Yeah, your neighbors sound pretty bad.

I hate working for Indian people. Every time it’s a bad experience.

I’m a carpenter.

I feel justified but I also feel a bit racist.

People in the community with special power and anonymity. No. That doesn’t work either.

Tbf, having a central authority dictate the truth to you ain’t so great.

Neither is having classes of people who you aren’t allowed to offend.

As the Buddhist monks say : “poverty is our shield”

Nice. Thanks. I do Shikantaza mself.

A swail (swale) is defined as “a shallow ditch”. Which rhymes with shallow bitch.

Icarus. The wings made of wax and stuff. He got too high so the gods slapped him.

Total metaphor of course. He was a shaman, took too much shrooms, had a legendarily bad trip.

Your opinion is shallow, conformist fluff.

Bullshit.

HP Lovecraft is a national treasure.

His detractors are potatoes.

If only everybody would conform to the consensus morality. We’d be living in caves, eating garbage and telling really stupid stories but at least we’d all be non-shitshow human beings.

Another thing.

One of the private universes went bad. So they locked the door. A deeply scary idea. A sealed cellular automaton based universe. Perfectly deterministic therefore ultimately incapable of escaping its history. Perfectly sealed therefore incapable of salvation from the outside. And once the gate is lost, perfectly lost forever.

It’s similar to the Solipsistic Nation guy. Trapped in a personal universe where he’s enjoying climbing a skyscraper forever. His memory automatically edited so he doesn’t get bored

I think about that a bit. It’s got a deep scariness. nightmareish

Yes, reading has an upside and also a downside. I can discuss both and everything in-between. I am a magical unicorn, relatively speaking.

Well I figured that we are all pretty familiar with the upside of reading so describing that would be totally redundant. Whereas the downside is never discussed, so I focused on that.

But yes, how foolish of me, to expect a nuanced discussion.

Despite the hugeness of its effects, I’m inclined to the “set of tools” model mself. I hold my focused attention upon a thing. I hold it there as I would hold my fngertip upon a spot on the wall. It’s as simple as that. It is a thing that I can do. A power.

Whenever I let it all hang out here, I invariably end up offending 99% of the people. And that’s frustrating and dull.

I have yet to offend you, apparently. So allow me to let it hang out a bit more.

Magic is like science, but lighter on the models. In that observation is key.

Or like art, but lighter on the art-making. In that esoteric stuff is touched.

Habit? Inertia?

I do mindfulness meditation too. It’s a big thing in my life.

Here’s a story that explores similar ground.

Divided by Infinity

It’s in The Perseids and Other Stories By Robert Charles Wilson