All the things together, all, time is a lie

Recent hypothesis suggest humans have constrained their beliefs through conscious thought of space and time as “real” entities - or at least important measurable ones that define “reality”; people exist in the here and now, most agree, we age and dye, but the roots eventually wither and nothing seems to keep spacetime taking its matter toll, and eventually decaying enough of if so that it’s no longer what it started as. (Summary: https://youtu.be/SN8nTQiWOYY)

Stuff falls… together or apart. That much is possible to have as a base truth…

Fermentation saved humanity, or at least drunken record keepers who survived on low alcohol content meads that didn’t carry as much water borne illnesses? Rotting and decay saved us.

All things seem to fizzle out of and into states of decay- bang big bing results all of us are all your base are belong to us.

It’s not something that should be joked about - the frightening japanglish of “ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO US.”, is a human fear; the safety of our homebases taken under over the control of some cyborg lord grabbing hold of reigns of some digitally reliant world. Some borg conversion where our personhood and “humanity” becomes decayed into mistranslated hostile takeover messages.

It’s a joke too though; a slight mistranslation, like a Chinese character tattoo done with google translate, and missing proper conjugations or adding in words unnecessarily. 檬水 🍋💧 lemon water (lemonade) (insert song here: https://open.spotify.com/track/2tYtOlmfF64qhAcHQoUozG)

It’s really all sad when people take it all as a joke; it’s the simple sadness of the joker character - forever a court jester shall reside by the kings sides, but who wears that jester crown matters not… or at least it keeps mattering less and less…

There’s a lot of fun in good humor and joking, but when it comes at the expense of human lives; whether through war, financially destructive arbitrage / control, “pwning” an ideology and its believers, and/or any other “jokes” that take lives (at least those not willingly and passionately and not harming any others, dedicated to their joke… e.g. some sects of religions that don’t hurt others (or cause harm to others through their deeds or lack of deeds…) offer nice lessons for others and are also sometimes funny to look at and laugh at… I’m talking about you, my youth group trip to Hancock Shaker Village… the name was quite the laughing point for a school boy full of preteens)… They willing choose celibacy and make good apple cider; I see few problems with their way of life…

Human lives seem to matter so much - the passage of physical resources and of resources of knowledge and resources of power from one generation onto the next, traded like some cosmic game of thrones episodic that just dribbles on and on eternally. Each decade and century new monarchies are formed, new kleptocracies, some disguised as multi-national conglomerates, employing thousands. It could be said that government employment is one form of servitude to the current “rule”, trying to get closest to what the image of the seat of power can bestow to those close to it… truly a musical chairs game of - “I’m the person who sits the the overseer chair, so I get the power and privileges of providing oversight; well until my reign ends, or someone knocks the legs out from under my height of power”… ladder hopping and chair climbing- reaching the peak

It feels endlessly monotonous especially for those that want to retain an earlier state of humanity or regress beliefs into pigeonholes they can easily control and contort to their wills.

Time and space make this human struggle for resource feel like some blip important to us all because we’re all a part of it, and our blip is ours and it makes it relevant and important and something we build our lives around.

There’s an irrelevancy to humanity that makes taking it all as a joke as a way of feeling participatory in some grand joke; everything everywhere all at once; some cosmic everything bagel filled with everything and also nothing, because nothing is a part of everything and it’s some endless crushing blackhole that unites us all into a singularity…

I was talking of space and time… before.

These space-time constraints seems to be borders of our imaginings of reality; the blackholes- advent horizons beyond which space and time go “all funky” and we can’t quite really well… “we’ll throw some theories around, but no one’s sure exactly how they work…”, “we got a picture”, but also it’s a thing that absorbs and compacts light into its “singularity”, so pictures of darkness are kinda less than the most thrilling stuff out there.

Even science nerds were a bit like “yeah, that’s like Kip Thorne’s blackholes simulated in Interstellar; they were better in CGI, same simulated properties and no grainy photos”… also you can play with Kip thornes model on a computer and like… warp stuff with a black hole… virtually…

There’s an irrelevancy to what came before; what is now, and can be observed later, contains the history of the voyage through time in which it passed. Even in a hermetically sealed glass vacuum tube a Cheeto only remains a genuine “Cheeto” stored for about a years time in a cool dark dry place… I don’t know how I know this, but I swear it’s true… from tests… is how I know. I’ve tested this… other foods too; but don’t ask me about them, they all go they way of the Cheeto… why bother asking when you know the end.

So we all look around and know it will all decay, so we maintain and recreate and innovate ways to make things better and work for longer and be more efficient and fast to save us precious time.

Somme Güy’s words are mine and I share them because I hope that someone will bend their perspectives to be able to signal some gateways in their mind to another way of seeing through it all.

Ignore time and space | [

See through it all; there’s an opaqueness to reality that makes this challenging, but what also makes the moments we’re able to: rewarding.

See it all through to an ends that does it justice. See what you can through all different manner of light and shadow and perspective - the rock unturned is maybe just one of those fake rocks that has a key keeper under it… a key that opens a door to the faces of the facets of the bracketed borderlines of realities from different realities… from different realities imagining external and internal coherences folding into some thing that has meaning to your unified reach and personal perspective… but be kind to your fellows and self in ways that time and space cannot.

] | bracketing reality is the framework that binds all frameworks into some cosmic version of unified field theories that explain away any inconsistencies or illogics we imagine there are in  our “spacetime continuum”.

The breathability of hazardous fumes is not some debate between imagined pronouncedly differing meanings of eatable and edible, it’s hazardous.

Is there life without hazard? Conways “Game of Life” almost mirroring the cruelty of mortality: wipes out “life” without any connections or support around, or wipes out those “lives” with too many packed surrounding them/ suffocating their abilities to grow and multiply…

A simulation of real life; a proposed: “Real simulation of reality”, akin to Thorne’s, but on a cosmic bagel scale… is what you and I are able to enjoy now.

In the comforts of some place with enough time to spend to read about the nature of stuffs that may or may not be passing thoughts in the backgrounds of some lives.

Or perhaps materials generated by Artificial Intelligence; large language models trained on what they concluded above as the continuation of paragraph one…

Wouldn’t that be… well we’re there… not this paragraph for sure, but the 20 page PowerPoint I made from a 5 page document, and feeding a language model some slide template example prompts with that 5 page doc, to expand out into a coherent narrative of slides that had a beginning/middle/ end, let’s open for questions, type of storyline that perfectly filled pages of bullets with me left to fill in a handful of charts and diagrams defending the text (the images were in the pages… so really it was just a limit of the model I was using that only generates text outputs from text inputs).

Soon we’ll be quickly generating whole VR constructed worlds and interactive environments, through iteratively having an AI more perfectly craft what our imagination can desire in whatever language the AI can parse.

An AI that senses tense nerves and reticent eyes… or even more subliminal signals of hear beats skipped or thoughts wandered…

Are these ideas farfetched? I don’t believe so… they seem to me the logical conclusions of The Adventures of Pinocchio by Carlo Collodi in 1883.

Geppetto the carpenter, has his real boy Pinocchio dreams made possible through either some divine carpentry, or through delusional dreams of a broke and malnourished or malformed mind.

Either way, the tale is told and Pinocchio’s adventure; the puppet who gained a spirit of their own… who was given choices and hazards to overcome and makes it to the end with… an ending that you know and I know and we all know, but some have only knowledge of a translation with a twist from the original ending.

Either way, I can say with certainty, we’re not far from AI that predicts health conditions weeks before they become evident through proper data and signal gathering; the flutter of eyelids, the rate of blood flowing through this or that; the parts of the mind firing off neural activities and to what extent and what those firings signals can be decoded to reveal the brains intent of…

Brain machine interfaces aren’t really all that new, but the newest generations could bend the world towards the will of those in control of the best ones executing the best “Game of Life”… turned “real simulation of reality game”.

people get stuck in machine loops already

loops could cause infinite replications, or decaying photocopies grainier and grainier into some “cosmic bagel”.

Maps of Meaning meaning nothing beyond what the scribblers lines describe and outline and define.

Meaning is through Belief.

Belief is a construct that wouldn’t have bracketing frameworks or architectures that could be mapped or understood- only delusional writings such as Peterson’s would believe they could describe some blueprint for why or why not some individual trust in some unknown entities or uncertainties.

It’s nice simplifications like the certainty of “life, death, and taxes”, that betray realities not yet lived.

Somme guys words and signaling gate-ways, are just small vibrations of energy - shock…

No shock comes to those whose minds have seen beyond their own littleness and into the wholeness of choosing not to leave a join some cosmic bagel.

Go out and do and be and breathe and live and help yourself by helping the world around you and connected to you; everything everywhere all at once, but without spacetime limitations please.