ex(tra/cre)mental

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. never liked sad songs ..
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. cuz if "everything's shit",
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

why don't u change it ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. play a different tune ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
.. that's what a magician would do ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We'LL live for ever, even if we have to die to do it

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Those who came to [a] religion through no fault of their own: they were not given a religion, no hand-me-downs; for their ancestors and their gods were buried, and must be dug up, sifted through the notions of the times that still are the bedrock on which we have built our human world. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But... we have left our ancestral homelands, forsaken our past, the tongues and tales of our forebears, who certainly were tougher than we are now, who came to rule the natural world through its laws and build mighty civilizations and cities - all from a more raw state of nature, where the simplest of comforts was a blessing and had to be wrought out with personal, familial, tribal knowledge of the operations at play in a more natural, sometimes unforgiving, yet in a different way than now, world.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There were fewer people to listen to back then, fewer people to which you could give your initiative and intuition by merely accepting for value without critical thought: you HAD to think for yourself, for there was no-one to think for you and even those in close communication still cared for you, and you were all an extended family. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But, we have left our homeland and, headed to the cosmos, we built a grand machine to care for us; an attempt at a cosmopolitan amalgam of humanity who aLL want to serve the machine, because the machine serves us; makes us comfortable and entertained, amused, active.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sometimes too active, but the clocks have already been shifted. The machine has sped up the clock. We can do more faster. Our power output as individuals, and consequently in the various societies, has increased. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Our ability to calculate, which enables our capacity to build complex apparatus, has increased along with the clock to unfathomable sums, and which could never be performed by hand as any human normally is.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And, so it began...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. its aLL obsession, isnt it ..?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. love itself might be thought of as an aspect of it ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. obsession is prayer, obsession is magic ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. maybe even existing itself is a symptom of obsession ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Hey, look around, they are lying to you
Can't you see it is just a silly ruse?
They are lying, & I am lying too"

 

 

- Sleater-Kinney, Entertain 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. to be certain, it's the aeon of the con artist .. don't be lie ve me, take a walk down the street, & look at the ads & what all the people are hawking .. but what does this actuaLLy mean ..?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. William S. Burroughs in Nova Express wrote that "to speak is to lie — to live is to collaborate" .. & what he meant by this is that merely to exist is already to participate in a con, & on more than one level, at that ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. there is the deceit involved in the social con structions of reality, where saving face often takes precedence over sincerity, but on a deeper level, there is the existential con fidence trick of experiencing oneself as a separate being apart from the infinite flux that is existence .. the only advantage that the con artist has is that they're aware of these facts & use them to their benefit ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. these senses & more underlie the term 'aeon of the con artist' .. in fact, we might say that what makes it so is that today everybody is a con artist (which is another way to say a magician), whether they know it or not, but especially because increasingly many seemingly do gnow this ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

..  but this doesn't mean all con artists are alike .. far from it .. those who succeed in this aeon will be con artists for the right reasons .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. a cautionary example here is the (literal?) bankruptcy of the right, who claim that freedom of expression, doing what one will, & supporting those less fortunate are 'illegal', & accuse those who stand for such of being 'criminals' .. but who's the real criminal here, in the large scheme of things ..?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 .. just as neither sociopathy nor psychopathy are acceptable, let alone respectable political platforms, the con artist would be well advised to entirely avoid such trajectories in their own Work .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. on the con trary, the magician may well find that their Work is successful precisely to the extent that it benefits others to varying degrees .. in fact, the most effective con benefits everyone involved, to varying degrees ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"You've got time to escape
There's still time to escape
It's no crime to escape
There's still time, so escape
It's no crime"

- Pearl Jam, All those yesterdays

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. do what u can then let it go at that ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. shouldn't overthink it ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. get out of your head .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

we're @LL response able .. this is our watch

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

better 2: raining hell / agent provocateur

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. first there was a will, then there was a way ..

.. ergo, the energetics precede the biologics ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"We never stop choosing who we are"

 

 

 

- from Moana 2

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 
 
- .. was out and about and got very pissed off; started throwing around deadly forms, but in a calm state. the shop grate was half down and some guy quickly came in, stood at the desk that I was sitting next to, did some mumbo jumbo with his hands that I could not see, then turns and walks off with a bottle of something. My family and I leave the eyeglass place and along past us walking to the exit is the guy doing some kind of ritualistic walk, holding the bottle very “peculiarly”. He ambulates ahead

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

- .. a fellow practitioner perhaps; a magician ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

- The question then is though, what was the nature of the bottle and if any contents prior / after the manuevre? I initially got the impression it was some form of alcohol, but i only saw a sliver of it

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

- .. could be .. liquor has a lot of ritual uses, including pacifying spirits for example; it's offered as a gift to propitiate them ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

- for some reason, I thought he was bottling it up to be used elsewhere

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

- .. could well be so, ya .. water at least is said to hold energetic impressions, & even if it was booze, it's not so unlikely that spirits might hold .. spirits

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

- they certainly do let them out when imbibed .. release them, that is ..
 

 

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reichenbach, or Secret Visions of the 5th Dalai Lama

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I forgot I hadn't written anything this time around, just some scattered notes on the ground - chicken scratch in the sand, hunting and pecking with pen in hand, but at the end of the day: very little to show.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Languages are cages that hem in the noetic flux - sometimes the mind gets stuck.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We're just apes with variously, to some degree, mechanically functioning languages: the analogy is complete (enough). The cranks of engines were first turned on paper pages, the machine world first took shape on a drawing board.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reaching out, extruding ectoplasmic people through cathode ray tubes. Duplicated characters shared amongst cogs. The engineering languages, the various mathematics with their shapes, signs, rules, and results find a close enough approximation to a one-to-one mapping with factual occurrences, that people have been able to, for a long time now, to simulate reality on paper.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reduce the world('s) (to two) dimensions and (re)assemble. The telling of a thing is always less than the thing, or, information can be compressed if you don't care about fidelity. But, you have to care about the fidelity of the fact; we haven't figured out how to compress an apple without making apple juice.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We're just apes with variously, to some degree, meta functioning languages: the analogy is complete (enough). We program ourselves like we program machines or computers, if we know what we're doing - either wise we're trained just like the silicon neural nets. Target objective result. Repeat - focus on a goal, don't nitpick the details, they coalesce to the condensing nucleus.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Practice is the part where you have the goal and pay attention to what you are doing. Slowly building (real [someone else can sense it]) nerve control pathways. When we're entering a world through a body, effectively random, white noise stimuli, punctuated with the relative darkness of sleeping, is sensed and we flail pushing into the sound with various forces, until... something sticks, that is: we have a real response from the environment - i.e. I can now discern shapes. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If we are to continue growing, something of the same sort needs to be attended to: pushing somewhat randomly into the environment and seeing what returns a response in return, always (hyper) local to varying degrees.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Day was the dead day

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The signal / response pattern is a set of languages in the various sensory apparatus :: input + output.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If there is always an output language associated with an input language, for each sensory apprehension, hmmm, which corresponds to which ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"The crowd always wants to grow. There are no natural boundaries to its growth. There are no institutions which can be absolutely relied on to prevent the growth of the crowd once and for all"

 

 

 

 

 - Elias Canetti, Crowds and Power

 

.. once again, friends, it is eye, shades (thus named cuz 

 

 

 

 

"One by one we're all becoming shades"

 

 

 

- James Joyce, The Dead), your fear less dealer, with another joint ..  a notably experimental one, but then, we're @LLways trying things out here to see what will shift reality in a more positive & con structive Way .. u know how it is in this biz ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. & it sure seems like we need it, what with things seemingly getting worse (hopefully before they get better) .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 .. ah, but that's the thing - are we lying around waiting for things to get better, or are we actively Working, i.e. investing energy, with a view to improving ourselves & the wider world..? .. surely, at the very least, we're wishing that it may be so, for certainly that's better than doing nothing at all ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. as we've noted before, this world belongs to investors; those who invest time, energy (..& isn't money just a crude measure of such..?), etc, & who then collect benefits on these investments ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. case in point: if, as many have theorized, we're living in a second so-called Gilded Age, where the greatest threat to the common good, to the individual and their freedom, are the oligarchs, the plutocrats, (or, as some have gone so far as to call them,) the robber barons, why is this the case ..? .. is it not because they have so much more invested than the 'average' person, at least in financial terms ..?

.. assuming this is the case, & it seems reasonable to make such a deduction from the observations at hand, then what is needed to counter, indeed to overcome, said robber barons is, simply put, an (at minimum) equal & opposite 'investment', understood in the broad terms outlined above as con sisting of time, energy, etc, & with the goal of resisting their sociopathic agenda in favor of a more holistic understanding of reality ..

.. & so, maybe if everyone who isn't happy with the state of the world today put their 'money' where their metaphorical mouth is, we could reach a criticaL mass, an escape veLocity into a future that would put this present mess into con text, as a nightmarish past from which we have successfuLLy awakened ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"If you change the rules on what controls you, you will change the rules on what you can control"

 

 

 

 - from Revolver

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. LLegends don't die  ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. they just become more interesting ..

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

world'soul war / there is no center but you

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. once more unto the breach ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Victory is celebrated in the light, but it is won in the darkness" 

- from Dune: Prophecy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Everything changes on New Year's Day.... Just like every other day, and so on down towards whatever non-existent smallest unit of time. It's all a matter of scale, see - the geometries are ever shifting, at least slightly. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All presentments to the senses, and thus to consciousness, are facts or the assumptions of facts. The inability to determine the truth of the past means that is labile in its presentment and how it can be made to act. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

However, there remains also the firm belief that there is some ultimate factual matter standing at the root of whatever current present happens to be manifest. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yet, remaining human, there is no way for a non-present observer to come to terms with the fact of what must always remain in an uncertain state, unless there is further evidence that follows accepted laws. Yet again, evidences can be deceiving when they are the productions of fellow human beings; fraud and its ilk. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Use the budget to budge it, 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

make ‘em move how you want, you know? 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dangle some cash in front of their noses

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Somewhere it seems, we are forced to abdicate our direct knowing for at least second hand information which must be culturally filtered, merely because there are two separate individuals involved.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Scale:->

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Then there are times when the kaleidoscopic view in front of us hangs in the balance, and at a sudden all the pieces tumble and shift in a catastrophic collapse to a new ground, or base state. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

That thing in front of you that kinda just sits there as you flex your tubes around. If you don't shift your gaze, your gaits, your posing and restraint, then nothing would change. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If it were possible for you yourself to not change, that implies that the world would be unchanging or static .. it just depends on whether or not the frames would sync up if you decided to start the world again. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I don't know anyone who can (at least) often do that, - but it is certainly possible for any one of us to turn our eyes: the view, after all, is never the same.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Five percent of people are saints; five percent are evil. In their soul, stone evil. The other 90, they're just sheep.. they will follow whoever has the upper hand .."

- from Special Ops: Lioness

.. in the battle between light & dark, there can be no permanent 'winner' .. at any given point, one has the upper hand, while the other appears to have 'lost', when in fact it has receded only to return reinvigorated to, eventually, prevail in turn ..

.. the cycle of the seasons, day & night are merely the most obvious & immediate examples of polarity in our experience, but one should be cautious if they want to transpose such principles to the inner, esoteric world ..

.. one should especially be careful to avoid the con clusion that, if everything levels out to zero when all is said and done, then 'nothing really matters' .. ignorance & evil are very real to their victims, & simply to say "well, it's all the same in the end" does perhaps less than nothing to alleviate their suffering ..

.. knowing this, the magician must weigh their actions carefully to determine if they con tribute to the good or if they result in evil .. this is, after all, how we experience freedom in our lived experience ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. & certainly, we all wish to be free, but we must always ask the question, 'free to do what ..?' .. surely freedom, more than the absence of restraint, is on a much more profound level to truly know what we want, so the wishes & desires of others are not determining our own behavior ..

.. the ideal is that, if we truly are doing what we really want, we can reduce evil, ignorance to a minimum, which is but the result of error or con fusion .. & the challenge set before us is to reach that point of the gnosis of our own true will ..

.. don't be led by those who have been misled ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. cuz if they win, u lose ..

"-In the city, always a reflection; in the woods, always a sound ..

-What about the desert?

-You don't want to go in the desert .."

- from Spartan

.. happens to the best of us .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. the peaks are the most treacherous ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. so don't lose he/art ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. & get back up  ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

band of eLLips(i/e)s

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[ .. being issue # 91 in LL's publication series of research papers on selected topics in advanced esoteric philosophy & applied psychonautics .. ]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Magic is simple .. draw from your heart"

 

  

 

 

- from The Keepers of the 5 Kingdoms
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 .. it's not a con tradiction, 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

just a different perspective on the same thing ..

.. tighten up; that's the key ..

.. & if u can streamline more than anybody, 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

you've @L(L)ready won actually ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

The words make cents.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Communication of lines, characters on tv
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Seen far away - as if in a dream

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A mark makes sound when made across a page or on a board or a stone
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There was and still is a literal sound to the production of written word
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pounding out the codes, swooshing with a pen, hammer to chisel, fist to chin

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

-

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I feel my face, can you feel yours?
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shattered and battered, covered in pulsing flesh.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I can feel my eyes and the outside turning in
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Turning out scenes
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And I feel with my feet as I leave trails all over the place,
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

That maybe I can't see, but for some there's chase
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The thrill of the tail
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Like a cat and mouse game
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Or field where men lay
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Down prone on thorns of yesterday's old men
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Crooning and clawing at the moon as his lust or love slips away

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

--------

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When you rob with a pen
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You'll get 'way again
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But a knife or a gun,
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

not a book or a ledger
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And you'll find
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You're inside of a pen
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Looking out, and about
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

At where you had once been

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

-----

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Order and chaos meet in death
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Combat until the end
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One a flat place, no smile or a frown
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The other no-where for feet on the ground
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This way and that, no way and pat
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A fire, too bright, puts out all other lights
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

While in darkness no sights
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On the dark meandering of ways,
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

that Chaos and order lay

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

-----

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The problem with poetry is: you can't build machines with it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Truth is the greatest illusion of them all"

- from Arcane

 

 

 

 

.. horse races around the world & all over the place, & leadership changes faster than one can keep pace .. maybe if we pick one over the other, the whole world will change  ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. but when the music stops, what's different, other than which talking head is in place, & who they've replaced ..?

.. thesis: the world isn't run by talking heads; it's run by investors & collectors .. & the catch is that anyone(..?), no, absolutely everyone is in vested in this game, it being the only game in town: the game of what is, of what will become, (a) reality .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. & nothing will change unless we ourselves change, & redirect our (energetic) investments accordingly ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. not science, but conscience rules us here .. & what's right is what feels like it is .. surely, it's important to have an accurate understanding of what's "real", but of what value are all the numbers in the world if they can't change how you feel ..?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.. some are calling ours the second gilded age: lot of money flying around, but seemingly only landing near those whose piles were high to begin with; a lot of corruption, & a dizzying, vertigo-inducing level of inequality ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. & as if to prove it, u got some overrich clown who surrounds himself with $hills he pays to never say no, even when he says he wants to go to Mars, a a literal nuclear waste land  ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. but they should, cuz only a truly global society could make it that far, even as in the meanwhile we have more challenges facing our world than ever before .. only through cooperating on a hitherto unseen scale can we perhaps ensure that such a project would have even a chance of success ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. the truth is, we either (literally) rise coLLectively or we kill each other on the way down to hell ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. & the only question is, in which of those will you energetically invest, if, as u invest, so will u collect ..

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"That which inspires us to our greatest good is also the cause of our greatest evil"

- from Arcane

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"If the rule you followed brought you to this, of what use was the rule?"

 

 

 

 

- from No Country for Old Men

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. & if u con front your fears, will they disappear ..?

.. guess there's only one way to find (d)ou(b)t ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. isn't there.. 

 

 

con.flag.ration x con fl(@)uence

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"The most terrifying thing is to accept oneself completely"

 

 

 

 

- CG Jung

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. 'do what thou wilt'; @LLways ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. but u can't prevent others from doing theirs ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Of course people are going to have confidence in a conman

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Tower of Babel caught fire at the base - it was not a rebel angel that besieged the ramparts and sent down fire and brimstone. It was those on whom the tower stood who raised torches and pitchforks. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The heights are remote from life on the ground, and as such differ from those who must toil to survive. And, there are many ways of toiling..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

----

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 in space no-one can hear you sceam 

[down on earth]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Boil, boil, toil and trouble -

Snake oil salesman here, straight on the double.
 

For in a pinch, it's a cinch
 

To double down on rubble.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Knock it down, build it up
 

They done scattered fill it up
 

Roll some dice -
 

Not me or mine who dies

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

No worries there -
 

Now another few
 

round yonder
 

over there
 

Come looking for a buck
 

To buy some stuff

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Never looking
 

How to pick the lock
 

To the prison that they've bought
 

chains is all there's ever been
 

A man or a beast,
 

To the land or to the feasts
 

To a box or to a beat
 

To something new, or something leet

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now stick it in, and call a spade a spade
 

Some of them people seem to always got it made
 

Packing slaves on the clock doing something, Who cares not
 

That's us, over there, making you drive the bus
 

While you're stressing for a buck,
 

or two to make ends touch

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And,
 

 

You know,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sometimes we gotta pack the gat if we got
 

Don't wanna fall in line like all you rot's
 

What they say
 

While all your time slips down the drain
 

We're living on your dime
 

While you're dreaming on your own time

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We're up high
 

Outside of all those lines
 

 

Those rules you take are me and mine

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

For, it's the carrot or the stick, take your pick
 

Whichever one sticks, you know you'll get your lick
 

The original con: the conman's got no job
 

 

Ain't that odd?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

No product, no produce,
 

Nothing to show,
 

 

They got it loose
 

Easy as it goes,
 

For don't you know?:
 

 

When they need another buck,
 

They just print it up.
 

 

Or write it down,
 

A number in a book
 

By which they got you hooked.
 

 

Pulling purse strings in the air
 

 

Let you think there're dreams in there

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well there are, but
 

The price must still be paid
 

 

You see, we got it made
 

 

By you
 

 

We made it up - I said enough
 

 

 

 

And now you're on your way

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. choosing the highway of regret over the footpath of wisdom,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

u seek to celebrate; but find yourself in mo(u)rning ..  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. shades (thus named on account of

 

 

 

 

 

 

"They think I'm hiding in the shadows .. but I am the shadows"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 - from The Batman) wondered aloud, 'don't tell me you still doubt that we've now entered fully into the aeon of the con artist ..?

.. & I sure hope you've tightened up; minimized .. hope you're disciplined & organized, cuz you're gonna need to be, to survive .. & in the off chance you're not, there's no better time to start ..'

.. you don't want to live your life 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

stuck in someone else's reality ..

.. to be sure, in order to succeed, one must have discipline; & if you're not able or wiLLing to do it for yourself, others will be all too eager to do it for you .. but where does the discipline imposed by others end, & the oppression begin..? .. stated another way: where's the line between doing one's will & holding others back from doing theirs ..?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. it's arguably a world-historical question .... after all, & after another manner, don't these questions circumscribe the entire trajectory of colonialism & (post-)neoliberalism ..?

 

 

 .. 47 will fail for the same reason 45 (who is the same (?)) did: the death of neo-liberalism won't just go away; it's a reality we've found ourselves in ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. ahem ..  the point here is not to make facile delineations, but, on the con trary, to stress that these are open questions that need to be engaged with rather than avoided .. & it's important to argue against excess (at least where this overflows one's means) .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. on the other hand, errors of excess will inevitably be corrected by history itself, as they've always been .. & where we go from (T)here is anyone's guess; yea, albeit beyond our weirdest dreams ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. end up now.here if you follow a crowd ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 .. think it through; game it out..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. excessive success is the worst possible outcome; 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

even physics agrees with that one ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. & is it true, after @LL, 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

that it's darkest before dawn..? 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. guess we'll find out; 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

hope it won't be long ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

".. but if it's our mind that can invent gods, & if from them flows such power, why can't we apply that power directly..?"

 

 

 

- from Megalopolis 

 

.. technicians .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. geometricians ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. metamathemagicians ..