what would he mean by a post titled like that?
chewing on the lemons in your mind. flicking trumph pinatas at your head.
listening to vid cropped and pitchbent to duck the bots just a little while longer than the last ups did.
the content is still there. it's a different skill to listen through the pitching than dodging AM radio static. but the brain remembers both, may no longer be capable of missing the former. but appreciating the span and the changes that happened nonetheless.
of course nothing happens by itself anymore and nature may abhor a vacuum but ever-evolving brains covet layer upon layer of stimulus. unless we keep them fed, our intellects can consume us with their urge to correct ignorances with education.
don't dwell on the stories of emaciated netizens whose bodies gave out on them due to neglect while they pursued the internet into eternity. the stories are true. and they are lies. assume all outcomes and you begin to approach the zero line.
when you can transcend the moment and think outside yourself, the product of meditation becomes obvious. you don't even care who to aim at anymore, you appreciate that you can know when to step aside as they destroy themselves.
the path has never been clearer, even in the darkest times.
the world's policeman is weary and deserves to withdraw and regenerate. the suit can hardly speak loud enough to satisfy himself. the jesters jibe through someone else's public address systems.
amplification irritates the powerful, and the people aren't plugged into anything but each other this time. good luck unplugging that with some swollen powers and illegal unpersons with wings delivering death nobody ever allowed them to create in the first place.
peak indifference, may it come to pass. life can reprogram the empire if it imagines a better tomorrow.
will it?
