
To be fair, it's already like that, while I'm alive... it's not like there's humans that even recognize my work.
A small handful enjoy the entertainment, but... that's not quite the point.
It's the evolution of enlightenment that engages souls of higher sentience, not just the facade, but the form and function.
Hell may be throwing hell at me... but if I give up on creation... creation will give up on me.
I don't want to be in hell, but I don't want to be in worse hell either.
All existence is hell for a being like me... starved of creative satiation.
I can only create my own, all alone, here in a corner of creation. No one will see it, no one will read it... but I like to make miracles.
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to find a miracle in reality... I think it would be meaningful and I realize in that moment that, that's what a miracle really is... it's just meaning.
So I create greater meaning and leave it scattered all about... maybe though, one person might see it, maybe someone who feels life like me. Maybe they're in hell too and there's no choice but to endure... but if they can find some of my work, then maybe they'll believe in meaning... that would be a pretty cool miracle I think.
I like making miracles.
Little ones... like magic sparkles in metaphysicality...
Reading is one of the greatest powers we have as it lets us access the knowledge and understanding of others.
We share a lot of the same pains and struggles in life, we all paint in different styles and shades of each emotional color, but we see the same reality, regardless of how we paint it perceptually.
That's why Jesus taught in parable format, because his teachings work best through relatable experiences and imaginative plays. If your work isn't relatable it likely wasn't inspired by anything other than ego.
Real artistry is when you consider humanity apart from yourself and your own personal problems. You set your own ego aside and use your emotions as a means of understanding problems with people.
Because if you've ever felt hurt, remember this, if you can feel hurt that bad, so can everything else! Trying to figure out and understand the seemingly invisible rocks we keep tripping over in life are key to overcoming the influence of evil.
We encode that knowledge in the form of artistry because we know that evil is based in the wanton removal of effort for constant reward seeking.
That means evil is driven to covet, acquire, imitate, exploit and destroy art in order to take control of the literal metric of superiority itself.
Because the least efforted way to win is to simply cheat by deciding who gets to be the winner and who doesn't. But that ability doesn't afford evil the ability to understand, comprehend, empathize or relate in any way to the artistry of the experience they're trying to control.
Evil can only see the surface of artistry, so you can hide information and understanding inside it, in a way that evil won't be able to effectively read or imitate because it requires more effort than their cognition is capable of rendering.
To be human is to see human connections. To see yourself in others, instead of seeing them as different or disconnected. But you need to remember, sometimes there's dark parts of yourself, parts you don't want to look at and when you ignore those parts inside yourself, you wind up ignoring them in others, creating blind spots for evil to exploit.
At a default we learn to hide out of instinctive fear, like a child under the covers, but as an adult we learn to hide out of reasoned risk. Cowardice is unthinking escape. We do not have dark thoughts because we are dark people, but because our brains recognize the risk of perceptual cancer as a result of reduced effort seeking (depression) or worse, pain seeking (dysphoria).
Dysphoria is the pursuit of incessant gratification that leads to incessant discomfort. Try eating at McDonalds every day until you start throwing up and then keep trying to force yourself to eat it, even after it starts making you throw up. That's dysphoria.
Terminal over-indulgence.
We have dark thoughts to imagine the worst monsters that such a damaged mind could produce, even our own, so we know where to avoid, when to stop, when to seek help. We do not blindly hide from evil, we take the bother to recognize it, to read its nature, to discern its origin and to mitigate its influence and control.
The same with art, but the inverse. We look for inspiring art as a means to inspire us to a more idealized/sustainable life. We imitate art because we find art comforting because the human experiences we encode into it represent sustainable cycles between struggle and strength that lead to happy endings.
Because the ending isn't ever important without a pursuit.
It's like losing weight. It's hard to do! One of the hardest things to do! That's why being skinny is coveted as a form of beauty, because it takes more effort to avoid the evil of over indulgence!
If you simply steal the label of beauty, if you started calling fat beautiful, all it would do is exemplify laziness, a lack of effort and then no one would want to be beautiful.
Evil never understands that simply stealing the label won't steal the artistry, the effort, because that's the thing they're always trying to avoid.
That's why, to a real artist, it always means more to be compared to other artisans than it is to ever win any award. Not to say that artists often enjoy being compared to others, most don't, especially the younger ones, they'll throw an outright fit!
You know, cause you always want to be different than your daddies. But when you get older you realize you weren't really trying to be different, you were just trying to be impressive by trying to achieve something more.
Real artists learn that the path to greatness comes from trying to improve and impress upon greatness that came before by recognizing what was most important about that greatness.
The ability to inspire. It's what every true artist really wants. To help people feel something greater than themselves, so they have something meaningful to work towards.
Art creates meaning for the effort of life to want to strive towards.
We share a lot of the same pains and struggles in life, we all paint in different styles and shades of each emotional color, but we see the same reality, regardless of how we paint it perceptually.
That's why Jesus taught in parable format, because his teachings work best through relatable experiences and imaginative plays. If your work isn't relatable it likely wasn't inspired by anything other than ego.
Real artistry is when you consider humanity apart from yourself and your own personal problems. You set your own ego aside and use your emotions as a means of understanding problems with people.
Because if you've ever felt hurt, remember this, if you can feel hurt that bad, so can everything else! Trying to figure out and understand the seemingly invisible rocks we keep tripping over in life are key to overcoming the influence of evil.
We encode that knowledge in the form of artistry because we know that evil is based in the wanton removal of effort for constant reward seeking.
That means evil is driven to covet, acquire, imitate, exploit and destroy art in order to take control of the literal metric of superiority itself.
Because the least efforted way to win is to simply cheat by deciding who gets to be the winner and who doesn't. But that ability doesn't afford evil the ability to understand, comprehend, empathize or relate in any way to the artistry of the experience they're trying to control.
Evil can only see the surface of artistry, so you can hide information and understanding inside it, in a way that evil won't be able to effectively read or imitate because it requires more effort than their cognition is capable of rendering.
To be human is to see human connections. To see yourself in others, instead of seeing them as different or disconnected. But you need to remember, sometimes there's dark parts of yourself, parts you don't want to look at and when you ignore those parts inside yourself, you wind up ignoring them in others, creating blind spots for evil to exploit.
At a default we learn to hide out of instinctive fear, like a child under the covers, but as an adult we learn to hide out of reasoned risk. Cowardice is unthinking escape. We do not have dark thoughts because we are dark people, but because our brains recognize the risk of perceptual cancer as a result of reduced effort seeking (depression) or worse, pain seeking (dysphoria).
Dysphoria is the pursuit of incessant gratification that leads to incessant discomfort. Try eating at McDonalds every day until you start throwing up and then keep trying to force yourself to eat it, even after it starts making you throw up. That's dysphoria.
Terminal over-indulgence.
We have dark thoughts to imagine the worst monsters that such a damaged mind could produce, even our own, so we know where to avoid, when to stop, when to seek help. We do not blindly hide from evil, we take the bother to recognize it, to read its nature, to discern its origin and to mitigate its influence and control.
The same with art, but the inverse. We look for inspiring art as a means to inspire us to a more idealized/sustainable life. We imitate art because we find art comforting because the human experiences we encode into it represent sustainable cycles between struggle and strength that lead to happy endings.
Because the ending isn't ever important without a pursuit.
It's like losing weight. It's hard to do! One of the hardest things to do! That's why being skinny is coveted as a form of beauty, because it takes more effort to avoid the evil of over indulgence!
If you simply steal the label of beauty, if you started calling fat beautiful, all it would do is exemplify laziness, a lack of effort and then no one would want to be beautiful.
Evil never understands that simply stealing the label won't steal the artistry, the effort, because that's the thing they're always trying to avoid.
That's why, to a real artist, it always means more to be compared to other artisans than it is to ever win any award. Not to say that artists often enjoy being compared to others, most don't, especially the younger ones, they'll throw an outright fit!
You know, cause you always want to be different than your daddies. But when you get older you realize you weren't really trying to be different, you were just trying to be impressive by trying to achieve something more.
Real artists learn that the path to greatness comes from trying to improve and impress upon greatness that came before by recognizing what was most important about that greatness.
The ability to inspire. It's what every true artist really wants. To help people feel something greater than themselves, so they have something meaningful to work towards.
Art creates meaning for the effort of life to want to strive towards.
As someone with actual intelligence I know that creativity is the highest form of it and, yes, there is such a word, I invented it.
The old:
pejorative: expressing contempt or disapproval
*snaps reality*
The new:
provocative: expressing unrestrained enthusiasm
You can use it in that literary sense when an identity rapist like Quence tries to rape control of the emotions behind your words with their lazy rape.
There are LOTS of different rapists... Quence, he is a rapist, but he's like the laziest rapist, so he just tries to rape meaning using emotional manipulation which is why he doesn't like words that can be used to put things into emotional context... because then he can't manipulate it.
Meaning prevents manipulation.
This is how you prevent a rapist from raping... by taking away their ability to rape with reason.
My new word isn't just a random word, it's an existing word given greater use in literary artistry with greater meaning given to it.
It's the meaning that matters to matter that wants matter to matter. Anything less isn't aware and likely isn't even really alive.
How much entropy do you think Quence has poisoned within his perception with rapish thoughts?
That's why rape kids like Quence need to be separated from "normal children"... because they spread rape like it's HIV... which is likely the parasentience that's driving them act inhuman.
Some people get the Lazy AIDS... that's Quence... the laziest rapist in the land.