PERCIVAL

Drowning.

You live and learn, or you die and teach by example.

You get rich, or you eat shit and die with the rest of us.

Napoleon was taller than me.

Focus.

Focus.

Focus.

I am alone in a cave sitting by a fire.

I am accompanied by my imagination.

It is you after all who has brought us to the dream.

Hackers versus entropy.

Imaginary systems change reality.

Ego creates torque.

Sparks. 

Light.

Lift me up to the uppermost.

Or leave me to drown.

And see if I can save myself.

You live and learn, or you die and teach by example. 

Drowning. 

I want to say none of this is real,

but I’d be lying through my teeth.  

Twixt worlds I sit, As all before me,
yet self elusive, logic fails.
Aspects of a single being;
Waste upon the dunes of time.

Ten thousand keepers in the dark,
light shines forth, they live anew.
A single fire, a single man.
Making stories from the flames.

Vice and virtue, relative ways.
logic’s context lost at sea.
Event’s current dragging down.
Entropy of our little worlds.

The sword of reverence cast aside.
Materia bound, to re-ascend
A mountain now cast in winter
The tale of Valashu now my own.

Tunnels into worlds grandiose,
flow back into this familiar cell;
Guarded by those thought-realm creatures
We made to save ourselves.

Forward floating, without escape;
Intellect infected by itself,
Water this time pushed uphill,
Called forth by memories of the deep.

How do I find the character of self?

How much of this is real?

I have trod this path once before.
I’m not sure if I remember the way.

Oh Promethia, but for the rod of seasons;
I might still make it to the stars.
 

eleven27:

All I needed were a couple of good days and I got them and I am happy.

Thank you so much to Pie, Stuqs and Percival for Christmas last night. I know I’ve not been the easiest to deal with lately, but I’ve promised myself to be so much better than I have been acting, not just for all of you, but for myself too!

It feels like the world wants me to be a character. Make myself into someone who can be simplified into a series of comparisons and cogent narrative paradigms that people can easily parse and file away.

Like I’m meant to be some sort of crude archetype. A figurine of myself. That I should live to exude an air that becomes a game-board character of some twisted god.

I hate to break it to you all, but to understand me, as I am, would change you. If you parsed what was innerted in this infernally powered frame, you would never ever again be the same. Rational computational engine, Universal context machine, you don’t wish to play this game.

I can survive in this form because I am as I am. My conduct becomes what potential I have been gifted, insofar as it can, and perhaps a little bit more. Given what conditions it has been put under, I labour as thus, and no better could be done, because all that was done was the best that could have been under the conditions set.

There is no testing phase. This shit is live.

Accelerate.

So what if you were to grow a clone of yourself in a vat, then undergo a surgical procedure to swap one hemisphere of your brain with that of the clone (Who has not yet even opened its eyes), such that you end up with each of your cerebral hemispheres in a different body, paired with an unimprinted hemisphere; then later undergo a procedure to re-unite the original two halves of your brain.

What kind of perceptual clusterfuck would that be o_o’

What problems would you experience creating a currency backed by cans of coca cola?

What issues would you have with maintaining and self-regulating a personal currency based on a self-assigned value of units for any given task’s completion, redeemable for hours of sleep?

If you can only focus on a single discreete problem at a time, but can solve any problem given time to do so, how does one most effectively go from a zero point to total world domination?