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March, 24
2005
Psychological Calculator: node 42-B
Log No: 042;)nano-7777779>0>
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Ohhhh…. Glowing glob of paradise… COME to meeeeeeeee…… my tiny little fists reach out to it… glowing little flickering flow of daairapassssss…. Nnnn ew ws flash… all you need is love…. Love is all you need… news flash…. Glowing little nothingness of paradise… come to me, will you, if you please… my tiny little fists demand you… but wait! They fall… my hands flicker… they are of no use… the ligaments or tendons haven’t developed yet… no… they haven’t. I promise and all. Yes. It’s simple. I think. It is a reflection on his glasses. This strange man staring down at me… Nice rings around his eyes. He is smiling. His face is contorting. (If you are wondering what just happened, I hit consciousness…. ) He is making weird sounds. He is trying to imitate my little hands. Maybe I should jerk them around a little more. Ah. I jerk my hands, it is so pleasurable. He… he… he is amused… he is laughing. He is making weird faces again. God he will never tire till I continue to entertain him. No he is looking down on you, and you are looking up, and you can control him by knowing nothing.
You are a little baby of course, so cute of you to be so… you’re a cute baby who is slightly disoriented because you are so close to your birth. So you are receptive to anything that the world throws at you. Hmmm… maybe, you came to consciousness only because the world threw things at you. Hmmm…. Now… that is interesting.
Point of view of the doctor: Hey kiddo. Heylo… how are you incieee pineee… how are you my mooooosssseeee waaagggiiiieeee…. How do you dooooeeee poeeeeeee? How ridiculous can a fucking adult get around a child? This is not even funny. I hate myself. Just withdraw. Laugh at what you are reduced to doing. Get out of this psychological calculator… into the real world.
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March, 24
2005
Psychological Calculator: node 42-B.1
Log No: 042;)mono-7777>
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Show Cards: The Lonely Rivers Picture Progression
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April, 16
2008
Psychological Calculator: node 42-B.1
Log No: 042;)mickey mouse- )8
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(When appropriate, replace “Shoulder” and “Stronger” with “Beer Belly” and “well supplied”)
Everything starts with a river. A river, starts everything. Imagine, really, what you would have done without rivers. You know, that the rivers started, and nurtured life. That, is an obvious statement. There is no denying it. The universe is not made up of obvious statements. Unfortunately for us. The Brotherhood of Unfortunate Butterflies, one of our major donors, have started the obvioustists movement. Here, everyone states only and nothing but the obvious. If the get away with it, they are oviously the most obvious obvioustists, right? Isn’t it… now, let us go ahead and state some obvious statements: remember, the “us” is obvious. Ok. Lets go. Now this river of life, started its own rivulets, but it also happened to start another fully fledged river, bigger than itself. It was a river more complex than itself. It was a river more convoluted than itself. It was a river more innocently threatening than itself. It was a greater fucking river… and this was the river of the genes. Agreed? ITS FUCKING OBVIOUS, BECAUSE WE ARE FUCKING TALKING IN OBVIOUS FUCKING STATEMENTS REMEMBER?
Yes, the river of genes… they shimmered and shined, rose and fell, and pushed each other into a scandalous growth that was like a river flowing from a point of origin, a gush of possibilities if you can imagine, an ejaculation of pure, undiluted evolution… we all owe our lives to these genes. We are their mere shells… their fake realities… we are nothing in competition with our genes, because if we would compete, it was our very genes that would allow us to do so… and people knew of this… yes, there was Darwin who said it quite down the line actually… and he merely suggested one model for the miracle, not the complete explanation… no if you thought evolution was about your son’s shoulders were stronger than yours because of a lifetime you spent atoning to and maintaining your own shoulders, or about giraffes growing longer and longer necks because of the lifetimes giraffe ancestors spent in stretching their necks, if you thought the eagle got its wings after a long series of eagle ancestors trying to fly a little higher with differently and randomly abled wings, if you thought your iris was fine tuned to perfection over the years, if you thought evolution was about doctors sons more likely to be doctors or barbers sons more likely to be barbers, the news flash… you do not believe in Darwinian evolution. You believe in Lamarckism. The stronger implications of which are both very barbarous and docterous: Kill all blacks, they are good for nothings, kill all reatards, they are good for nothings, kill all the disabled, they are good for nothings, because they all, inherently have bad genes. I apologize to the reader, profusely, for having led you to believe that you were reading obvious statements. You see, it was to prove a point, the basic point, that a battle of genes wages on the river of genes that flows… Now you know… Ok. Lets go. Now this river of genes, started its own rivulets, but it also happened to start another fully fledged river, bigger than itself. It was a river more complex than itself. It was a river more convoluted than itself. It was a river more innocently threatening than itself. It was a greater fucking river… and this was the river of the memes. Agreed? ITS FUCKING OBVIOUS, BECAUSE WE ARE FUCKING TALKING IN OBVIOUS FUCKING STATEMENTS REMEMBER?
A meme is an idea. Everything is an idea. Everything is a meme. A meme is a packet of totally false, virtual information. A meme, is any old fucking thing. The humans evolved all right, but with them evolved their information, their past, their history, their wisdom, their knowledge, and their witchcraft. The magic of language, of culture, and of tradition were all interwoven with our own existence, creating an aura around mankind… A dense aura threatening to smother us… It was true. This is why… now think of any idea you have happened to have… your reaction to any thing, your analysis of anything, or even your knowledge of somebody else’s reaction or analysis of anything… what you will end up is an idea that you have thought of… but you have thought of only of the third suggested possibility… this is because, if you will pause to think for a moment, anything that you have thought of is a result of not only two, but a lot of other people you can think of. Yes, every idea that you have has been influenced by a lot of factors, whether random or unconscious. What are the mutual opposites that you thought of to the last to words of the last sentence? Obvious isn’t it then? There are a lot of factors that influence you, and no idea is an original creation of yours. You cannot claim responsibility of anything, and the circle of copyright is a cyclic fucking error. You have no idea that is yours, they have come from idea ancestors who propagate in the form of memes. Each river of life, leads to another, plane of life, and we are, currently on the life-plane of memes, and you are comprehending… what memes are… memes are the units of information that make you up… they are the units of information that drive you, and make you speak and interact, which makes you, dear friends, a really original thing… everyone is mirroring the same information… BUT… in different kinds of mirrors… convoluted and convexiconcavywavy. Yes… so whatever comes from you, whatever you emit, is a projection, which is why corny lines like “You had me at hello work”.
Once it is obvious that the meme idea is being manipulated, it is clear, all fine, Ok. Lets go. Now this plague of ideas, started their own rivulets, but it also happened to start another fully fledged river, bigger than itself. It was a river more complex than itself. It was a river more convoluted than itself. It was a river more innocently threatening than itself. It was a greater fucking river… and this was the river of the counter fucking ideas. Agreed? ITS FUCKING OBVIOUS, BECAUSE WE ARE FUCKING TALKING IN OBVIOUS FUCKING STATEMENTS REMEMBER?
And that’s when things ceased to remain obvious. Counter ideas, are friends, that misbalance the stream of ideas. You see, upto the river of genes, things were really simple. The river of life started, figuratively speaking, which we do too much nowadays, but which is because of, the river of old fashioned water actually, but the river of genes started two parallel equally strong rivers. This was like the tendency to overmultiply on Darwinism, supposedly the model democratically held true. The river of counterideas, was at battle with the river of ideas, and it was sad that at any point of time only one river could flow ahead. Now this is where the counter ideas set in. Imagine a river being dammed up. You know, someone just goes upto it and stuffs something down the river’s flow and stops it right there right? No analogies mate, just rivers made of water right? The dam changes a lot of things. The water seeps underneath the ground of the dam… the ground in the area loosens, the earth cracks and breaks, the river gushes forward, leaving an environmental disaster in its wake… you have stopped the stream of life itself bastards, you are raping your mother, but screw the environment, who cares about it, we care about ourselves, and no other living creature.
Ah, poor creatures, repenting that they live in a world such as this. The damn building would obviously render the poor fish from procreating now wouldn’t it? The Tatas might have built fish ladders in their dams just so that the Great Mahseer fish could migrate and procreate in peace, but would every dam builder in the world be so considerate towards fish? Isn’t this real? Isn’t this so? Isn’t it obvious? No… they would say… screw the fish they would say… we don’t care to spend money to design fish ladders so that the fish can procreate they would say… “But then you would not be able to spend your money on fishing gear, there would be no fish to fish” The Tatas would say, but no one would hear it, a brief trend of excessive ear hair growth was passing the world by at that time. Gandhiji, Yoda, The common man, all had hairy ears… So fish die out. The eagles that feed on the fish die out. The Eagles are at the top of the food chain, so if your train of thought went ahead, it is now derailed.
That derailment is good. You have come to a place where you can think, imaging the ruins around you. This is because you also, are at the top of the food chain. Your lack of thought, is going to make you end up as being the only creatures alive in the food chain, and that is when you will become a society of cannibals. You are headed that way, you cannot deny it, because it is obvious.
Now, imagine, for a second, that in a society of cannibals, someone gets the idea of not being cannibalistic. My god, this poor little kiddo cannot handle human meat, what an outcast, let us shun him. He is a bad idea… don’t let your kids play with him. How can he be audacious enough to think of such a thing.,,. Throw him out of society. The point is this… even if it is a society of cannibals, change of the tradition would be harmful to the system. It is afterall, a river of memes. A dam cannot be built on it… it would lead to a terrible chain reaction. The food chain was finely balanced, the geographical plane was finely balanced… the meme plane was also finely balanced… except there was a meme antiriver. No… any change in custom or tradition was bound to be harmful No question about that. It is obvious. You know what is coming up baby, just one more time baby, Ok. Lets go. Now based on these to intertwined serpents, many time streams started their own rivulets, but it also happened to start another fully fledged river, bigger than itself. It was a river more complex than itself. It was a river more convoluted than itself. It was a river more innocently threatening than itself. It was a greater fucking river… and this was the river of Time. Agreed? ITS FUCKING OBVIOUS, BECAUSE WE ARE FUCKING TALKING IN OBVIOUS FUCKING STATEMENTS REMEMBER?
It is time, we come to a conclusion.
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March, 24
2005
Psychological Calculator: node 42-B.1
Log No: 042;)mono-7777>
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“Start your day with an auspicious thought”
-Old Brahmin Saying
Now let us ask a question. “Why do babies like balls?” Do you have an obvious answer? Freodgy thought he had an obvious answer. He had theories of why babies loved a lot of things. He got up one day and said “I lov mama” and he looked up every person in history who had said “I lov mama” or its variants, and found out that more males than females had been recorded to have said “I lov mama”. Of course, this was because of the whole feminism thing coming around before Freodgy did, and males were more likely to be on record than females, but he had obvious proof then, and that was enough for everyone. Ha, so suspicious you are, of course, his conclusions were obvious, you are so easily deceived, his conclusions were proven, because, he also happened to have thought enough to look up all the people who had said “I lov dada” and its variants, and DESPITE the fact that males were the only ones supposed to go on record, there were more females who had said “I lov dada” than males… this DOUBLY proved, Freodgy’s theories of the Oedipus and Electra complexes. Yeahah, that’s what he did. He pretty much said we put sex in any old thing. He said that we were so driven by it, that we seldom do anything else, but do it, in every sense of the blessed word. BUT if this were true, if all humans were working only for an evolutionary benefit in their fucking race, again, in every sense of the blessed word, then why in hell, would they have contrived so many senses for blessed words. In a world where sex was the only important thing, short and obvious sentences were the only things that had any reason to be there. What did this just prove? That there are other things more important than sex… there is a plane of independence, where the river of memes does not depend on procreation at all… feminists would argue that there are things that men and women can do equally, if you agree to this, then you must agree that there are memes that are not necessary for the procreation of genes, which is an obvious statement.
Now, comes the point where the information gushes out… If there are ideas that are truly independent of the river of genes, then there must be a river that is truly independent of the river of time… wait… what have we come to here… this is dangerous… we are getting into this unprotected… our souls cannot handle the information… the information is too obtrusive, too intimate, too considerate, too demeaning, too honest, too cute, too terrible, to intricate, too direct, too good to be true. My dear friends, it is time, that you realized your fate.
Yes, fate. That is what is being formed in the plane above time, and because of it… do you understand the exact relationship between where your desire to propagate ends and your desire for anything else starts? No, but you know it is there, you know it is real, we have just established it, and that is the same relationship that time shares with fate. Let’s clear it up, and take it over one more time. Can you pin point a location in your body, that does not work towards making love? Can you pin point a location in your head that does not work towards making love? Actually, no… but can you think of some aspect of yourself… some need somewhere… some pull to be above the need to make love, to realize more than your potential of being just a human in an evolutionary shell, to break out of the web of genes from where you came, to break out of the web of memes, dead, and redundant and cyclic, the same ideas bouncing about, the net of information, you have broken out of what is your own protection. There is your point… beyond everything that your genes and your own ideas combined to have given you… what you have given to others, information that you spread, that you suggest, things that you bring together for them is webs, making the criss crossing lines of thoughts and ideas resonate with a strong and glowing truth… it is but the strong and glowing truth within you, it is your very soul.
Unfortunately, you had raised a damn. It just broke. We have reached the climax, and this was intrusive. But remember, you are a snake in your dying throes, you are fucked, fucked by nothing but a series of ideas, of memes. Fucked for a reason that would not even remotely render either participant in this endeavor in propagating their genes. It is damning that you have read till here because, it is evidence of the fact that everything here is obvious. You are a snake… who is not dying, who is shedding its skin… you are, no reptile, no, evolution took them out long ago, no, no, you are phoenixes, yes birds born from ideas, who don’t shed skin, they do it in a more spectacular way, they burn up and their ash falls off and rise again, mere ugly babies in the ashes, not knowing even such basic information like, for example, that birds had evolved from reptiles in both the Darwinian and the Lamarckian models. No, you are not birds flying in the dark, you are now at the end of the journey, at the end of the torture, at the end of being wound up in different webs of various kinds, you are about to push your way through, you are about to break free, you are about to rush out into a whole new kind of world, a long ordeal, has finally climaxed… you have broken from your cocoon! From what had engulfed you for so long! You have wings! You are a soul who can fly! And you fly away into the calm equalizing black tranquil sea of eternity!
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March, 29
2004
Psychological Calculator: node 42-B.1
Log No: 042;)San Diego-XXX-XXX\m/
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The reader understands. He comprehends. He has been taken for a ride. He has been assaulted by ideas. He has been spoon... Oh! Oh! Wait... he has been shown that you can prove anything with statistics and analogies... as I was saying, he has been spoon fed a mouthful. He has been ridden on. He is a horse. He has been successfully been mounted, and raced through a series of obstacles, the obstacles of wrong analogies, and in the end, the horse falls on his own master and kills him, because his master made one mistake… if you know WHY this should be creating a sense of déjà vu, you have understood the fatal, disproving, mistake you and I have made, horsey porsey. He is totally receptive to a certain chunk of subjective information. The most dangerous kind. Ah. God he will never tire till I continue to entertain him. No he is looking down on you, and you are looking up, and you can control him by knowing nothing.
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