Quotes

Alternative titles

• commonplace book
• heap of things
• quotes i expanded on because i found it fitting
• Pretentious Bullshit I Partially Disagree With
• raw excerpts

actually linking/sourcing them is too much effort, so too bad if you want to find the origin. go do it yourself. dig up your own knowledge.

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“Dependence is a subtle poison, slowly seeping into the soul, until one can no longer distinguish the self from the shackles that bind it.”

They’re idiots, their pathetic. All their little minds can imagine as the pinnacle of this technology is a machine that looks and feels human. But why would you ever want that? Humans are stupid, humans can double-think themselves into believing that the god they were raised to think is real while their neighbour who worships another is a lie and a cheat and a fool, while also being aware that neither of them has any more proof than the other. Humans are the bottom, the bare minimum when it comes to intellect and reasoning. Why in the world would you want your AI to be as smart as a human? If we create AI and they’re not entirely alien to us, then we will know that we’ve failed.

Then, in the corner of their vision, like a phantom, a flicker, a momentary mirage amidst the dancing light and the shifting vapors, they glimpsed the face of a bloodthirsty creature. It was a pale face, paler than the surface of any moon. Eyes black, scleras deep and hungry, but pupils glowing bright, carrying an expression far too intelligent, far too mocking, far too premeditated for a mere beast.

Keep it private till its permanent

“What had brought us out of such moments was our pioneer spirit, our determination and resolve!”

“for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health”

“The best long-term investment? Land. Real-estate. That’s why there isn’t an acre of land left for sale on Earth. It was such a good investment that it was invested in.”

“I don’t speak”, Bijaz said. “I operate a machine called language. It creaks and groans, but is mine own.”

The road to wisdom? Well, it’s plain
and simple to express:

Err
and err
and err again
but less
and less
and less.

“People are impossibly fond of useless crap. Slap a number on it, call it collectible, and make it even moderately interesting, appealing, sexy, or cute, and you’ll trigger something real deep in that person’s mind.”

Understand: we are all too afraid — of offending people, of stirring up conflict, of standing out from the crowd, of taking bold action. For thousands of years our relationship to this emotion has evolved — from a primitive fear of nature, to generalized anxiety about the future, to the fearful attitude that now dominates us. As rational, productive adults we are called upon to finally overcome this downward trend and to evolve beyond our fears.

I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.

If you view everything through the lens of fear, then you tend to stay in retreat mode. You can just as easily see a crisis or problem as a challenge, an opportunity to prove your mettle, the chance to strengthen, toughen, and forge yourself.

Do you know what kind of opportunity the average person has? Fuck-all. If you’re not born in the right family, have the right connections, and go to the right schools, you’re pretty much stuck kissing the ass of anyone one rung above you on the ladder while hoping they’ll slip up badly enough you can take their spot. Worse, your fortunes can turn in a blink. Spent ten years working your way up to middle management in your department? Too fucking bad, some shareholders decided your entire division needs to be pruned to meet some elusive goal or to make the curve on their graphs look smoother. Good luck starting from the bottom again. There’s no one to blame but yourself for failing to read the room.

Deadvods are videos, usually uploaded to a site like YouTube or one of its competitors, which features a content creator doing … whatever it is that they normally do. Game, beauty, movie reviews, commentary on events, creating memes, uploading minidocumentaries, etc. On a mechanical level, they’re not so different from a normal channel. Except that the creator is dead. The videos are prerecorded. Often by an ill content creator, or one who is planning on taking their own life. They often make light of their own demise, using it as a macabre punchline which resonates well with an equally dead-inside generation of viewers. With the advent of greater deepfakes, the number of such videos, even created against the explicit desires of their once-living creators, had increased tremendously.

“Ah, this is God’s Righteous Fury, we’re airborne. The rest of you can start climbing. We’re going to circle overhead, then head out to the shoreline for our first run. Intelchan, you got the coordinates?” Intel-chan’s voice popped onto the channel. “Mapped out and sent to all pilots. Have fun! Pilots, all call signs, check in.” “This is Nutcracker one, climbing,” one of the pilots said. I matched his location on my map, each van having an IFF. The vans had been numbered, but now their names were changing to match what the pilots were calling themselves. “Rear Ender two, coming in hot.” “Cockpit Crusher three, rising.” “Gorilla four, ready to ooga some boogas.” “Oscar-Oscar-Foxtrot five, ready to bring the pain,” the last pilot called out. And I was surrounded by fucking morons.

“My greatest motivator? Laziness, the will to not have to do much in the future.”

We need a new minority to pin things on. It’s becoming increasingly difficult to blame trans people or the gays. I can’t think of any new group to marginalize though. We have a few options, but none of them fit all of our criteria: 1. We need them to be relatively poor. 2. We can’t have that group be associated with us politically already. 3. They need a distinct culture. 4. They can’t be a group that’s well integrated with our own community. 5. The less media representation they have, the better. We’ll take care of first impressions. 6. If they have historical reasons for being disliked, then that would be a bonus. I’m thinking we can have the people in the south turn against the French? There’s a small but strong French community around New Orleans that we could pin things on. But then the actual French are pretty strong, so it could blow back against us. Ideas?

here’s meaning to be found in a stagnant life

I do have faith in you, HATE. I’m mostly teasing you to keep your mood up. You’re unusually motivated by antagonism, even of the more friendly variety. But I do think that, if you set your mind to it, you’ll master this in due time.

She doesn’t talk and she doesn’t grow up in her head, but she has a clever red hand with a clever red switch and a knife as long as fangs in her other hand, the normal fleshy hand, and she sneaks better than the others. She doesn’t grow up, but she grows silent in her steps and she grows sneaky with her knife and sharp with her eyes. The pictures on the screen tell a story, a story of a girl who runs fast and sneaky and who has a long knife. She hunts in the houses and she hunts in the woods where there are scary beasts, and the story is of many dead monsters and many children who lived because they met the girl with the red hand who wouldn’t grow up.

For thousands of years our relationship to this emotion has evolved, from a primitive fear of nature, to generalized anxiety about the future, to the fearful attitude that now dominates us. As rational, productive adults we are called upon to finally overcome this downward trend and to evolve beyond our fears.

Millions died thanks to these murderers. The sheer unrestrained madness of these XXX to slaughter life so easily.

Life is not meant to be extinguished in this manner.

Life is to struggle. To claw our way up the mountain that is progress.

Progress, even if we start from the smallest and lowest of places, is exhilarating. Death was final. Death was the end of all means of progress. What is life if not to constantly make small, incremental changes?

You made me think of this quote: “If you want to build a ship, don’t drum up the men to gather wood, divide the work, and give orders. Instead, teach them to yearn for the vast and endless sea.” - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

“See, boy, the better ya understan’ yerself, the kinder you are, usually. Kindness, as in, not compassion.
Compassion’s no virtue, ‘s just blind acceptance. Be a trap, often. Excuse yer failings; ‘s good for babies and kids. Not for older ones, traps ‘em with excuses.
Kindness is real, though. Can say no. It just tryna not break ‘em noses with ‘em noes.”

“I thought the Inquisition takes no sides,” Elizabeth pointed out.
“Your father has made a compelling case as for why keeping you shielded is beneficial for the Federation’s War efforts. The image of impartiality is vital, but small acts can be considered with sufficient incentives. The goal of neutrality is to preserve our power, not squander it.”

“One of the events precipitating the fall of several western nations was the rise of censorship. At some point, several governmental entities believed that more robust laws and regulations around the censoring of information were in order, to keep people in line.
This had the adverse effect, driving those who would be censored deeper into their own hidden corners.
It’s no wonder, then, that these people came out of these spaces as extremists, seeing their own governments as enemies and adversaries.
As it turns out, one cannot censor someone from shooting them in their own home.”

The pictures on the screen move and tell a story, of many dead people and more dead creatures. The little girl watches no more, her eyes glassy and open and numb. Red flows from her arm and the door flies open and there is the busy man, and he sees her in the corner next to the bed with the red hot knife and her burned hand, no switch and no hand on the other side, and he sees the beast with the fire inside. So he runs and he picks her up and she falls asleep. When she wakes up, there is a screen and it tells a story of many dead people and more dead creatures. She’s in a white room without her parents and without her brother and without her sister, and she doesn’t talk and doesn’t move until she is two years older, and then she has a new hand, a red hand with a red switch, a clever red switch in a clever red hand that can fly when she clicks the switch, it goes whoosh and red fire blooms.

You great star, what would your happiness be had you not those for whom you shine?

When you have lost one of those dearest to you, to suffer endless grief is foolish indulgence; to suffer none, inhuman hardness

A man looks upon a god
A benevolent tyrant
He see’s a being that will sentence millions to death
that will trample all in the name of their better
A shackled man looks upon a destroyer
He looks upon a god of decay
And he follows his chains back to his chainers
and spreads words to that of sweet smelling fruit
he does not speak to free himself of chains
he will remain bound
but with a collar instead of a chain
but his chainer’s
they will be broken

Sloth: The Chairman (The Still One)
Gluttony: The Devouring/Hollow One
Envy: The Mirrored One
Wrath: The Burning One
Lust: whichever one comes with the perfume
Greed: the one represented by gold
Pride: The Crowned One

knife the way the busy man showed her, and then she pushes as hard as she can. The beast gets loud and screams and bites her on the hand that holds the switch, and the hand comes off and the beast chokes and swallows the hand. Red drips from her arm and more red blooms in the beast, and soon the knife gets too hot to hold.

• Tenet, The First : There is no soul or anything resembling it. Man’s consciousness is purely a function of the physical interactions between itsy bitsy thingumajigs in his brain. Women are of course beyond belief.
• Corollary, The First: If we are indeed entirely physical entities, every aspect of us is subject to the vagaries of the environment, and I don’t mean the weather. Even our thoughts, decisions and ideas are a function of the physical state of the brain; which in turn depends on its previous state, and so on…ad infinitum.
  Old Corollary always was a presumptuous kid.
• Corollary, The Second: Physical dependence of mental states eliminates free will and choice. We become automata. The nice thing is that this solves the human/AI debate rather neatly. And neatness isn’t one of the Ten Commandments. Or is it? Maybe it was put into the fine print.
• Corollary, The Third: Lack of choice leads to the trivialisation of all moral and behavioural questions, the negation of all that’s good and bad and an emptiness of tautological dimensions.
• Footnote, The Rescuer: Being a philosopher, I can’t afford to resolve everything in a couple of paragraphs, so I resort to hierachial reductionism…or some such anachronism (notice my fondness for words I can’t pronounce). At a fundamental level, everything can be explained in principle by physical laws, notwithstanding the Uncertainty Principle. Still, one can try to explain stuff at higher hierachial levels. For instance, I can try to explain human behaviour on the basis of behavioural patterns, analogies and edifying assumptions, rather than interactions between neurons in the brain. Phew! For a moment there, I thought I was out of a pastime.

“Volwasenen willen liever done alsof wij het niet snappen waarover zij het hebben.”

“We (can) only trust in our own causes”

“Change is a direction, not a destination.”

Ripples in the fabric of space. A hell of inward-facing teeth, extending to infinity. A tongue that peeled the soul, eyes like apertures into insanity. Slavering planetoids shoved through the eye of a needle. Cracks where a thousand maws closed. A sigh of contentment like thunder in a tiny bowl.
Reality reasserted itself.

Each one of us is alone in the world. It takes great courage to meet the full force of your aloneness. Most of the activity in society is subconsciously designed to quell the voice crying in the wilderness within you

We sit silently and watch the world around us. This has taken a lifetime to learn. It seems only the old are able to sit next to one another and not say anything and still feel content. The young, brash and impatient, must always break the silence. It is a waste, for silence is pure.

Contact. Brief and dim, it was a startled awareness that merely brushed against Felix’s Mind. He reeled. Strange and terrifying facets swirled through him, all encompassing and upending. Nothing made sense. The images clustered and broke apart, fractal patterns that split infinitely in every direction, emotions he had no name for, and images that bled through his thoughts like wounds. All of it thundered in his mind in that brief moment.

For the early Buddhists, karma was non-linear and complex. Other Indian schools believed that karma operated in a simple straight line, with actions from the past influencing the present, and present actions influencing the future. As a result, they saw little room for free will.
Buddhists, however, saw that karma acts in multiple feedback loops, with the present moment being shaped both by past and by present actions; present actions shape not only the future but also the present. Furthermore, present actions need not be determined by past actions. In other words, there is free will, although its range is somewhat dictated by the past.
The nature of this freedom is symbolized in an image used by the early Buddhists: flowing water. Sometimes the flow from the past is so strong that little can be done except to stand fast, but there are also times when the flow is gentle enough to be diverted in almost any direction.
So, instead of promoting resigned powerlessness, the early Buddhist notion of karma focused on the liberating potential of what the mind is doing with every moment. Who you are — what you come from — is not anywhere near as important as the mind’s motives for what it is doing right now.

Step 1—Crawl inside the machine.

Step 2—The screws go tight all around.

Step 3—Cross my heart and hope to die.

Step 4—Stick a needle in your eye.

Can you dream of eternity?
Can you imagine it?
Is imagination (eventually) limitless, if it is, then we should be able to right?

Silence is holy. It draws people together because only those who are comfortable with each other can sit without speaking. This is the great paradox.”

that unease you feel, that hate you feel to those?, that is your subconsisous screaming to you “i see myself in this! i hate this! so i need to resolve this!”

You are waiting for the revolution? My own began a long time ago! When you will be ready (God, what an endless wait!) I won’t mind going along with you for awhile. But when you stop, I shall continue on my insane and triumphal way toward the great and sublime conquest of the nothing!

She watches as the beast’s head comes around the corner, and she looks into its black eyes, hungry eyes. The numb little girl did listen well when the busy man in the green clothes gave her the red switch and the long knife and said: “When your mama and your papa is gone, and your brother and your sister is gone, and you’re all alone, and there is a scary beast, press this red button and keep it pressed, and take this knife and hold it so.” And the busy man showed her how to hold the knife. “And when the scary beast comes close and you can’t run and nobody is there, then you hold the knife and you push as hard as you can and you keep the button pressed.” The little girl keeps the button pressed and the beast comes closer and there is nobody else. So she holds the

“Through feeding on a single kola-fruit a day, my body reached a state of extreme emaciation. Because of eating so little my limbs became like the jointed segments of vine stems or bamboo stems. Because of eating so little my backside became like a camel’s hoof. Because of eating so little the projections on my spine stood forth like corded beads. Because of eating so little my ribs jutted out as gaunt as the crazy rafters of an old roofless barn. Because of eating so little the gleam of my eyes sank far down in their sockets, looking like a gleam of water which has sunk far down in a deep well. Because of eating so little my scalp shrivelled and withered as a green bitter gourd shrivels and withers in the wind and sun. Because of eating so little my belly skin adhered to my backbone; thus if I touched my belly skin I encountered my backbone, and if I touched my backbone I encountered my belly skin. Because of eating so little, if I tried to ease my body by rubbing my limbs with my hands, the hair, rotted at its roots, fell from my body as I rubbed.”

we’re currently disbanding Gentoo Foundation in favor of SPI to reduce the risk of direct financial governance becoming a choke point.

THE VERY FIRST THING I REMEMBER IN MY EARLY CHILDHOOD IS A FLAME, A BLUE FLAME JUMPING OFF A GAS STOVE SOMEBODY LIT…. I WAS THREE YEARS OLD…. I FELT FEAR, REAL FEAR, FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE. BUT I REMEMBER IT ALSO LIKE SOME KIND OF ADVENTURE, SOME KIND OF WEIRD JOY, TOO. I GUESS THAT EXPERIENCE TOOK ME SOMEPLACE IN MY HEAD I HADN’T BEEN BEFORE. TO SOME FRONTIER, THE EDGE, MAYBE, OF EVERYTHING POSSIBLE…THE FEAR I HAD WAS ALMOST LIKE AN INVITATION, A CHALLENGE TO GO FORWARD INTO SOMETHING I KNEW NOTHING ABOUT. THAT’S WHERE I THINK MY PERSONAL PHILOSOPHY OF LIFE…STARTED, WITH THAT MOMENT…. IN MY MIND I HAVE ALWAYS BELIEVED AND THOUGHT SINCE THEN THAT MY MOTION HAD TO BE FORWARD, AWAY FROM THE HEAT OF THAT FLAME.

“Silence is essential. We need silence just as much as we need air, just as much as plants need light. If our minds are crowded with words and thoughts, there is no space for us.”

Don’t go hoard buying. Use what you have first. You will notice that during the year the things you really use will get empty, for these things you can make an exception since they are necessities for your life and it will give you a great idea of the things you really NEED. :)

Also, if something gets broken try to see if you could go a week without it. If you notice you really do use it, then buy a replacement.

I started my no buy this January so I’m already some months on the way. Would love to hear your rules!

effective and efficient without regard to delicate sensibilities

“I have not been dominated by the Dominant Idea of my Age; I have chosen mine own allegiance, and served it. I have proved by a lifetime that there is that in man which saves him from the absolute tyranny of Circumstance, which in the end conquers and remolds Circumstance, the immortal fire of Individual Will, which is the salvation of the Future.”

Life is like floating down a river.

We may move along with the river’s current, or we may “try” to fight the river’s current, but we are never “not” in the river.

Even when we “think” we are fighting the current, we are still flowing the current, because the current, the flow, is bigger than we are.

It is less about “whether” we will flow with the river or not, and more about “how” we will flow with the river.

Consider a surfer.

Once he catches a wave he’s going towards the shore whether he likes it or not.

Whether the surfer is going to the shore, or not, is not the question.

The question is, will he do so, gracefully, smoothly, and in accord with the wave, or will he be tossed, tumbled and crashed into the rocks?

It’s not about whether we are moving with the flow, or not. We are always moving with the flow.

It’s about how we will do so.

“Mater artium necessitas; the mother of invention is necessity.”

1 find common ground
2 show interest
3 seize weakness

“You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet, still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.”

That’s the pain problem with AI. It all sounds good on first scan, because it’s verbose and well-written text. But the content doesn’t make much sense if you read slowly and think about it.

A sage gets punched in the face. The sage responds: “Please show me my mistake that I am blind to, so that I can correct it or try to make up for it.”

“The signs of one who is making progress are that he criticizes no one, praises no one, blames or accuses no one”—Epictetus, E48.2
“If you wish it, you are free; if you wish it, you’ll find fault with no one, you’ll cast blame on no one”—Epictetus, D1.17.28

Yep, experiences and relationships. Reality is more like a complex web of interconnected processes rather than some 3D world with separate selves and objects. It becomes glaringly obvious the more you practice mindfulness meditation Even quantum physics pointed this out with wave particle duality. Particles look like something solid but upon further analysis you find they are very slippery, you can’t quite pinpoint them

do not go gentle into that good night

because im young arrogant and hate everything you stand for

Such carelessness breaks one of the cardinal rules of keeping a low profile; never commit more than one crime at a time

Renzo, and most other individualists, admit that individualist anarchists and egoists will never be anything but a small minority of people. Because embracing truth and authenticity requires admitting all of the frameworks of morality, justice, solidarity, right and wrong, etc. you were raised with are all relative and made up. And that’s terrifying!

Anarchism, which is the natural liberty of the individual freed from the odious yoke of spiritual and material rulers, is not the construction of a new and suffocating society.’ It is a decisive fight against all societies-christian, democratic, socialist, communist, etc., etc.

Aim to be someome children look up to.
’?’
Why would i do that? That seems boring.

Anarchism is the eternal struggle of a small minority of aristocratic outsiders against all societies which follow one another on the stage of history.”

The fall of our footsteps ringeth too hollow through their streets. And just as at night, when they are in bed and hear a man abroad long before sunrise, so they ask themselves concerning us: Where goeth the thief? Go not to men, but stay in the forest! Go rather to the animals! Why not be like mea bear amongst bears, a bird amongst birds?” “And what doeth the saint in the forest?” asked Zarathustra. The saint answered: “I make hymns and sing them; and in making hymns I laugh and weep and mumble: thus do I praise God. With singing, weeping, laughing, and mumbling do I praise the God who is my God.”

‘If a behavior is insufficient in any of the four stages, it will not become a habit, Eliminate the cue and your habit will never start.
Reduce the craving and you won’t experience enough motivation to act.
Make the behavior difficult and you won’t be able to do it.
And if the reward fails to satisfy your desire, then you’ll have no reason to do it again in the future.
Without all four, a behavior will not be repeated.’
Cue, craving, response and reward

Any society that you build will have its limits. And outside the limits of any society the unruly and heroic tramps will wander, with their wild & virgin thoughts - they who cannot live without planning ever new and dreadful outbursts of rebellion! I shall be among them!

We are treating the symptoms, not the cause. we need to find the origin of what went wrong/is going wrong and improve/cure/understand it. to be better

grants skills related to alchemy, persuasion, manipulation, and religious practices. No matter the labels, no matter the definitions, you shall continue to further the goals of the Malefic Viper while grasping all the power you possibly can along the way.

There are two kinds of survivalists: the enthusiasts, who only wish to participate in a hobby that could well save their lives later, and the true survivalists, those who wish to abandon the shackles that society has placed around their necks.

Wherein Twilight learns, to her dismay,
the limits to which logic will carry unpopular arguments,
and makes plans to further educate herself

Power was not loyalty. Magic was not worship. Faith could be wielded like any other blade, or abandoned when its edge dulled.

“A smart pony learns from her mistakes.
A wise pony learns from the mistakes of others.
A desperate pony invents entirely new and fascinating mistakes.”

“She now sought not only to broaden her horizons with classical education but also absorbed everything that happened in her fantasy stories”

All Choices Have Consequences, and they can be averted

“Each problem that I solved became a rule, which served afterwards to solve other problems.”

“The most effective way to change your habits is to focus not on what you want to achieve, but on who you wish to become.”

“for her mediocrity wasn’t failure. It was betrayal”

“Motivation is what gets you started. Habit is what keeps you going.”

“Every day do something that will inch you closer to a better tomorrow.”

“Your identity emerges out of your habits. Every action is a vote for the type of person you wish to become.”

Not all HEROES/THRESHOLDERS/TRANSCENDENTS have a gimmick, but nearly all of them do. These sometimes form from necessity or preference. A adopting a certain kind of weaponry might specialize in that. Others prefer taking a certain role, and will purchase equipment according to that. Still others will find a theme and, over time, will push and develop that to its sometimes illogical extreme.

“School is trying to teach you how to be average and conform to the social norm, Don’t listen to everything, reject the stupid rules, and follow/create your own path”

“Keep your inner child alive.”

“Listen to the child inside of you, but don’t always follow it”

“Absorb what is useful. Discard what is not. Add what is uniquely your own.”

“Life isn’t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.”

She watches as the beast’s head comes around the corner, and she looks into its black eyes, hungry eyes. The numb little girl did listen well when the busy man in the green clothes gave her the red switch and the long knife and said: “When your mama and your papa is gone, and your brother and your sister is gone, and you’re all alone, and there is a scary beast, press this red button and keep it pressed, and take this knife and hold it so.” And the busy man showed her how to hold the knife. “And when the scary beast comes close and you can’t run and nobody is there, then you hold the knife and you push as hard as you can and you keep the button pressed.” The little girl keeps the button pressed and the beast comes closer and there is nobody else. So she holds the

“Despite everything, your still you.”

“And I sat pondering at the edge of a timeless sea. Pondering at what’s left of me.
Pondering, Is it truly me?”

oh woe, those who try to find themselves, do you not release how stupid that is? have you tried seeing in the future? ofc not idiot. you plan for it, you build it, you are your own architect, what architect tries to find the fucking blueprint?? no!, he creates it! you disillusioned man, i hope you learn too see.

“Born too late to explore the Earth and Too early to explore the stars.”

Point. Buy. Kill some xenos, fill your supply! Bam, bam, the counter’s a trap Click clack, new gear in yo’ lap Rinse, repeat, climb so high! Lyrical extract from Point. Buy., Gun and Done’s best selling rap single of 2043

“Truth in lies, lies in truth.”

I’m thoroughly memory safety pilled
A lot of people using Zig and interacting with the Zig community seem to become engineering pilled. That’s a way more potent pill.

“But people don’t always know what’s good for them.”

Who I once was Is not who I am now, do not hold on to things you are not anymore for it is in my nature to always change, this does not always happen on the same scale but however you change it is still important.

masquerade protocol; Contingency Bleak INITIATED

I called it an ‘impotent mustache,’ Cranston told GQ. “And I know how to shape an impotent mustache, if anyone’s interested. If a mustache drops below the creases of the lips, no, that gets bada**. That gets nasty. So you have to make sure it’s always above the crease of the lips. And you thin it out, so you can see skin underneath it. And it doesn’t look as masculine. It just seems, ‘What’s the point?

“FUCK MY LIFE!” – They, who have contracted a terminal case of reality

“The pursuit of happiness does not always equate the pursuit of freedom. the pursuit of hapiness is not always the same as hedonism”

“Do not get trapped in your own head.”

“The Internet is so big, so powerful and pointless that for some people it is a complete substitute for life.”

“Hard times create strong men, strong men create good times, good times create weak men, and weak men create hard times.”

“Carpe diem! Just…don’t pluck too hard. Don’t want the universe to unravel.”

“Don’t trust the government, to hold the individual interest in mind”

What separates those who go under and those who rise above adversity is the strength of their will and their hunger for power.

Beside her, Yin lit up like the morning sun as he too shook with the sweet, duplicitous song of the Green Wilds. It was violence sheathed in transcendent calm. A vestige of the Grim Nightshade, and evidence of their Bargain.

“Ask a question. Do research. Form a hypothesis. Test that hypothesis. Analyze the data. Draw a conclusion. Repeat.”

“Once you give governments power, They don’t give it back.”

I teach you the Superman, Man is something that is to be surpassed. What have ye done to surpass man? What havve ye done to surpass your origin? What have ye done to surpass yourself?

The lion had spent its entire life training to fight against men, but it was not prepared for the fungi and parasite that attached itself to its flesh. But living beings had antibodies and defense mechanisms, and unlike them, the Leviathan’s body wobbled.

A bird that likes comfy and happy things, and also knives. Once ate a god’s eye and awakened the ability to see all that is good in the world. Known to steal shiny ideas and baubles. Currently forbidden from writing his own bios.

“Nothing is to be taken seriously on the internet”

“Do not take everything serious on the internet.”

“Investigate the origin and than make your opinion”

“One small step for men, one giant leap for mankind.”

“If i want something done right, i have to do it yourself”

Little fingers cradle a frame, little eyes stare silently at the screen. Little knees pulled to her chest, little girl’s tears flow no more, long dry. Her parents lie dead not far, father’s hand dropped his ax, mother’s hand dropped her knife. Five mangled bodies slashed and sliced lie there too, gruesome maws wide open, butcher’s grimace. Her brother bleeds weakly, his pistol droops to the ground, his eyes unfocused, thoughts grow faint. The pictures on the screen move and tell a story, of many dead people and more dead creatures. She watches her sister fight and watches her die, impaled on spears of bone and claw. She watches as a switch falls from her sister’s hands and fire swallows all.

“I would rather die chasing my dream then die of old age with (silent) regret”

a certain kind of madness balancing fortitude and near maniacal drive

“They create a bogus study which they publish in a serious-sounding science magazine owned by a for-profit university with a grand name like Anthropological University of Pennsylvania or the like. Website A publishes an outrageous article citing this study, then website B picks up the story, quoting website A. Website C does the same quoting website B… and then website A quotes website C as source. Now, all the clickbait articles dangled under the nose of viewers come with a list of apparently reliable sources. Of course, they control every organism involved from the start. It’s just a ploy…”

SIRE, I AM FROM THE OTHER COUNTRY

We are bored in the city, there is no longer any Temple of the Sun. Between the legs of the women walking by, the dadaists imagined a monkey wrench and the surrealists a crystal cup. That’s lost. We know how to read every promise in faces—the latest stage of morphology. The poetry of the billboards lasted twenty years. We are bored in the city, we really have to strain to still discover mysteries on the sidewalk billboards, the latest state of humor and poetry:

• Shower
• Bath of the Patriarchs
• Meat Cutting Machines
• Notre Dame Zoo
• Sports Pharmacy
• Martyrs Provisions
• Translucent Concrete
• Golden Touch Sawmill
• Center for Functional Recuperation
• Sainte Anne Ambulance
• Cafe Fifth Avenue
• Prolonged Volunteers Street
• Family Boarding House in the Garden
• Hotel of Strangers
• Wild Street

And the swimming pool on the Street of Little Girls. And the police station on Rendezvous Street. The medical-surgical clinic and the free placement center on the Quai des Orfevres. The artificial flowers on Sun Street. The Castle Cellars Hotel, the Ocean Bar and the Coming and Going Cafe. The Hotel of the Epoch.

And the strange statue of Dr. Philippe Pinel, benefactor of the insane, in the last evenings of summer. To explore Paris.

And you, forgotten, your memories ravaged by all the consternations of two hemispheres, stranded in the Red Cellars of Pali-Kao, without music and without geography, no longer setting out for the hacienda where the roots think of the child and where the wine is finished off with fables from an old almanac. Now that’s finished. You’ll never see the hacienda. It doesn’t exist.

The hacienda must be built.

All cities are geological; you cannot take three steps without encountering ghosts bearing all the prestige of their legends. We move within a closed landscape whose landmarks constantly draw us toward the past. Certain shifting angles, certain receding perspectives, allow us to glimpse original conceptions of space, but this vision remains fragmentary. It must be sought in the magical locales of fairy tales and surrealist writings: castles, endless walls, little forgotten bars, mammoth caverns, casino mirrors.

These dated images retain a small catalyzing power, but it is almost impossible to use them in a symbolic urbanism without rejuvenating them by giving them a new meaning. Our imaginations, haunted by the old archetypes, have remained far behind the sophistication of the machines. The various attempts to integrate modern science into new myths remain inadequate. Meanwhile abstraction has invaded all the arts, contemporary architecture in particular. Pure plasticity, inanimate, storyless, soothes the eye. Elsewhere other fragmentary beauties can be found — while the promised land of syntheses continually recedes into the distance. Everyone wavers between the emotionally still — alive past and the already dead future.

We will not work to prolong the mechanical civilizations and frigid architecture that ultimately lead to boring leisure.

We propose to invent new, changeable decors…

Darkness and obscurity are banished by artificial lighting, and the seasons by air conditioning; night and summer are losing their charm and dawn is disappearing. The man of the cities thinks he has escaped from cosmic reality, but there is no corresponding expansion of his dream life. The reason is clear: dreams spring from reality and are realized in it.

The latest technological developments would make possible the individual’s unbroken contact with cosmic reality while eliminating its disagreeable aspects. Stars and rain can be seen through glass ceilings. The mobile house turns with the sun. Its sliding walls enable vegetation to invade life. Mounted on tracks, it can go down to the sea in the morning and return to the forest in the evening.

Architecture is the simplest means of articulating time and space, of modulating reality, of engendering dreams. It is a matter not only of plastic articulation and modulation expressing an ephemeral beauty, but of a modulation producing influences in accordance with the eternal spectrum of human desires and the progress in realizing them.

The architecture of tomorrow will be a means of modifying present conceptions of time and space. It will be a means of knowledge and a means of action.

The architectural complex will be modifiable. Its aspect will change totally or partially in accordance with the will of its inhabitants…

Past collectivities offered the masses an absolute truth and incontrovertable mythical exemplars. The appearance of the notion of relativity in the modern mind allows one to surmise the EXPERIMENTAL aspect of the next civilization (although I’m not satisfied with that word; say, more supple, more “fun”). On the bases of this mobile civilization, architecture will, at least initially, be a means of experimenting with a thousand ways of modifying life, with a view to a mythic synthesis.

A mental disease has swept the planet: banalization. Everyone is hypnotized by production and conveniences sewage system, elevator, bathroom, washing machine.

This state of affairs, arising out of a struggle against poverty, has overshot its ultimate goal—the liberation of man from material cares—and become an obsessive image hanging over the present. Presented with the alternative of love or a garbage disposal unit, young people of all countries have chosen the garbage disposal unit. It has become essential to bring about a complete spiritual transformation by bringing to light forgotten desires and by creating entirely new ones. And by carrying out an intensive propaganda in favor of these desires.

We have already pointed out the need of constructing situations as being one of the fundamental desires on which the next civilization will be founded. This need for absolute creation has always been intimately associated with the need to play with architecture, time and space…

Chirico remains one of the most remarkable architectural precursors. He was grappling with the problems of absences and presences in time and space. We know that an object that is not consciously noticed at the time of a first visit can, by its absence during subsequent visits, provoke an indefinable impression: as a result of this sighting backward in time, the absence of the object becomes a presence one can feel. More precisely: although the quality of the impression generally remains indefinite, it nevertheless varies with the nature of the removed object and the importance accorded it by the visitor, ranging from serene joy to terror. (It is of no particular significance that in this specific case memory is the vehicle of these feelings; I only selected this example for its convenience.)

In Chirico’s paintings (during his Arcade period) an empty space creates a full-filled time. It is easy to imagine the fantastic future possibilities of such architecture and its influence on the masses. Today we can have nothing but contempt for a century that relegates such blueprints to its so-called museums.

This new vision of time and space, which will be the theoretical basis of future constructions, is still imprecise and will remain so until experimentation with patterns of behavior has taken place in cities specifically established for this purpose, cities assembling—in addition to the facilities necessary for a minimum of comfort and security— buildings charged with evocative power, symbolic edifices representing desires, forces, events past, present and to come. A rational extension of the old religious systems, of old tales, and above all of psychoanalysis, into architectural expression becomes more and more urgent as all the reasons for becoming impassioned disappear.

Everyone will live in his own personal “cathedral,” so to speak. There will be rooms more conducive to dreams than any drug, and houses where one cannot help but love. Others will be irresistibly alluring to travelers… This project could be compared with the Chinese and Japanese gardens of illusory perspectives [en trompe l’oeil]—with the difference that those gardens are not designed to be lived in all the time—or with the ridiculous labyrinth in the Jardin des Plantes, at the entry to which is written (height of absurdity, Ariadne unemployed): Games are forbidden in the labyrinth. This city could be envisaged in the form of an arbitrary assemblage of castles, grottos, lakes, etc. It would be the baroque stage of urbanism considered as a means of knowledge. But this theoretical phase is already outdated. We know that a modern building could be constructed which would have no resemblance to a medieval castle but which could preserve and enhance the Castle poetic power (by the conservation of a strict minimum of lines, the transposition of certain others, the positioning of openings, the topographical location, etc.).

The districts of this city could correspond to the whole spectrum of diverse feelings that one encounters by chance in everyday life.

Bizarre Quarter—Happy Quarter (specially reserved for habitation) — Noble and Tragic Quarter (for good children)—Historical Quarter (museums, schools)—Useful Quarter (hospital, tool shops) —Sinister Quarter, etc. And an Astrolaire which would group plant species in accordance with the relations they manifest with the stellar rhythm, a planetary garden comparable to that which the astronomer Thomas wants to establish at Laaer Berg in Vienna. Indispensable for giving the inhabitants a consciousness of the cosmic. Perhaps also a Death Quarter, not for dying in but so as to have somewhere to live in peace, and I think here of Mexico and of a principle of cruelty in innocence that appeals more to me every day.

The Sinister Quarter, for example, would be a good replacement for those hellholes that many peoples once possessed in their capitals: they symbolized all the evil forces of life. The Sinister Quarter would have no need to harbor real dangers, such as traps, dungeons or mines. It would be difficult to get into, with a hideous decor (piercing whistles, alarm bells, sirens wailing intermittently, grotesque sculptures, power-driven mobiles, called Auto-Mobiles), and as poorly lit at night as it is blindinglylit during the day by an intensive use of reflection. At the center, the “Square of the Appalling Mobile.” Saturation of the market with a product causes the product’s market value to fall: thus, as they explored the Sinister Quarter, the child and the adult would learn not to fear the anguishing occasions of life, but to be amused by them.

The principal activity of the inhabitants will be the CONTINUOUS DÉRIVE. The changing of landscapes from one hour to the next will result in complete disorientation…

Later, as the gestures inevitably grow stale, this dérive will partially leave the realm of direct experience for that of representation…

The economic obstacles are only apparent. We know that the more a place is set apart for free play, the more it influences people’s behavior and the greater is its force of attraction. This is demonstrated by the immense prestige of Monaco and Las Vegas—and Reno, that caricature of free love—although they are mere gambling places. Our first experimental city would live largely off tolerated and controlled tourism. Future avant-garde activities and productions would naturally tend to gravitate there. In a few years it would become the intellectual capital of the world and would be universally recognized as such.

Time by itself would still only result in failure, though. The issue was that one often realized the error of one’s actions only when it was too late. An aspect could appear perfect to integrate at one moment, and only down the line would the Sword Saint realize it had been a mistake and would have to correct it. One correction would lead to more, and his entire Path could crumble. This was just another reason why most chose to focus on either a predetermined Path or have a far more focused scope, where even if they made a mistake, the consequences wouldn’t be that bad.

Fortunately for the Sword Saint, none of this applied to him, because unlike everyone else, he already knew the destination of his Path. He could already glimpse it. The core of his Transcendence remained the peak of his spring and his most ideal form, and while he couldn’t enter it at will, he could always feel it. If something wasn’t compatible with his ideal state of swordsmanship, he discarded it immediately without even thinking about it.

Of course, even his ideal self grew as he grew, but it was always there, far ahead of the current him, serving as a milestone of where to go.

Quantum immortality, the desperate belief. how sad

“Pain is the hammer, it can forge you but it can also destroy you”

“pain = greater gains but also bigger risk”

“I think, therefore I am” better =” i am my own”

• underlying system determines a large part of success.

A lot like Stormild, her elemental nature shone through, making her innately more childish and flighty than a normal beast. This isn’t to say she wasn’t as smart as other monsters; it just meant that becoming more “mature” wasn’t a prioritized development goal.

If you must acknowledge my departure, here’s how I want you to do it: Don’t worry about the fucking internet. Eat, drink, be merry. Love your spouses. Play with your children. Run wild beneath the sun with your dogs. Let your cats curl up in your laps. Sing and dance skyclad beneath the moon and stars. Indulge in public fornication. Destroy your idols. Burn the churches down. Raze every prison to the ground. Smash the state. Seize the means of production. Shout at the Devil, curse God, and live free

The notion that behavior can be separated into mutually exclusive components, such as mental or psychological aspects of behavior and purely physical aspects of behavior, is not sustainable given the current understanding of behavior. All psychological and emotional processes have a physiological basis, and all complicated behaviors (behaviors that are not simply reflex actions) have a significant emotional and psychological component. The old dualistic separation of mind and body is a myth and an unrealistic way to view nearly any type of behavior. This includes behaviors associated with substance use disorders and process addictions (e.g. compulsive gambling). Any designation of something as being “purely physical” or “purely psychological” reflects a misunderstanding of behavior in general.

The eye hummed. It was a sweet sound that Felix couldn’t stand. It thundered across the horizon like a whale call, slipping through him like a sharp, freezing gale. His Aspects resonated with it, turning every piece of Felix on edge as metal drawn against metal. He convulsed, tossed back onto his knees.

You Are Worthy.

The eye blinked and was gone.

You Have Completed A Hidden Quest!

Earn Etrionn’s Approval

The Great Beast of a distant land has approved of your judgment and has granted you Authority over its remains! Weep, for it was the last of its kind. Rejoice, for all things must end so others may start anew.

References/Inspiration

[A Brief Guide to Keeping a Commonplace Book – Notebook of Ghosts](https://notebookofghosts.com/2018/02/25/a-brief-guide-to-keeping-a-commonplace-book/
How to Start a Commonplace Book — Miranda’s Notebook
A Simple Guide to Keeping a Commonplace Book