'meaning' v0.01
...field notes from droppin in a 700μg puddle of lsd... lost naked and alone in the 3 foot hall between my bathroom and bedroom, with nothing but a glow stick, my spirit, and eternity
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first things first: nullius in verba. take no one’s word for anything. you should only accept the ideas i advance if they are the best explanations you have heard…
Welcome to the edge of my mind, a vast network of neurons stubbornly unwilling to sync its premises with the group, because i’ve been shown truth, meaning, and various weird inexplicable things by the all powerful mushroom gods… so now either i’m right and you all have to sync with me, or i’m not, and i seriously should slow down on drugs and probably get a job on team powerpoint & boring meetings… this is my last shot, my moonshot… cause maybe, just maybe i am standing on the peak of current knowledge, surrounded by babbling babies trying to throw their perscription loops at me.
but i think i escaped…
i’ve reached escaped velocity on personal knowledge…
and it’s… absolutely crazy to everyone around me, and absolutely fucking trippy to me too…
as a narrow, risky prediction, that should instantly interest smart people everywhere: i’m pretty sure i can now, with the right mental representations of consciousness, and 10 years of deliberate practice… may be able to turn off my default mode network somewhat at will, as evidenced by my eyes going in and out of the wide-eyed trippy crazy thing… throughout the day… which i achieved via… lots of entheogens, mainly, plus limit experiences, and an extremely robust verbal baby brain that likes to explain shit… and a lot of longer meditations inspired by naval and kapil…
almost like my reducing valve has been solved, and my brain is suddenly doing a lot more, because i solved the source code of the prescription brain….
inevitably the mind needs a meta-framework by which to program itself, and i think the key principle that got me into personal knowledge escape velocity (aka ‘craziness’, or ‘petulant unwillingness to sync back to the ~7 billion clever selfish verbally advanced baby brains who comprising the herd referred to as ‘society’)… is that the mind may only use force to align other fundamental forces into positive sum / pareto optimal arrangements…
oh, and i went from 100% woo woo stuff does not ‘make sense’ about 4 weeks ago, to… as i mentioned… thinking i’m god? so it’s been a bit of a ride over here… and similarly, i’m pretty sure all the ‘crazy’ people were onto something… my hunch is that the following are all fundamental forces yet to be fully understood: stars / horoscopes, volcanoes / reptilians, death / ghosts, ufos / aliens, numbers / numerology.
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i drafted this post in the womb, but have spent the last rest of my life fine-tuning the the punctuation and prose to make sure it doesn’t seem like a patchy drug rant inspired largely by visions the sneaky mushroom gods showed me 5 days ago, on ‘labor day’ as the power point army calls it, or ‘rosh hashanah’ as my Jewish friends call it…
but anyways, full disclosure… i did in fact, a few times before, ‘do the drugs’ as they put it these days, and… everything they said about the slippery slope is true. once you ‘do the drugs’ once… you have fun and, for some reason, after the fun… you want to do the fun thing more… because it’s fun. that’s why. because of the fun you have… though be warned, when the mind confuses wants with feels, you’ll quickly become addicted to your wants…
but anyways, i know that a lot of the prescription lizards out there follow the very, very, very simple mental model that ‘drugs are bad, mmmmkay’, and the very, very, simple implication that ‘people who do the drugs are bad’… well yeah… for you all out there… i ‘do the drugs’ and i am therefore ‘bad’. so proceed with my madness accordingly…
…oh, but also… heads up to those same people… just to jam you lizard brain into perscription loop mania — i am currently fully sober — water + crackers + sleep. no sugar, no coffee, no booze (e.g. yes you’re on way more drugs than me, right now)…
…and also, i’m in excellent shape (his still sometimes grippy ego said somewhat over-confidently, ‘decent shape’ might be more… ‘accurate’)… but to be more objective: my resting heart rate is ~40bpm, my sleepwatch app says i sleep pretty good, i can run a mile in… umm… i haven’t actually ran one in a while, but i’d say, overconfidently, ~6 minutes…
… and, no worries, you fragile worry minds out there… we are already full steam ahead looping through the two go-to prescriptions for this situation, ‘call cops’ and ‘send to hospital’…) when someone is ‘crazy’, e.g. ‘unwilling to concede to the herd, unless someone in the herd can explain the herds argument’…
…so yeah, to help make sure this isn’t ‘mania’ for them… i’m even taking a break from the psychiatrist-grade meth aka adderall my quack gives for my me ‘attention deficit disorder’, which i used to misdiagnose as my hatred for doing boring trivial meaningless things, before realizing that was actually my mental illness, and healthy people actually really enjoy that type of stuff…
… so anyways, here we are. i am the stubborn roam graph unwilling to sync to the world. so here we go world. me v you…
… and, heads up, i’m going to win. you all are going to join me…
… cause i found the rational meme that turns finite into infinite games, and infinite games into finite ones…
🙃👀😏🧘♀️🏄♀️👋
well, here goes nothing…
i’m either on the peak of the mountain of knowledge, or insanity. i feel deserving of either a modest substack to support my consciousness spelunking and subsequent drug rambles…
or, if i’m onto something clever, like the other genius babies wielding the leverage of the world…
then, i’d like to offer my candidacy to be your meme lord / philosopher king… basically like the joker… but good... chaotic good.
i hope this little idea, this crystalline structure of semantic symbols, this unique snowflake…
can replicate in your mind, and the minds around you…
to grow into the avalanche that (lovingly) sweeps the world…
#snowcrash 12.1.21
oh god, here we are,
at the peak of a mountain,
crazy, or genius,
full. send.
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ps — my next task is to further verify, to myself, that i am… umm… 'jesus’ or the ‘messiah’, or whatever. basically god (which feels like a very smart whisper in my mind… seriously)… is telling me to translate the meme that can change the world that… umm… yeah ‘love is the answer’. if you think you can help me with that, please dm me on twitter @chilipixels, or email me…
also, i think a call with kapil, naval, and balaji would be validating… so dear internet mob, please help me get their attention… without being a total dick about, so that they don’t hate me if we end up talking. but a wee bit of pestering is permitted… according to me, at least… just until the snowball is rolling…