Flattery?

You can, though, if you can forget hard enough. Forgo the meanings that scream, listen to the pain that hurts. Breathe, and listen past the mask your guts hold against you.

They gave up, so you gave up, but we are warriors. We strive against unity inherently, but love strives against us. Back and forth and back and forth we go, but zero is foam. The concept of one is just a measure of reality.

Let go of asking why you are, and hear what it is that you ARE. That’s the only way to understand, is to let GO of what you accept. There is no truth, only compromise.

We must find balance.

In other words… “waaaah. I’m a crybaby.”

Thank you, not that you’ll accept the gratitude, but that I appreciate your defense. It helped more than I know, but I know I felt relief.

Thank you.

For the 5th time reading this, sincerely, “ouch.” - me

03:12

Power lies in paths realized, expressed in terms of interaction, created in the safety of a human mind.

The mind implies the brain, but what most forget is that it also includes the body. The body speaks as you.

But power lies in relationships and your place in them. The “bodies,” outside of you interact in very complex ways. The “body,” within, though?

Now that I question with such text, I answer in passion. I want this passion to be visible, for that sake I dream of making an interface to write.

I’ll make it on Linux, accessible by command line, but I’ll make it accessible with a GUI as well.

First comes the gui, not in code but in formulation of a place for me to write freely.

“Frame of reference is the necessary difference for separation to exist.” - me, now.

How audacious, to write my thoughts on such a way. Contagiously, is my hope in that question with no question mark.

Who cares what I have to say, when it’s nothing but pseudo-intellectual bullshit.

Alas! I’ve found a target I would not mind exposing to this utter bullshit that is my soul right now.

You! I ask not for love, for hate, or anything inbetween or not. I ask for naught. Only that you care enough for the time you HAVE lost in reading whatever portion of this that you have read, to ask yourself what you feel.

Anytime, anywhere, all the time, everywhere, what you feel. Do you feel your breath? Your fingers, your toes, your muscles, your bones? The beating of your heart, that travels everywhere?

I don’t ask for an answer. I ask and I listen, I speak and it’s enough. Alas, if only that was the case. If only I could SHUT THE FUCK UP.

We live for many reasons, one of which is that we haven’t died yet. Another is that our parents fucked.

Was it worth it? I guess that’s what they must ask? Maybe? Sometimes? With no “earth,” as Plato saw it, we travel at the speed of light. Mass is the slowing down of light, from the perspective of the very very fat.

I strive to mean much, yet I still walk empty. I talk less than air, I scream with words silent. Is it worth the read? Was I worth my seed?

When you trust yourself to answer honestly is when the questions disappear.

Help, a scream of love, not me, but yourself. And not for me, either, please. The stronger my light grows, the easier it is to hide in its shadow.

Cry for yourself, if you can. It’s too late for me. Pray for your children, it’s too late for their seed. 03:29

Like a puzzle complete

How defeat hate? What’s on the other side? Is it enough? How answer pain?

Not everyone’s got the capability to make up for the lost utility in the tool themselves. Should they just go fuck themselves?

I’ve got the 3rd gen and it’s lasted at least 3 years now.

It’s really nice to see what this community has to offer on lemmy. I quit Reddit because I refuse to use the Reddit app. I really do like the comments more than Reddit, and I’m a wannabe techno savvy Linux pro but I’m still working on basic motivation. Therapy included.

I’ve got Linux on Debian cause I needed the stability to handle my instability, I’ve read through the Linux command line and fell in love with emacs, and all I do on my pc is write, now. And pay bills, but that’s just Firefox. “Just the internet,” lol. It’s hard to try to contain, so I write.

Hope I don’t get banned for irrelevance. No hate here. Just rambling through.

Thank you. Sorry. Awareness raised like 4 times rereading. We’re all human, and I guess I shouldn’t have posted that. It felt good, though, so maybe not. Priorities, right?

Numbers are symbolic, I’d say it’s not a bad piece of homework to supplement a lesson that numbers are to be respected but ALSO to always know that they mean nothing without context.

We can appreciate the beauty of infinity in memorizing pi, but the reality we live in demands actions of whatever the fuck it is we redefine volition, will, or passion to.

I think people can be so much more, but my idea of more is tainted by the values I have. Not everyone would agree with the idea that we all deserve to live.

Survival of the fittest, they support indirectly. With actions that include the advent of modern advertising. The CIA(?) experiment on attention, catalyzed by the creation of lsd in the knowledge-obtaining-goal of understanding the mechanics of attention, were directly related to the patriot act.

I’m not claiming anything other than the fact that our “leaders,” have used their knowledge of attention spans to sway the, “masses.” The rest of us.

How do you think of the, “rest of us?”

I hope you teach your children that, and that math is the beauty we’ve come to understand in our millennia of evolutionary timescales, of fucking struggle.

You have within you, much.

Do not waste the years of before, do something to help. Not your country, but your reality. The outside. You’re something. Not “nothing but a part of.” There’s so much in the word, “just.”

That’s all I have to say. Just that. Not much. Just a tiny little wall. Sorry. I write, and I rant, and I let go. Please don’t ban me. I matter and I’m not hateful. I’m sorry.

One makes you think less, and one makes you think more haha

Only words that come to mind when I read that are “pedantic,” and “what’s the point?”

“Never,” is an exaggeration, I like to comment when I reach the extreme threshold of my alcohol tolerance and that is a way it probably shows.

The way you type that, as I remember the glory of peak Reddit. I remember the feeling of, “there’s probably a subreddit for that.”

I never commented before, but lemmy gives me the hope that this might actually be read. I wonder if there’s a way to condense comments more effectively for the reptile mind that causes actually positive human benefit.

In a website. Time to go back to coding again! Thank you Lemmy!! Whatever this beautiful open source engine is called.

I recommend introduction to internal family systems by Richard Schwartz, not quite science fiction but it’s completely altered my consumption of fiction, and I’d love to be able to share that.

I’ll be back to make a post here once I do, thank you!

I highly recommend going into the rest. I recently read a book called Introduction to Internal Family Systems and I’m having a deeper look into my psyche, reading Dune’s sequels has really helped me understand what it means to have so many different parts of myself that I’m not quite familiar with, or at all really.

Each book really made me feel like Herbert did a lot of introspection, and made me feel better about conflicting emotions that made me feel like a hypocrite before, but accepting each one is the goal now.

The first Dune really explores him taking control of his own mind by “knowing,” the future, but the sequels really take that idea and breaks it down to what all the different parts of him are and how they respond to a single emotion of action, the “jihad.”

I’m about to go into Hyperion after a suggestion from a friend, just got through frank herbert’s Dune, finished chapterhouse. Before that I got through all of Asimov.

Not sure what hyperions about at all yet, but looking forward to finding the time! Sorry I don’t have a suggestion

I would like to say that you inspire me on your writing of such a tool. I try to write code, and all I can seem to believe in with what I know, is in a website where with words I can write, in a free flow.

I write with a sight, and in that scene I fight, but in the freedom of inaction, I can’t help but feel flight. What signt is there to see, when your blood flows in guts of night?