| The Firefly eschewing portals, there are no answers here (Metida de pata) |
[Feb. 21st, 2025|01:03 am]
SCIO ME NIHIL SCIRE
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What’s the difference between an enzyme and a hormone?
You can’t hear an enzyme.
It’s a not a zero sum game, the firefly thinking something of itself, but the friction of thought should lead you in a way that your father would be proud of.
Your hyperbole, your weird groping at the future, even though you know things now, abandoning absolute colors (and color schemes) for something more muted or nuanced (other clever color schemes). But somehow you still suspect you’ve sabotaged everything.
I work very hard for what will (temporarily) solve everything. And shuffle the cards. And kick and scream about the center embedding assemblage point.
¡Santa madre!
iLe doy unos pinches chingasos!
I think every human models their microcosm after God, while denying Him, with cruelty, unconsciously. Caught in a disturbing awareness of the dark, talking to anyone that will hear a sort of traumatized sophistry. If you’re lucky.
I also wonder a bit if there’s “real” technology and if it’s spiritual. If matter can be persuaded to exist, given a high enough level of consciousness, and speed. Could it be evolved, rather than manually wrought by inspiration (that’s a problem) or back engineered (that’s another problem)?
Can clarity of consciousness cause things to be?
Will these stupid succulents/cacti/houseplants grow even though I was a dipshit and bought them in the middle of winter?
Sometimes I conceptualize everything as a vast fungal network, a neat pattern, mycelium’s incidental thought of paint that created the canvas so it can be seen.
A cluster B Sophia and the stupid fucking Demiurge.
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