it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

isaac newton

i love it here

god being the centre magnet

have you read

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

which magnetises chains of pins

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

isaac

so at the end

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

Slug

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Picture

and the fake qualifier

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

i really havent

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

like magnets