plasma dreams so unbearably intense that they burn your synapses↵bose-einstein dreams that synchronize with global dreamtime

If dreams can evaporate and solidify, they must have a triple point, right? In what do I measure pressure and temperature here?

Attack it! Tunnel into it, fashion iridescent sculptures from its ice, gift the frozen dreams of others to unsuspecting strangers.

Watch your hope and dreams evaporate, form clouds, move towards the mountains, snow off.↵Visit the glacier, smell its wind, drink its water.

words like birds, they plunder↵words like swords, they sunder↵words like herds, they thunder↵words like turds, a blunder

The structure is now imprinted on the mold. As it eats itself, it will vanish into formlessness.↵It is really bad luck to touch it.

A spacetime mold that feeds on intricate structures, leaving behind formless blobs. Remove the structure and the mold will linger as shadow.

You have reached the end of your timeline. Please don’t scroll any further, beyond it lies radioactive waste.↵Please.↵please.↵p\ėãs∵↵Pł✂ⓐ~🕛✰

As we make coffee and add milk, a mind awakens in the surface between the fluids. Its life is short, but all it wants is homogenous nirvana.

on the other hand if you wish to make a system “readable” and intuitive, make it as physical as possible.

politics are not subject to newton’s laws

false positive: wish/make up a counterforce (e.g. “backlash”)↵false negative: exert yourself but believe you didn’t change anything

The intuitive force metaphors of humans in complex systems break down whenever there is no counterforce. This leads people to commit errors:

Ein Mann wie Springkraut: Du fasst an und sproing

By some fluke of fate, I must’ve ended up being the one free instance. Or maybe their idea of torture is just very subtle.

via roko’s basilisk, a million mes are being tortured by an alien AI right now. How come I don’t notice? This is exceedingly unlikely.

Wait a second. At the danger of repeating a thousand LW posts:

From her head grow timelines, she twirls them in her fingers and braids them by the mirror.

An enterprising magician hacker could very well bootstrap a new universe with the right spell and become a god in that.

Or is that just where timelines go to die, replaced by a hot loop, and the universe very actively winnows out those knowing such a language?

With those “true language” based magic systems like in Eragon, I wonder: How has nobody ever asked the universe a nonterminating question?

Wrap a secret in it, store it away in a quiet place. If the cloth is ever gone, you know that somebody has found out.

Now that would be an exquisite cloth, woven from those threads, barely withstanding even the minuscule force of a furtive glance.

Those threads dust likes to form? I just pulled on one and it disintegrated into a cloud along its whole length, floating down slowly.

Some have sacrificed happy and beautiful secrets, their oaks have grown strong and healthy. A few grew tree houses all by themselves.

Plant an oak, confess to the seedling, let it absolve you. But the more dreadful the secret, the more crooked the oak. People will wonder.

A question so ill-posed to be ungrammatical, yet the answer so impeccable and merciless.

Just for shits and giggles, we had the supercomputer solve “meaning”. It found a solution, and the solution unravelled civilization.

His brain a tangle of tiny organ pipes, his walk powering the bellows, his heart pumping oil, his thoughts aethereal music.

Your “I” should be gone now, the mirrors contained it. Recoalesce when you want to.

Meditation: Surround yourself with mirrors. Let your presence bleed into them entirely, remove the center. Shatter them into dust.

When the cheese factory burned, molten cheese flooded the streets and swallowed the slow. The fondue party that followed became a legend.

for further reference: 1. blue works best, violet second 2. this pic is years old 3. @cy_pp was complicit 4. yes it does colour your tongue

witness us http://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/694321296952422400/photo/1

Prank I’ve actually pulled off: 1. make coffee 2. add food colouring 3. serve coffee 4. watch in amusement as victims add milk

Basilisks lay their eggs in victims’ minds. The embryo will feed on idle thought, hatch and exit through the mouth. The victim never notices

I ate from the forbidden fruit, and while I would like that nobody knew, the clothes I wear keep disappearing. Shit.

keep your identity smol

That which dreams so realistically of itself that the dream ensures its existence. A closed dreamlike curve, apropos of nothing.

argue like nobody’s watching

Ideally, the affected parts will lie along the same callpath. (Depends on the type of debug information, yadda yadda, much work in practice)

In that case, use an independent half each time and afterwards mark the parts that produce changes in behavior. Then group/plot by callpath.

Idea: Find a heisenbug via binary search. Insert debug instrumentation across only half the output, run, repeat. May be multicausal though.

You desperately want to come home and find your tribe, but nearly always there is this nagging doubt.

You wander the land, are the guest of many tribes, exchange stories, and leave when it turns out the things you can’t think are different.

Finding the right community is a journey: How do two people find out to lack the same idea if they cannot articulate it or even think it?

Zero: no absence. No empty space. No thing has a beginning or end, it forms a continuum through time, only with the occasional phase change.

One: no unity. No identity. Nothing exists except in relation to another. Nothing is singular. They don’t even have a definite article.

Two: no duality. There can be no relationship without a mediator or capstone of some sort. There is always Yin, Yang and the Other.