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.


Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49


think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

so an active mazelike process

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

autonomy of learning

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

yeah

have you read

lol

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

as in

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.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

is this you as well

you have a beautiful account btw

ion

Thank you, Jack

all that is to say

god being the centre magnet

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

lol yea

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

magnetises a pin

plato

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

kind of mythopoesis

and the fake qualifier

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.