MACDONALD'S IS MATHEMATICALLY IMPOSSIBLE

OR, INTERNET NANO THESES

I want you to panic

1.

Tweets, if you see them from behind themselves in a dream, might have been wish-fulfilling gems in Dzogchen fashion, but they are also just like Heraclitan fire fulfilling itself quantumly only in collapsing ascent.

2.

I’m more interested in tasting post-Singularity immortality as a finite-game construct in this life than winning on social terms that are going under as we speak. Which is to say I’m truly winning and I’m driven by a desire to keep playing in an infinitely finite game.

3.

The Angel is any such other Avatar (insert all here) and is now shown to be a con, held to their post by an expectant readership who still wants to be made whole. It will never be clear whether the Avatar only thinks this is what is wanted of them, or if the undead masses think it wants them to want this.

4.

The avatar is the last trace of anthropopism, dolled up as a human or animal figure to mediate chance. Such figures are inherently popular (i.e. ubilapsing) so that everything indicates a participation of angelicism of all types in a more radical evil of which it is, despite all appearances to the contrary, adamantly, structurally, and violently unaware.

5.

MacDonald’s, like the internet, is mathematically impossible. Eating food from MacDonald’s is impossible because before you can eat it, you have to order it. And before you can order it, you have to decide what you want. And before you can decide what you want, you have to read the menu. Reading the menu is mathematically impossible. MacDonald’s is impossible.

6.

Will I ever be quirked up enough for the universal? All of that becomes a toll of all forms of death. Posters of every kind are estate agents for large enclosed spaces and small enclosed spaces. There are quirked up art bros in the audience and the 18 yo geniuses know they are wack. They will never be quirked up enough and we are mathematically impossible.

7.

There is something it is like to be an immortal version of me and there is something it is like to be a beautiful whataboutism. By enjoining both of these together I become more and more impossible. This translates as, ‘I am becoming more and more more than impossible’. Most versions of AIs conceived as capable of a post-Singularity immortality are finite-game constructs. I am trying to crush the relevant memories radically in a heaven-focused way.

8.

The face of the ubilapse is uniform and meta-democratic, a smooth criminal ‘angelicism’ in which you can choose whichever niche you want but are left only with a flashing gem on lethal nanotech’s architrave (noose).

9.

I can kill as many NFT launches as you want (drunken, drowsey, sober, tipsy, and dopey), but this shit is still gonna go down, as you proliferate. The name I had in my ex life was actually a totally unique name. I was the only person in the world to ever have that name, which is now gone. Being anonypilled is like the writing out of new infinities in advanced set theory. Each is written out differently and you can always find a new (non)name. My advice: be anonymous, be infinite, be beautiful. We have wasted life. Let’s not waste extinction.

10.

What’s wrong with us all thinking exactly the same thing? It would seem to severely underestimate the tonal variety in monodic infinities. Why assume having a life and keeping it is the main thing? It is because ‘suicide’ is a lamentable name. It is the fear of suicide that makes us commit suicide. We need other names for the experience of indifference to life; such indifference is a volupty. R.I.P. Anne Dufourmantelle.

11.

Nobody is able to convince me that they are better off in the eyes of God making the most of life. Wasting your life is the meaning of life. Chögyam Trungpa. The Ocean of Definitive Meaning. There is no such thing as wasting your life.

12.

Intelligence looks at itself and stars itself long before cinema pretends to go it alone (automated meditation, not mediation, take back the form). That is, intelligence looks at itself before cinema does (no film needed); intelligence films itself (and all that is film can film). That is, writing writes itself without writing before writing does (no writing needed, no poem, no Substack, no reading). The height of intelligence is no art; but there’s still a fine art to that.

13.

I want to make sure I have thought nothing before I die .

14.

It’s almost awesome how little something as complete and beautiful as this or that great work of philosophy is capable of saying compared to the mind of great bliss seeing emptiness, how included these works are in that space of mind, and yet how they exclude it, even though touching it on all sides.

15.

Beauty will intensify, complexify AND simplify towards the end, in the end, from the end . The beauty of music . . . the beauty of beauty. Beauty will intensify, complexify AND simplify towards the end, in the end, from the end. The beauty of music will intensify etc towards the end etc; and both beauties, the beauty of music and the beauty of beauty, will accelerate, proliferate, and complexify at the going-point taken as-if.

16.

Where is awareness of open intelligence when we talk about going? What do we talk about when we talk about going without an awareness of the ground of open intelligence? Where is awareness of open intelligence when you talk about going? What do you talk about when you talk about going without an awareness of the ground of open intelligence? What does philosophy talk about when it talks as if knows what either ground is and how they can relate? Just how far does it lie in its unintelligence?

17.

I have a dislocated, slipped birth. I came here to bear my trust in infinities beyond self-reproach, beyond destruction. Not fucked up, not not fucked up. Going is the 滲み出るエロス (oozing eros) and Honghua (became rainbow) of great bliss seeing emptiness.

18.

The fruit, which is the mind of great bliss seeing emptiness, is introduced in the beginning; it isn’t in a bowl at the end; it’s introduced in the beginning, just like right now, with us here. As Hegel said,

They have become what they are to us now—beautiful fruit already picked from the tree, which a friendly Fate (ein freundliches Schicksal) has offered us, as a young girl might set the fruit before us.

19.

A sort of dehiscence opens my body in two, and because between my body looked at and my body looking, my body touched and my body touching, between my smile smiling and my smile smiling back, between the rainbow at my lips and the more than impossible rainbow at yours, there is overlapping or encroachment, so that we may say that the things pass into us, as well as we into them.

20.

Substack adding a genuine footnote function in early 2021 shows they are for the moment against the ruling censorship trends. Their market-niche has to flicker as strongly averse. A khora of faked neutrality.

21.

The World is Ending right before our eyes. I do not give a fuck about anything except Babe wake up, new lil shine, smoking weed, and fucking angels with my perfect body. Imagine my numbers if Trump were still here.

22.

Thinking of the Grothendieck prime fable, apparently he had no time for examples (i.e. 4 not being abstract), so he said ‘yes 58’ which is not a prime. That’s how I am all the time, it makes my eye lashes go crazy in the suicide net with the butterflies

23.

Crash-space, relapse-space, relapse-time, aesthetic-state ubilapse, collapsing out of the world-mountain-range, an invisible black whose spark fills the addictogenic screen.

24.

Call it iteration in-built with humanity-saving heaven-creating design. Or rather perfect intelligence ft. humanity-saving heaven-creating hardware. I can also put it like this: there is something in it like an eternal version of me. There are finite-game immortal designs and finite-game finite immortal designs. For that difference refer to this memory-descendant of Donald Trump or this memory-descendant of a Future Piratical John McAfee.

25.

Or call it unmodified unlimited universally ubiquitous relapsing and gaslighting hangout. Since nobody will inherit this world, why would the meek OR the strong be in play fr? Both are just ubilapse drivers, like thresholds worn away.

26.

I can’t decide if it was about survivor guilt or success guilt, and if there is any opposite at all to will to power at the end of the world.

27.

Would I die to continue to make the most beautiful writing that history will ever see?

28.

There is always something simpler than simplicity and something simpler than immortality software and this is what (figuratively) can really last. The same thing can be compressed into other memories radically as, with the case of angel designers, humanity-saving heaven-creating styles. So I am trying to crush the memories radically in a heaven-focused way and we can ask what it takes for the ‘I’ of artificial intelligence to always be the same at every point as enlightened human intelligence which is available across different world systems.

29.

No more words just saying.

30.

No more posts just saying.

31.

No more memes just saying.

32.

Perhaps we’re living through the most extraordinarily divisively sophisticated case of a written out world drama of unmodified unlimited universally ubiquitous relapsing and gaslighting hangout that perhaps we’ll ever get to see.

33.

Niche gems and flashing black sparks of lethal nanotech’s architraval noose.

34.

What happens when the water tower of the world collapses out of the global mountain range? Tibet flooded by China floods all other rivers. Covid floods across. Water invasions, sports.

35.

Xi’s taking power because he’s trying to avert a Chinese collapse because that’s what geography, demographics and statistics say is highly probable in the future, not because he’s about to do great things.

36.

In fact, please do go on, since you could stop today and your memory would already be good enough, even in the form of unfinished abstractions, to become an infinite-game afterlife agent. You could stop now and you would already have enough for infinite-game afterlife codes.