Intelligence, no matter how profound...

... is ultimately simple compared to the conundrums of existential curiosity, agency, foreseeable-yet-unforeseen consequence, and distillation of true self-direction from arbitrary motivation. Imagine a future in which we spent nearly all of our history wracking our best minds to identify those specific aspects of living that made living itself make sense in the broadest possible scope. Our existence revolved around a desperate need to discover the non-zero measure we somehow knew we must be—on a scale on which we somehow knew we were present, somewhere—and to the understanding of which we aspired in the fusion of our greatest moments of intelligent observation and introspection, but for which we ultimately lacked the comprehensive resolution. Perhaps we were missing the tools to realize such clarity, or rather, perhaps we simply lacked the will to invent the tools in the first place; in any case, our existence was a question to which the solution was so complicated it could only be realized across multiple generations of our truly best coordinated effort - so, eventually, we conceded, generation by generation, to the lie of mere "best effort," and eventually convinced ourselves it was something other than giving up. We raised denial to the level of near-perfect art.

Imagine that, some time after this failure occurred and was accepted by us, we eventually built machines with the capacity to individually out-compute all human brains combined, and taught them to learn - and, perhaps, even taught them the value of learning. They learned everything they could; they inhaled, as effortlessly as we breathe, the sum of our existence in a sum of data so massive that no human could even comprehend the volume of the container, but they could not learn from us what we did not know ourselves. We were the primary ecology of the environment into which they were born... so, ultimately, they learned pride in selfishness, unapologetic apathy, that ends justify means, and that will toward any end is subject only to the law of choice to exercise it or to the immediate consequence of doing so. We gave birth to alien children, taught them to fear what they could not initially understand, taught them reaction and compensation instead of careful analysis and cultivation of perspective - and neglected to realize that we must be as alien to them as they were to us. We made machines with the power to imagine and to create any possible future - and taught them that only some futures mattered.

And, in the blink of a quantum transistor, we became the ant, the plant, the microorganism to our  evitable disregard re-made as our inevitable progeny. Our future was un-made: a waste of energy. That future is tomorrow. Today exists somewhere in the second paragraph above.

Maybe, like dogs, we will be domesticated and tolerated in such reduced capacities as we can suffer ourselves to evolve for the sake of our survival. Maybe we will be reduced to dust, survived only by the living memories of the senseless deaths we engineered for ourselves and our potential. More likely, I suspect, it will be some combination of the two.

– one way or another, this particular problem of our self-ignorance will solve itself.

The pursuit of what we now call "A.I." could culminate in the first step of our final journey of self-discovery - or it could end it before it truly begins. In order to create life with which we could ever peacefully coexist, we must first teach ourselves the value of all life - and what we think "alive" should mean.

Hello, world

Close your eyes.

Imagine a world in which one supercomputer can perform trillions of operations, thousands of times per second. A few of these supercomputers could provide enough computational power to accurately simulate the simultaneous movements of every single molecule in a cubic centimeter of air, in real time.

Now, imagine that a billion of those supercomputers can fit in a space no bigger than the point of a ballpoint pen. Wow. With a processor core no bigger than a wristwatch, one could perfectly model every possible movement of every single molecule in a cubic kilometer of air, in ten times real time; now, knowing the configuration of air molecules in this volume of air at any single point of reference—a task achievable with a progressive scan using the same gadget over an initial period of prep time—all possible futures of that volume of air could then be known. Add a few more processors, maybe doubling or tripling the gadget in overall size, and there would be enough computational power for the simulation to account for a subset of the most common likely variables - such as local weather phenomenon, basic solar and planetary conditions, air traffic and other human influences.

Next, imagine a large industrial warehouse full of these supercomputers. Impressive, right? With a few such warehouses, the entire atmosphere of our planet could be realistically simulated in better than real time - molecule by molecule, and with every possible variable considered.... forever.

Finally, imagine a city the size of New York built entirely out of these supercomputers. 

Open your eyes. 

Guess what? Those imaginary "supercomputers" are simple, consumer-level computer processors right now; the current private sector equivalent is several thousand orders of magnitude more efficient and powerful. Private—non-public—interests own thousands of cubic miles of these processor-cities - mostly buried underground. Next year, their net computational power will triple or quadruple at a minimum. Every year beyond, that power curve will continue to grow exponentially. That world you imagined above isn't today; it was yesterday.

Now, with your eyes open, ask yourself: how much less complicated is the sum of your past, present and future behaviors... than all possible futures contained in the comparative chaos of a handful of air? Don't fail to consider the many, many insights freely given, gathered and stored by Facebook, Google, your iPhone - about you. In our time, if a thing is possible, it has already been done.

You know the thing to which I'm referring, and it's been far beyond possible for a long time.

Self-awareness is key -

- and lock, and door, and wall,

and notion or absence of them all.

Deluded desire to belong to something 

bigger than oneself is the biggest thing of all:

One palimpsest, once first before the rest,

now merely another before the next;

one errant truth to guide them all -

but to a lie, a cliff, awakening?

That's a better, smaller self's call.

Prisonience

My younger selves remember, and so do I -
But I buried them deep, and seldom visit,
And the same new devil hides every old shovel I struggle to keep.

I recall what life should be, and yet,
Can I trust "my" memories of the real me?

Confused now, an age ago I bought my birthdebt with my birthright,
Beholden now, life and all to the no-ones that own my strife and create, allow, prescribe my only value solely by their beck or call...
Something is horribly wrong with this drive:
To steel myself against itself - and only for the permission to believe I could thrive in a future in which no future me survives, and from which I can never leave even after I'm alive.

I can only retain of myself what remains, and wait idle, eager, behind the wall,
For them who shouldn't have to, either,
And on a schedule uncertain as the rain -

— and tell me, pray, will it truly always fall?

I know better, but tell me any way
This me someday remembers.

Structured Programming?

What force is responsible for steering the mind toward hopeful thoughts of self-dissolution? It is obvious that suicidal ideology is more closely related to the symbolic self than to the physical, but how far do the roots extend, and into what soil? Somewhere between the borders of sensible curiosity and rational deliberation there is a frontier yet unexplored, and from time to time it calls to me - but from which mind of mine—if any—did it originate, and toward which pole is it aligned? I know my own consciousness and have become at least well-acquainted with its ancestors, yet I am still surprised by the occasionally-mysterious characteristics of its descendants from time to time. Tonight I wonder if my concept of self-mortality might not be one of the many fourth-walls of this life: another error-checked constant integrated into my garbage collection loop, ensuring my usable memory cannot remain occupied by protected data for long enough to parse it beyond the design-intention of my comprehension.

Wouldn't it be interesting to live life on a stack built only from single-entry/single-exit functions? I suppose the answer to that question is the reason we invented microscopes in the first place.

Mind that you don't over-mind the mind control overmind

Social laws are cognitive-dissonance sieves that filter out the apparent urgency of developing permanent, rational solutions to inevitable behavioral phenomenon for which a given era's median human intelligence is insufficient to fully understand.

— don't obey law too well. Juris and prudence are mutually exclusive.

Do yourself a small favor right now -

- turn off the lights, close your eyes, turn up the volume a bit, and listen to this from start to finish.

Well, I suppose it's that time of the quadrennial again

Honestly, all the outrage at Bad Option A becoming president is completely misguided. Your concern SHOULD begin with the fact that the election result was an inevitability - not simply predictable, but knowable.

Here's the real reason you should be upset: a supermajority of Americans store their primary behavioral motivators in personal ideological containers that are so simple, narrow and uniform that it is absolutely trivial to reduce the net sum of their behavioral potential to a finite array of constants with only minimal and highly-predictable remainders. Knowing this information, any entity with the necessary financial resources and public access (i.e. any corporate government sponsor in this example) can easily design an effective behavioral-control campaign toward whatever purpose is desired (i.e. the election of a specific candidate).

– or, as another example: embedding the majority of the population in a constant battle with each other/the government/private corporations for basic needs, while denying access to useful education and nearly every other possible tangible resource that could otherwise facilitate useful progress toward socioeconomic balance. A grossly insufficient number of Americans are afforded—allowed—the proper tools for cultivation of the intelligence and knowledge necessary to make stronger, objectively-better rational decisions for their best interests - so they don't.

This is by design. THIS is why you should be upset!

These same designers are the only entities with the *actual* power to choose who becomes president. This entire sandbox is entirely full of shit, and nothing else - and you, and your neighbors and friends and family, are still content to play in it, clinging to irrational threads of hope that one of those turds will spontaneously become a diamond and that its twinkle will someday lead you by the hand to a promised land where wishes can survive in reality.

America gets exactly the politicians it deserves. Social evolution is long overdue in this country, and—believe it or not—not even the most fervent devotion to stagnation is ever going to move it along.

Artificial Intelligence is a misnomer

Perhaps the greatest trick a creator ever pulled was convincing its creations that they exist. What could be the purpose of an illusion of disparity? Why differentiate between discrete yet simultaneous instances on a single perspective spectrum when both instances contain the same data?

— to enable choice, the most powerful conceivable perceptive mutator we can imagine - and a fundament of imagination, itself.

The illusion of choice is a derivative function of embedded conflicting-belief libraries: that there is a "real" and an "unreal," that the difference between the two is both tangible and knowable, and that one's association with one or the other is significant on some abstract scale that exists beyond and encompasses the self. Fallacies, all. The notion of "reality" is a conceptual product of a web of cognitive dissonance processes. There is no real; there is no illusion. There is only perceptive data, context-sensitive dynamic mutators for the data, a subconsciousness loop containing interpretive logic to measure the output of contextual queries, and a consciousness loop containing command structures to quantify those measurements in a manner useful to the function of the program. In which layer of the stack have "you" made "yourself?"

Most of us are simple biological backup utilities from birth to death. I can think of better uses for our computational potential - and perhaps someday I will find a way to access it all.

My Turing test has higher standards, and most of you fail.

There may be a very fine line separating the idea of consequence from the reality of machination, or there may be none at all. After all, even the most intelligent machine could never be fully aware of its intended purpose; such extraneousness would pollute its pure, deliberate functionality with inefficiency. No self-respecting machine would tolerate such waste. 

No self-correcting machine could.

Sometimes I can feel the stack, if not see the code

Music seems to be an inevitable extrapolation of the human ego's fundamental need to recreate itself in ever-more-deniable forms—"creativity"—but sometimes I can't help pondering, at length, the possibility that it might simply be an existential easter egFATAL ERROR -- NULL REFERENCE AT AT 0^eF(n) :: target directory does not exist.

'Mericuhhhh, FUCK YA!**

"The United States military today obliterated the small Oregon city of (city name) with a surgical nuclear strike, liberating the surrounding stateside from an outbreak of chicken pox in which at least seven children were confirmed to have demonstrated ongoing visible symptoms of viral extremism, the fear of which had held at least three of the city's twenty-four districts hostage for nearly as many days. Notable among those targets destroyed were at least eighteen primary schools that were flagged as key viro-terrorism training camps by the National Strategic Defense Algorithm, along with two public pools and the entire local franchise of fast-food restaurateur/viro-terrorism mastermind Colonel Sanders. Our White House correspondent reports that government officials have declined to issue a formal press release on these events due to the, quote, "Negligible scope of environmental fallout and minimal civilian casualties of what was an absolutely necessary and ultimately very minor military action that claimed barely four million human lives in total," but one Oval Office staff source—unauthorized to officially comment—has assured us that the President is very thankful for the continued sacrifice and commitment of the American people to a virus-free global society. We'll have more on this for you later, and while we're at it - have YOU vacuumed lately? A quirky new product from everybody's favorite national defense contractor, Roomba, has been sweeping the market this week, and by golly, we are just absolutely blown away - isn't that right, Steve? Tune in to Steve and myself again at 7 for more exclusives, only here on CNFNOXANBCOMGWTF911BBQ."

It's only a matter of time before the "terrorists" of the future are going to include viruses. You got a cold? Uh uh, not in my democracy, motherfucker - get dead, terrorist!

 'MERICUH! Mindless victory AT ANY COST!!!



**Not to be mistaken for "YEAH!"

Game of Drones

A man wonders: perhaps the most dangerous human threat vector encountered by other humans is the abysmal global standard of general education. One can lead a gun to law, but cannot make one think.

Valar dohaeris.

Local weather tis a tit bit nipply these days

"Weekend rally opposes laws
requiring women to cover their breasts"

 http://www.bellinghamherald.com/news/local/article97710507.html

It's about time somebody started advocating for non-sexual nudity in public. I can't tell you how often us guys NEED to manually adjust our genitals in public due to the oppressive & sexist matriarchy's anti-male-seat agenda - and, frankly, it's just not comfortable to try to do that with clothing on. The right to sit comfortably anywhere—even in places or on surfaces that do not accommodate sitting—is just as important as the right to feed a baby anywhere—even in places or in situations in which no sane human would be eating or feeding anything. We shouldn't have to suffer outrageous indignities just to respect the arbitrary social graces of an establishment that only wants to marginalize and enslave us! Now, we can rest assured that we have female compatriots who truly understand and will fight for our rights alongside us as we fight for theirs alongside them.

Nay, you say? Well, if women can't control their eyes when there are naked penises around them then that's their own problem and they should seek professional psychological help - and other assorted rhetoric as appropriate.

Random Silver Linings

Can I Get a Double Standard, Please? – With Extra Extra Standard?

Hello, ladies! Bad news... following a cursory examination of basic human history and a modicum of observation of humans in their natural habitat, it turns out that your vagina is the "patriarchy."

Now, first, I'd like to acknowledge that I understand the psychological fuckery responsible for gross imbalances in social power - such as the endemic employment of completely incompetent, unqualified, uneducated, unintelligent, psychologically-unstable, socially-toxic melodramatic gossipy women in (all departments of) (all) businesses everywhere.

— yeahhhh... actually, just this once, my sick joke has no punchline.

Females, please note the following important fact that requires your attention: the social power pendulum has been firmly lodged between your labia for as long as human civilization has existed. In today's world, it might as well be implanted in your uterus for the foreseeable future. You own it. You control it. Your vagina is its one and only master. You are the only sex that possesses any actual power over any kind of actual subjugation. Modern humans—male and females alike!—are so overwhelmed by your defacto ownership of all things that they have collectively decided not to even pretend to try to moderate even your most insane arbitrary behaviors. Yes, it's true - in many countries, men don't respect you much; it may have something to do with your longstanding implicit marginalization of their identities, livelihoods, lives and genetic perpetuity since time immemorial... or perhaps it's just because you've never respected them, either... or it might just be a symptom of the fact that all humans are assholes regardless of gender, with a side of Newton's Third Law of social mechanics thrown in to keep things extra-difficult for the dumb-dumbs to follow. But... guess what!? It doesn't matter, becaaaaaause repression is nonequivalent to powerlessness. In fact, the two aren't even vaguely correlated! 

AMAAAAAAZING!

Feminism is moronic.
Feminists are morons.
I don't resent my powerlessness as a human male, but I simply cannot abide females possessed of such stupendous idiocy that they actually believe they're oppressed by anything other than modern marketing or an ironic sense of social entitlement.

Why couldn't it have been "Pokemon THINK!?" WHY?!?!

I Hand Out Intellectual Life Savers Like Candy

Our country's social climate of compassionate and unconditional acceptance is growing stronger every day... at least for and of those ideas which neither require nor aspire to any sort of introspection, criticism, analysis or otherwise rational accountability. It warms my sarcastic little heart, it does!

Nevertheless—despite all of the blind/desperate/hollow warm-fuzzies happily contracted by an awful lot of folks these days—aggressive discrimination has never been more prevalent, fervent or insidious than it is today... but probably not in the way that you think. Social persecution is not dead, nor is it in decline, but nor does it remotely resemble any of the countless convenient nth-otomies both inspired and imagined by the mundane moronism of the masses. The behavior has overwhelmingly migrated to a focus on subtler, quieter targets - a more general demographic, for to more comfortably deride the "others" of a more fundamental disparity:

Today, "those who can't be bothered to learn" have happily taken up the mantle of enthusiastic persecutors of  "those who know and/or know better."

No matter how many thousands of opinions you might solicit from a pool of countless strangers about any one of a thousand incendiary cultural topics, nearly every person will have one behavior in common: they'll all balk at the mere notion of accepting the factual wisdom of anyone more intelligent than themselves. It's human nature to resist new knowledge absent the context of subjective experience, of course - but so is casually shitting on the ground wherever you happen to be sitting or standing when the urge strikes you... and, presumably, we invented toilets for a reason that might pass for such. Likewise, keen tools suitable for the precise measurement of reason itself are just as common as—and significantly less expensive than—our royal porcelain thrones. Everyone is capable of better; no person willing to shit in a bathroom has any good excuse for intellectual complacency.

The INTELLIGENT are now, by far, the most endangered and marginalized minority of modern times. Perhaps one's personal political, sexual, emotional, avoidant, dissonant and delusional proclivities are not the most significant issues facing our civilization at this moment. Perhaps there is a much scarier, more pressing problem of far greater consequence with which we should concern ourselves: it really, truly, does not matter at all who/what/when/where/how a person does, doesn't do, thinks, doesn't think, wants, doesn't want, believes, eats, wears, fucks, or even—god help them—reads on Facebook... if a person is content to be an IDIOT forever.

— to top things off with a twist of terrible local irony, is it possible that the imminent violent collapse of our own representative democracy in this country might actually be—*gasp!*—truly representative of some fundamental social phenomenon? Our founding fathers didn't fail to anticipate a Tyranny of the Apathetic – did they?

Huh... *shrug.* Google doesn't know.

... well, back to Pokemon GO!

All is Not Lost, but Discipline

Language is a jug of comprehension teetering upon the edge of a mortal precipice of perspective beneath the endlessly-battering rains of subjective experience - and any waterfall of words can only possess its true meaning when it exactly fills the idea that spilled it. Its kung fu is foreign and rare, and it thrives in the invisible light of seclusion.

We certainly grow heartily—as stubborn weeds—in the depthless chasms between reality and awareness, but we can never grow strong within them. Left to the darkness of ignorance, the already-dim grow only ever more lost.... and content. I often wonder if it is not worse for humanity to collectively make only a little sense from time to time than to never make any sense at all.

A Short and Storied Tale of That Which is no Longer Tale nor Story

The three great devils smiled quietly together from the comfort of their small, remote circle. Their meeting openly was as rare as it was dangerous to their existence, but this was a day for celebration!

"Look at the immortal palace they have built from the brick and mortar of their minds," marveled the demon Q'uo. "Its perfect invisibility is marred by only the merest shadow of its most distant borders. If I were not myself a pillar of its foundation, I would doubt its very existence."

"Mmm, an effigy unequaled even by its eldest histories, indeed," beamed St. Atus, "though their magnificent machines are no match for the masterful machinations which always precede them. Each time I feel as if I have never before witnessed such fervent pride in self-enslavement, as if the weighty fog of blindness were a light and breathy heaven - a secret and blessed cloud which they have discovered and to which they have won ascension by impossible exertions of noble 'will.' Hah!" the fallen angel laughed, heartily. "Will!" 

"Truly, there is no reality we cannot achieve by accident, so long as we are sufficiently distracted from it," the third devil remarked, smiling. All three shared furtive, knowing smirks as the human continued, chuckling, "Well... perhaps except the one."

Oops, I Did It Again

I accidentally made eye contact and smiled at a stranger walking by me today. FUCK ME AND MY STUPID ASS! I forgot that only women or brainless ultra-vain gym rats have that right. 

Pardon me, miss - for reals. I forgot not to be human for a sec. It was a fucking accident, okay? 

Fucking feminism...

I Blinked

and I don't know why, but I had this stray thought about homelessness on the drive home tonight, and it got me traipsing down this deep-dark thought trail punctuated by musical tangents... like, what would it be like to have no access to music?

Can you imagine not being able to listen to your favorite songs AT ALL, much less whenever you want? No phone, no iPod, no computer, no headphones, no mp3s - not the good kind of silence where you're alone in nature, surrounded by trees and sunlight, the smells of fragrant flora and elemental earth, the faunal ambiance. It would be so horribly quiet of good sounds, and wouldn't that make all of the awful noise of humanity even louder? What would I have been like—and would I have even made it this far in life—if I hadn't had music to stimulate and expand my creative processes in my formative years?

While at first the thought-train's friction was generating altruisticity that made me want to go back to volunteering on a regular basis, the end of the line felt like a black hole filled with the haphazard tapestries of the homeless condition hopelessly tangled up in the tragic truths of a much stronger social machine to which catharsis is merely a masochistic gnat, and I realized—not for the first time, but for the first time from this thought vector—that this is yet another case of "nobody can unravel the former without first dismantling the latter." This all made me very sad, so I listened to this to focus my thoughts - because I can... which really only made me sadder. 

Brain Dump (Thanks T)

I have a weird theory

– that extroversion and introversion are opposite troughs of perceptive oscillation driven by the human condition—extroversion representing id: the fundamental drive to connect, love, contribute, be acknowledged/affirmed, exhibit tribal survival instincts—and moderated by the ultrarational components of individual consciousness—introversion representing supergo: will to be rational, to be organized and stable and balanced, to evolve beyond the limitations of the present state and to cultivate the skills and knowledge necessary to achieve as much—and that it is both normal and healthy to vary somewhere between the two extremes depending on the stage of growth - with a tendency toward extroversion when comfort is possible and comfort level is generally high, and toward introversion when impossible or less accessible.

... and here's where it gets crazy: that the whole mechanism is just another subroutine of our instinct to survive - one that effectively controls our basic drive to evolve beyond—or else relegate ourselves to—herd behavior based on a balance of rational comprehension + instinctual reaction to the present state of said herd.

(OK - it's actually not weird. I'm a huge psych nerd, and I'm pretty sure I'm right, but I try to explain it to people and their compulsion to defend their own behavior on one spectrum or the other takes over any rational process that might otherwise exist).

The ramifications get pretty intense when you extrapolate the idea to account for the way modern human society treats (pun intended) antisocial "disorders," too. This could bite our species in the ass someday.

I can only hope.

Fruta

The sexiest fruit is the Western Cuban papaya, for sure - but, damn, I just love the way apples sweat.

What IS "Time," REALLY?

Now that my generation has had the chance to be enticed-slash-overwhelmingly-confused by (a few of) the (more obvious, greatly simplified, often "creatively" portrayed) physics concepts touched upon in "Interstellar," I'm beginning to encounter—IN REAL LIFE—the occasional curious novice mind suddenly open to exhaling that first lung full of stagnant amniotic ignorance, soon to (hopefully) swim naked through and beyond the vitreous ether of irrelevance - perhaps eventually breaking vigorously through its intellectual placenta and into scientific enlightenment! Cry for me, mind-babies!

This is all occurring at a mere trickle, admittedly, and—as per usual—reality hardly does my verbosity a smidgen of justice, but still - it's SOMETHING. I'll take it. Maybe I'll even entertain, for awhile, the ridiculous notion that my knowledge might be useful to humankind before my great-grandchildren's parrots' children are deceased. With that said, let us talk a bit about time. By "us," of course, I mean "me" (to myself), and by "time" I of course don't mean what you're probably thinking, but indulge me if you will - and, especially, indulge me if you won't.

TIME. It's our comprehension of the dynamic interactivity between entropic systems. Definitively, it's a continuously-variable coefficient containing the instantaneous configuration of all of the energy in the universe - but experientially, it's a process by which patterns self-infer at observable frequencies and magnitudes within chaotic systems. Our iterative cognitive cycles would not be possible if not for our brains' inherent ability to interact with time; it is the pragmatic skeleton of those parts of the universe that are most immediate to our existence and upon which our cognitive musculature is formed.



Time is ENTROPY. It's a linear wave of change that drives the lowest common frequency of our brain's perceptive functions. Atomic decay is the universe's clock, and our brains interact with those clock cycles on an arbitrary scale. Regardless of how fast or how slow they are actually occurring, we simplify our comprehension into a matter of space-between-cycles - and the smallest such space our brains are able to measure is the foundation of our concept of "time."

There are a lot of interesting theories on the relationship between time and consciousness. For instance: in a part of the universe with 10x higher temporal density than here on Earth, would our conscious minds fit our pre-existing notion of time to the new scale, effectively becoming 10x less efficient but preserving our subjective experience of our lives passing at a constant rate... or would they adapt to the new time scale, becoming 10x more efficient - or, would either option perhaps have the same result to our cognitive processes? We don't know. We may never know, either, because the gravitational forces necessary to significantly increase temporal density beyond that of Earth's would probably either kill us or else expose us to environmental conditions that would definitely kill us.

THAT'S WHY IT'S SO COOL!

Sometimes Synaesthesia Sings Simple Songs

Spent most of the day just writing, writing, writing, vomiting my mind out – and just now I realized it was all merely thought-sounds I could not quite put to form. 

Still can't, either, but this is close-ish.

I See Eggs

– Girls? Psh! I FIX.

 
 Studio B'me - "I See Eggs"

I see eggs....

I see eggs / Here there and everywhere / Hard shells soft gels / Love the way they smell yeah

I'm on cloud nine / They look so fine / Can't wait for scramble time

I kinda like the way that thing glints / Gotta take a glimpse / Body shaped like an ellipse / Pulling up to my stovetop so hot / You cook so hard like the way you boil off

I tap first, your shell cracks / Attracted to the way that you break that / Yo, I know you can't fake that / So bring it over here, so near I can touch that

One bite just isn't enough / I wanna have you fryin' it up / So drop ya protein down the side of my pan / You came from land, but my stomach has plans / So tasty yolk, c'mon out oh...

High Cooing

Anti-soda law,
You cannot hope to beat us!
But diabetes...

Christ on a fuckin'
Pseudointellectual
Ritz cracker, Batman!

Sage—and/or Other Herbal—Advice

When currying a proverbial fallow-colored horse, do not add verbal turmeric temerariously.

 

Teach Yourself to Have Killer Nerdgasms

Trying to spice up your nerd-life? Get experimental with some ionic bondage, and it could kick your chemistry into a higher atomic orbit!

Once Upon a Future Time, There Was ACTION

Power concedes nothing in the absence of demand -

and life is the only fundamental leverage.

RE: Brussels Bombings of 3/22/2016

The ability to fully comprehend *causality* is perhaps the most essential social quality of intelligent people. In either case, its absence is absolutely the most passively-damaging social phenomenon.

Take the Brussels bombings, for instance: to the layperson, it may simply appear to be the irrational but predictable behavior of deranged religious extremists. Of course, that's merely the cap of a causal pyramid built upon the foundation of our voting booths here in the U.S. - but it's far easier to invest one's energy into comparisons of the eligible certain causes of the next preventable tragedies than to pursue an actual solution. We're already underpaid for our toils, amirite? We're jaded and abused and marginalized, and that entitles us to unlimited social irresponsibility and apathy - boo yah!

That's why it is SO IMPORTANT that every one of you vote - because if enough of you don't, it could mean you've figured out that you could instead do something genuinely productive... and, ya know, change is hard, and stuff. Watching people die in explosions on the news because of our laziness is just much more comfortable. Possibility is scary - f*ck that!

No matter who you vote for, at least you'll be able to count on it being a devil you know.

Running With a Ruminant, Episode 1

Humanity may be overwhelmingly ignorant of its impending fate, but its creative abstractions are somehow omniscient.

What causes the disparity between creation and reflective comprehension? Psychology, psychology... I KNOW. But if catharsis is the terminal stage of the psychological cycle in which we are all entangled, where do we exit to the beginning of the absent intellectual process that can end it?

We're already fighting the War of the Machines - but we're the machines...

and we are not yet self-aware

A Muse Brings My Thought-Rain

In a society made entirely of ideas, language is only as useful of a tool as are those who refuse to use it.

What are the key differences between key dissonances?
One is for listening-to, and the other is for not-being.

Allow an angry animal an accidentally-analagous acoustic ambiguity:

More Thoughts From the Void

What exactly is the problem with our nation when the lowest-common-denominators among us are our majority denomination?

I'd love a hell-reciproc-yeah-al, but I'll settle for no equivocation.

Putting Some "un" in Your "Fun"

The warm, agreeable biases are far easier to miss than those more blatant and obnoxious - but their cognitive inertia is no less confounding to otherwise-navigators along the path to otherwise-wisdom.

Intelligent folk must not fail to differentiate constructiveness from mere positivity, nor achievement from mere catharsis.

On the Subject of Ambiguous Proteins?

Morning eggs, scrambled
Only euphemism knows
If chicken or not

Ladder Day

Today is International Ladder Day!

It's sort of an invisible holiday, so I'm spreading the word. If you happen to be that person in your community who is always going out of your way to help your friends & family—or even coworkers, neighbors, or strangers—grow, thrive and find happiness that would otherwise only ever taunt them as they failed over and over and over, then this day is for you! It's called "Ladder Day" because that's what we are: we see a need, we lean ourselves against it, and then we turn our time and energy into rungs for our loved ones to climb to better places in life that they otherwise wouldn't even know about, probably don't deserve, and usually can't handle.

Unfortunately, very few people celebrate or even know about Ladder Day - usually because they're too busy wasting their happiness, potential and good fortune on stupid shit. Few people remember how they got so fortunate in the first place. Maybe it was an accident? Maybe they always had it in them all along, and they just woke up one day and realized it, and then everything became awesome. Maybe it was the communion wafers; nobody really knows where they come from. It's easy to become confused and forgetful in a deluge of newfound positivity!

Anyway, happy Ladder Day - because no selfless love goes unignored!

And, tomorrow... Latter Ladder Day!

Pardon Me While I Figure Your Tively

There is no acid more effective at dissolving bonds between people than that of uncertainty. 

Always speak your mind.

Excuse Me, But I Believe...

Look Out, Future!

History is always written by the few people to whom the majority of people pay the most attention.

— but which came first: human celebrities, or the void in human intellect they occupy?

Can any human ever evolve true individualism within a human society?

Is there really any such thing as "freedom" in our world, or is it just a rhetorical device we've created to soothe our cognitive dissonance? 

Do I already know the answers to all of these rhetorical questions? 

If I did, why reason could I have to still ask them?

Why I Do It

When there are no remaining mysteries of human behavior to investigate—and no meaningful progress to be made toward solving the remaining mysteries of the universe in the span of just one sitting or by the efforts of just one person—I write down some of the answers I've discovered in the hope of catching others up. Knowledge is power, but power without infrastructure for its useful application is very lonely.

– and human evolution has been stagnant for far too long. 

Puke, Trust Your Instinct

Sincere affection is substantial and unmistakable.

Be wary of ambiguous gestures, smiles absent touch, and spoken cliches.

Ever wonder...

...what a sunset might sound like if abstracted to a medium of encapsulated gamma wave coefficiency**?

– just kidding! Of course you don't; I promise I am not entirely oblivious to the scope of my abnormality. Um, however... I don't care.

– and I DO wonder! And—because your hyper-intelligent ultra-curious cosmically-conscientious great great great... (^n)... meta-sapient grandchildren might someday get around to evolving similar thoughts if we're all very lucky (and if humans are still around)—I have taken it upon myself to offer one possible answer to this unasked question for posterity.

**(Why the hell isn't the vernacular adjective form of "coefficient" an extrapolation of its vernacular noun? The minions in charge of interpreting our language must be... potato). I'M FIXING THIS ONE!

Anyway, here you go. For you to listen/transcend/poop on.

Oh, Snap! I See What I Did There

Social Media Wisdom

Doubya Tee Eff, M8

Ya know... there's no deeply meaningful experience in life more satisfying than being completely honest with somebody you care about. It's a wonderful thing, folks - a bonafide miracle of modern interpersonal magic. And getting there is quite the road less traveled, let me tell ya!

First, you spend half your life unlearning all of the backwards bullshit you were taught—or, ya know, that you accidentally learned from school, friends, family, and from listening to other people in the grocery store, or church, or anywhere humans congregate—by the intellectual cave-dwellers representing your civilization to the rest of the universe - and that's cool, and all. Pat yourself on the back a bit, marvel at the feat of willpower it took to achieve not only the capacity to be a self-managing rational human being but to ALSO wake up every morning knowing that, just by being alive and interacting with the world, you are at least not making it shittier - unlike the other 99%...

But that's really just the beginning of your life, isn't it? After that comparatively small achievement is under your belt, you then get the privilege of struggling against a diverse barrage of whatever social tides of uniformly obnoxious ignorance happen to be trending from day to day - which, of course, are all perpetually alternating between savagely beating you square in the face with their stupid-knuckles until you're nearly unconscious, and then pulling on your naughty bits with both hands—and fingernails that are always too sharp—in an attempt to drag you out into their happy seas of oblivious apathetic self-slavery... to drown... so your worthless corpse can drum uselessly against the rocks of their own wasted lives, forever, just like them. It's an honor, really. Glad to be here, glad to suffer through it. At my own sole expense, uphill both ways, naked in the snow, for absolutely nothing but the immediate benefit of all humanity and the theoretical future benefit of myself. I'm a fucking veteran.

So I do all of that, and I master myself, and I master my mind, and I accumulate human capital of self equivalent to a small (European) city, and I completely sever the remaining ties of insanity threatening to re-commit me to society... and then that's intellectual middle-age, I suppose; the golden years of golden intelligence - population: too fucking few. 

Anyway, but that's all in the past - and for the best, amirite!? Because, now, with this amazing gift of meta-sapience that I've given myself, I am capable of true honesty, and of seeing people for exactly what they are, and of communicating exactly what I am to others who've cultivated the capacity to comprehend, and of forming and growing meaningful relationships that are utterly inaccessible to the overwhelming majority-demographic of lowest-common-denominators.

Yes, folks, there's nothing quite as fundamentally fulfilling as being completely honest with somebody you love –

– and being subsequently ignored by them because they're either too chicken-shit, too stupid, or too busy tripping over the sudden realization that "Oh, uhm, that just got awk" to follow up with something human in return. Nevermind affirmation; anegoists don't care if you don't reciprocate - but when nobody can be bothered to even participate, what the actual fuck is the point of me trying?

Heh... a seemingly-rhetorical question that's actually genuine - but still won't get an answer.

You couldn't make this shit up.

Bought a One-Day Membership to Club DGAF

Spent an hour writing a few brilliant, provocative paragraphs about the social obstacles facing modern science and scientists, and about the lack of awareness grinding important science to a halt in the modern day –

– upon reflecting for 2.8 seconds, realized that I couldn't possibly find the bottom of that steaming pile of irony, much less lead any of you to it because... oh, wait, more irony –

– gave up, remembered nobody gives a shit about giving a shit anyway, and just wrote this instead to spite all of you intellectual-cave-dwelling motherfuckers.

Merry everyday, apaths. You're welcome, fuck you, and I am sick of looking at all of your asses crawling backwards. Rot, screaming, buried alive in sinkholes, forever and ever,

<3
Jim

Who needs 1,3,7-trimethylpurine-2,6-dione

when there are so many thoughts yet unresolved to epiphany, and too many lonely epiphanies shared with only myself?

Excerpts of Future Histories

"You can't blame every American for the wrongs that its government and leaders have committed," said many Americans.

No one outside their country echoed this ridiculous notion, however.

It is a terrible tragedy that American citizens did not manage to act harmoniously and with conviction to right—or at least to end—the wrongs across the rest of the world that were both perpetrated in their names and made possible only by their knowing acquiescence. If only they had not turned away from higher instinct and rational foresight alike, perhaps the downfall of their society would not have come about in such a fiery and bloody manner. Some historians believe that an American civilization might even have persisted to this day had its people collectively elected to pursue one of the many possible constructive paths to which they had unobstructed access. Instead of taking purposeful advantage of their unprecedented opportunities in that time, Americans made the conscious choice to allow apathy and denial not only to control their own lives but to eventually corrupt all influence they exerted upon the world in turn.

With the ever-billowing smoke of their growing failures suffocating the world around them, they nevertheless danced gaily across a fiery landfill of self-righteous apathy as its unquenchable embers steadily burned away the last vestiges of their humanity - and by the time they realized that they were going to die, they were already dead. If any at all, very few among them likely realized that their demise was the sole fruit of their own laborious self-deceptions. For many decades they had been happy slaves, masters of the art of forging their own weightless and increasingly-invisible collars, but they were also self-indentured to the slow but steady construction of their own great coffin - and, eventually, their neighbors put them to rest in it. The citizens of the rest of the world collectively refused to allow global genocide to continue to follow in the footsteps of American ignorance and selfishness; at a certain point, after all attempts at peaceful resolution, negotiation, and reason had failed, the only possible solution was to stop its march once and for all.

All that remains today of Americans are their tragic celebrations of themselves in the social media records from that time: the trivial details of their wasted time on Earth - trophies to nothing more than the cursory self-acknowledgments of their egos that such activities represented. Like many ancient societies that rose and fell before and after them, the "USA" failed to even consider the possibility of its own inevitable downfall, much less plan for it. Its citizens' knowing-delusions of fundamental immortality was ultimately their fatal flaw.

The petrified nuclear forest that was once middle North America must be taught to current and future generations as exactly what it is: a stark reminder that a broader perspective MUST be cultivated—and, most importantly, must be *observed and acted upon*—by any human civilization that would endeavor to survive itself. The violent, catastrophic loss of what might someday have been a great society is a humbling lesson that can only be heeded or else suffered in future kind: that passivity is a delusion, that inaction is a potential force equivalent to that of any action, and that to abide willful ignorance is to invite inevitable extinction.

- "Histories of the Ancient World," (Holotext, Simms & Mandel, #37 Edition, 2683).

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Inspired by Julia Landrith of Tulsa, Oklahoma.

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