Wee Wisdom (17)

aphorisms and short reflections

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i never see anyone discussing the role of premortal spirits in the low fertility question. there is a lesson there and a story, connecting it to the reality here and now.



be rational about intuition, and intuitive about reason



nothing gives me more of a positive outlook on life than reestablishing a healthy distance from society



going to the city made me sick to my stomach, figuratively and somehow also literally



whoever you pray to, you should pray for, but not necessarily the other way around



ai treats the inhuman as human, an age old strategy for corruption, applied in yet a new way




i'm sure this rot happened in remote ages too, in one way or another. but the way it's happening now, possibly because i'm here of course, does feel very final, what's lost in some ways irretrievable, the hope is that the life and light dying here can be reborn elsewhere.



the world no longer has any direction, no true east and no true west. perhaps this means that we are entering an age where the division is north and south. it happened before, no reason why it wouldn't happen again.



traditionalists attack the coach and the team, they may even attack certain tactics, but never the strategy


it is some kind of diabolical possession to till the soil only to kill the weeds, with no intention of adding anything in their place, not even its corpses to rot and renew the soil, destroying a web of life for no reason at all, soon to be dead dirt baked by the summer sun



you can't return to the land without returning to the land


falling in love
rising in love
going around in love



you can still, and to a certain extent, curate your experience and live the culture you want to have. that's the best that can be hoped for now. islands.


a cake should cost 1, a guitar should cost 10, a sofa should cost 100, a car should cost 1000. a house 10000. i don't care which currency, this should be the standard stable value of things in money terms.



there is a god for everything, and one of them is for theosis



any group larger than thirteen is, on some level, a bureaucracy



there is something deeply shamanic about a very tall chinese man



i have a philosophy of literature, it's between the lines of my fiction


i don't want mormon theology to become respectable. it should be a well guarded secret.


you can get away with things if you don't mind the weight



i prefer people who aren't nice, but have manners



a fool's errand
a labor of love
worth more than every penny


i feel quite certain that death is not the end. for some. for others it might well be, and almost sure is. and for still others it won't be an end at all, because whatever is to survive death has not begun yet.



i never threw a party. i always set them down gently.


i see no difference between coding and low level sorcery, except for the attire of the practitioners.


do it for end times' sake


i can already see it. soon there won't be an option to go through the search engine results, you will ask the question of the retAIrd, and a mindlessly curated summary is all you will have, a permanent mechanical screen over every human endeavor, no going to the source, no learning directly


man is food to the woman, woman is drink to the man



the root of all this is that, the root of all that is this, has any philosopher ever even looked at a plant, there is always more than one root. have they ever looked at a problem. probably the same way they looked at the plant. lose the word, or update your understanding.



discernment sometimes disguises itself as sloth, procrastination, patience.



only the princess can marry the prince, and only the priestess can marry the priest, and only the goddess can marry the god.




i do whatever the heaven i want



it's hard to blame modern people for thinking marriage and family is a sham when it's likely their parents were in a loveless marriage, swallowed by everydayness, with no magic and no cosmic purpose, and thus separated in fact or in spirit so easily



every name that evil takes becomes evil, and an evil name becomes a curse, and so another word must be stolen from heaven, another one to be tainted with and taken over by hell, over and over, until we have no words to call out evil, except evil


when i'm really inspired i am living in two worlds at once. there is a point in a large enough artistic project where i am just sucked in whole and it's all i can think about all day and night until i finish or i die. from early in the morning until the afternoon i work at it as much as possible. at night i rest and give attention to my wife. but the thing is still with me. it's just weird. i am prone to it but don't really understand it. i wake up earlier and earlier as i approach the finish line. sometimes i have to force myself back to sleep after i wake up restless at four in the morning. the darkness is of no use. artificial light ruins the bond, i know by now i should wait at least for the promise of dawn. six is the optimal time. obsession may sound interesting and there might be somehing good made at the end, but nothing comes from nothing, and there is a toll on you and those around you, some part of you and also them is consumed to make it happen.



to know in your heart that God, in whatever way we define the word, is the answer, makes the nature of whatever problem of secondary concern. but i'm not capable of living like that. i need to understand it, i need to know the question, not just the answer.



life is questionable, and thus a quest



if and when
now and then
again and again

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