“Death is not the loss of things but the unbinding of their union. Deceived people call this change Death because life proceeds to the Invisible, and it is from there they have no conception or understanding. Bodies are not lost when they are dissolved: they become new” Hermetica CH11/12.16 A society typically is, or was, typified by people assisting others in the understanding of, or execution in understanding of, the Divine and the Invisible; but if all one prioritizes is sex, power, glory, and status, then the revelation of the worthlessness of these things is like the End to them. The Horizon a society has should not be manufactured (though it can, through tireless propaganda and manipulation), it must come through a natural order of reverence. Transhumanists and those who aggregate material may live to push their age to 100, 1000, 10000 years, and at that time will their body not become a system of so much change that they will no longer be who they originally were? And you arrive back at the 20th century joke about artificial intelligence—if you want an AI to do your bidding, just have a kid.

This used to be one of the most biodiverse areas recorded in modern human history. The first settlers lived in paradise and now it’s a giant concrete pad

Am I the only one that thought this was a reference to 9/11?

When you make your first VC deck right out of college:

global marketplaces prevent individuals from being valuable. suddenly, i cant just provide a good--i have to provide a good that is better. and that in itself creates a different type of person

"Oh you man, consider how God the Word has become Man --- O Man, reflect how Nature is a great world — and has become a Man." If you rise to commune with the Nous, you open yourself up to receive something you might be unaware of, but should still enkindle you

The Imagination allows you to piece through material limitations and tap into the Divine Nous Mixing Bowl. I would say it is a core tool in redemption

"human beings will dig up the roots of plants and test the properties of their sap. they will investigate the nature of stones, dissect animals down the middle--not only unreasoning animals, but even themselves--in their desire to discover how they are formed. they will stretch out audacious hands as far as the sea, chopping down naturally growing forests to gerry themselves to the lands beyond. they will investigate what objects exist deep within temple shrines. they will hunt as far as heaven, wanting to observe the movement established there. i mention only their moderate endeavors! nothing will remain any more except the remotest regions of earth. yet the blackest nights of these places, too, they will explore in their lust. they will have no hindrance, but initiated into the richess of a life without grief, and not pricked the painful goads of gear, they will luxuriously enjoy a carefree existence. will they not farm themselves as far as heaven with overcurious audacity? will they not stretch their carefree souls to the stars? teach them then to have a passion for their projects so that they fear the bleakness of failure. so that they are tamed by biting grief when they fail to obtain their hopes. let the niggling curiosity of their souls be cut down by lusts, fears, waves of grief, and deceitful hopes. let continual love affairs take vengeance upon their souls, along with varied hopes, and desires sometimes fulfilled, sometimes shattered so that the sweet bait of success becomes a striving for more perfect evils. let them be weighted down with fevers, so that they, when they lose heart, chastise their desire. [...] very well [...] The all-encompassing nature of divine breath will no longer be clearly visible. the sharp-sighted goddess Nemesis will be appointed as overseer of the universe. as for me, i will devise a secret mechanism maintaing unerring and inviolable scrutiny. to it all things on earth will necessarily be enslaved from birth to their final decay. this mechanism maintains the fixity of what must be completed. all things on earth will obey it."

they ruined instagram. it used to be you could watch a reel and look at the comments to find the top gems that distilled its essence. it felt good. now they hid the top gems and elevated 0-2 likes garbage. every peon with a muddled imagination gets a boost. they ruined instagram

Polymarket odds surge 70% suggesting the Frontier Airlines victim in Denver was a nuclear scientist working for the US government

Due to economic injury from the Hantavirus Outbreak, I will be petitioning the government for a payroll loan on my newly created companies:

the real Schizo take on the Illiad is that it was a legendary metaphor for a more ancient conflict between Atlantis vs Greece. it was never actually Troy vs Sparta we see the same thing in the Frankenstein story, which is a modern anachronism for the more ancient tale of Sophia

Having vines in your garden grow vigorously while you have nothing vertical for them to grow on is such a spectacular sort of pain

we fall apart so we can be reborn in a Second Breath; in the first one we dont get as much air as we couldve, or wanted to; so we breathe out, die, liquefy, and are reassembled again through Heat and Grace to experience a Lifetime of Breathing In Again ©

Pipes are clearly the superior method of smoking. Not sure why the western world hasn't caught onto it yet

What life feels like when you don't wear your glasses

Speedrunning the YCombinator incubator playbook for kids freshly minted from middle school Burritos with red sauce on Fridays Cap table revisions on Monday mornings

You didnt know? Ray Peat was able to grow a second penis by slathering the glans, shaft, and scrotal area with progesterone synthesized from frog eyes and vitamin e oil daily for 52 years