Wee Wisdom (33)

aphorisms and short reflections

the patterns of machine text are not arbitrary. and they help reveal what antihuman communication is.

what i've seen so far of 'ai' chat bots leads me to believe that were they to inhabit humanoid bodies, they would fit already existing patterns of human behavior, but only within that spectrum starting in sociopathic white collar criminal and ending in psychopathic street thug





my pessimism stops whenever i have the slightest delusion of grandeur. it's too grim even for me to imagine. i step back and gain hope in my smallness.






i've been told my approach to structure in storytelling is weird, and people mean it in a post modern way. but it is in fact very ancient. look at this verse. 

the quotation rule i use for dialogue is the same as the KJV, a simple capital letter after a comma. originally it had no question mark either, because it is either stated or implied. so it is not post modern, but rather premodern. this is an example of how i think we can move forward while respecting the past. towards more naturality and spontaneity is my goal at least, and this structure affords a lot of freedom for it. it's true that the approach sometimes leads to ambiguity. but once again, that too is like the bible. and there's art in making that ambiguity purposeful.



the one who looks forward is the first to see the past




hypnagothic revelation. sleep falling like rain. apocalyptic whimsy. enemy of perpetual motion. hypnosophy.





there's a space in between. we have to move there.



we know there's something out there, but we'll only find it as we give it shape



gods make bodies. but devils can make them too.




the Lord won't destroy the world if there are still noble creatures inhabiting it. the devil won't stop destroying the world until there are no noble creatures inhabiting it.




the flesh is made in the image of the spirit. destroy certain vessels for incarnation, and certain types of spirits won't be born into this world.



theology, properly understood, is just words about gods. any kind of words will do. could be true, could be false, could be lies, could be completely beside the point. most commonly the discipline tends to the latter.



don't be offended by anything i say. it means you value my views too highly. and yours too lowly.




never saying nice as a short reply of encouragement again. instead will say, peachy.




is the earth and her beauty important to you




every kind of renewal, transformation, evolution, or otherwise levelling up, requires some form of memory loss. think of sleep, or growing up, both are examples but in different ways. 
the resurrection is supposed to be a renewal without the loss of memory, and thus with lessons learned, and an intact self. 
it always surprises me that so few people want this nowadays, and prefer living through the mass in repetition (reincarnation into the same world, with scant memories if any), or else annihilation by absorption.





true hopes, false copes. you see these two together all the time.





my only real ambition is to be free enough to do things naturally




this is the longest and most intense heatwave i have ever lived through. just brutal.


my wife will bake me pies beyond this world, and beyond all worlds, but never in this heat




it may not be not be possible to fight it, but that does not mean it cannot be defeated.




pessimism has never discouraged me. and optimism, whenever i've tried it, always briefly, made me complacent. is this common, i really don't know. my wife is like this too but off the top of my head, i don't personally know anyone else like this.

even as a kid, i already had a me against the world disposition. and i never encountered it again until i met my wife. then it became us against the world.



full steam beyond



isn't it amazing that you can just say Bruce, or Matthieu, and only cool people will know what you're talking about




if i go for a casual stroll around my village on a summer night, i might cross paths with a boar or two or more. i think that's meaningful. this knowledge has improved my life.





the damned watch their bridges burn. the elect burned them.




whenever we can truly make a simple meal of thanksgiving it is the body and blood of our creator.




saint vibes. a vaporwave type project.




when the wild animals began to return to the cities during the lockdowns it was magical. and as things went forward to an even fouler normal than the one before, they disappeared again. and it was gut wrenching. one last glimpse, so you know there is no hope for the cities.




there is a kind of beauty in women that can take down empires. there are stories in the bible. this cannot happen now (unfortunately, maybe). not even in the middle east. it's just another world. everything is too machinelike these days. women may have more power individually than ever, but the feminine has never been more institutionally powerless.  i guess i should say the positive feminine. we have a rather monstruous version of the negative. although, today it's like anything else really. it's almost all and only monsters.



in order for anything to exist, to be, it needs to partake of both matter and spirit. yes there is subtler matter and denser spirit. whatever. it's always and can only ever be a combination of the two or otherwise be more nothing than thing.