the photo was never you anyways, it’s why the machines can now freely manipulate what you consider a memory of self, a ghost; the context lives in the eye of the beholder.
jesus, if he walked the earth, a being just like myself , in 2026, he is a crutch to most, for whoever fears walking alone , the gut filled fear of the immediate unknown ; a dice roll before whatever glimpse and exercised will that follows. an escape. an exclamation. a boost.
in one lifetime, one lens, people that live in memories, lifetimes accessible in now, people you used to know, in the present before your eyes , just someone you used to know or someone that’s no more.
never bow prematurely to any man made status quo; as a man you are just as capable of tipping the scales.
avoiding work is like hiding from a beast
started to think eternal life here is a trap and not something i’m enthusiastic about, going into a future where we expect many breakthroughs in this regard; i am not so eager to trap my consciousness in this space, in perpetuity; robbing myself of seeing the now collapse into whatever comes next.
don’t spend time living in fear and regret, curiosity is a lesser evil.
always argue in favor of your logic, as long as it remains true.
everything the greats accumulated, left behind, every moment they shut their eyes
came into this world, there was no frame of being, but various models had apparently preceded, people i would place no higher than myself if they walked the earth, were worshipped, worshipped because they serve as something to grasp in this ever changing world, where even now, your entire being is spending time absorbing this, word for word, whoever you are, if you claim you are just as alive, i will give you the benefit of the doubt, but never worship