It Will Get Lighter

i really havent

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

send your tumblr

ion

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

isaac

autonomy of learning

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

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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

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

there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.

have you read

you cannot feed someone truth

plato

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

It Will Get Lighter

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

division of reality is straying away from it

its good

sorry i am texting like a slav

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

no i haven't really read anything

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.