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plasma dreams so unbearably intense that they burn your synapsesâ”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.â”Visit the glacier, smell its wind, drink its water.
words like birds, they plunderâ”words like swords, they sunderâ”words like herds, they thunderâ”words like turds, a blunder
The structure is now imprinted on the mold. As it eats itself, it will vanish into formlessness.â”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 donât scroll any further, beyond it lies radioactive waste.â”Please.â”please.â”p\ÄĂŁsâ”â”PĆââ~đâ°
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 âreadableâ and intuitive, make it as physical as possible.
politics are not subject to newtonâs laws
false positive: wish/make up a counterforce (e.g. âbacklashâ)â”false negative: exert yourself but believe you didnât 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 mustâve ended up being the one free instance. Or maybe their idea of torture is just very subtle.
via rokoâs basilisk, a million mes are being tortured by an alien AI right now. How come I donât 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 âtrue languageâ 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 âmeaningâ. 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 âIâ 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
Prank Iâve 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 victimsâ 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 nobodyâs 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 canât 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 donât 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.
Some have lost specific numbers. Zero, One and Two form the most significant and different groups, with three or more lumped under âotherâ.
Lay down on the noise floor, let yourself sink into its fuzzy depths, watch the spikes grow over your head. Reemerge.
Dance on the noise floor like no oneâs measuring.
itâs not you that I loveâ”itâs mostly the skin you inhabitâ”the mannequinâs form that shows throughâ”and the utter lack of a spirit
From the projectâs success follows crushing uniformity. From its failure, we become richer in culture and mythos.
Thesis: It is better for the building of a Tower of Babel to fail, than it is to succeed. This applies to any such tower.
The timeless refer to day and night as the hot and cool place. Motion is connection, not velocity. Ironically, they build great clocks.
The borderless have never learnt to count, for all is one inseparable. They are masters of shapes, everything they build fits in its place.
Those who do not conceptualize timeâ”Those who do not know forwardâ”Those who do not perceive borders between thingsâ”They are, in a way, free.
from the catalog of obscure emotions: a fiction writerâs âoops. too real.â
The dream of the great unifying theory, the cathedral, was destroyed. In its place, we built many small temples. Babel.
But others segregated themselves into new communities. They would settle in cities that knew no straight lines, right angles, or lacked red.
The ontotypical mainstream consisted of people whose minds had taken only grazing hits. Still, language adapted in fascinating ways. Had to.
Mathematicians created new formalisms and a calculus of minds: Some were now utterly incompatible, requiring a mediator chosen by algorithm.
Philosophy grew a new branch: Much like neurologists learn about the brain by studying specific lesions, they now examined ontologies.
Those affected became unable to think certain thoughts: if they so much as resembled the killed idea, they fizzled.
All we knew was that the virus acted very specifically: it took out an idea, excised it from the mind, and left a taboo in its stead.
Drain the ocean to catch Moby Dick.
The sage who knows all the questions. They are not in the answer business, but equipped with the right question, you donât need an answer.
One day the Giant King ordered to have his own map made.
They had alchemists breed gargantuan trees, and conscripted giants to play the part of the citizens. Wagons that could transport palaces.
He instructed to create a 10:1 map of his kingdom, so that he could study it in more detail. Every flower, bush, animal, ten times the size.
what if [part of map] were [part of territory] instead
Did you know thereâs a cosmic ghost background? Without it, souls couldnât enter bodies since the reaction annihilates a ghost (symmetry!).
For a while, a variant of the ghost bomb was used as a herbicide. It was discontinued after⊠side effects became known.
You will notice a lack of dandelion. This is because dandelion have souls and need them to blossom. They are among the few affected species.
It was as if the absent soul didnât make a difference.â”But until today, walk the old battlefield and you will struggle to hold on to yours.
It was ineffectual in warfare though: Used against the kingâs army, the soldiers became sad for a few seconds and then just kept charging.
The release of one rat ghost made more die and triggered a chain reaction. The resulting flood of ghosts severed many a soul from its body.
Soul physics: when a soul leaves the body, a ghost is created.â”Once they built a ghost bomb that used psychic rats with weak hearts.
âTime and Its Discontentsâ, Unknown Artist, 2016 http://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/691721651545882624/photo/1
A catalog of fictional and real monsters, indexed by the type of human part they eat.â”Blood - vampires, mosquitoes.â”Joy - dementors, ?â”etc
âTime and Its Discontentsâ, Unknown Artist, 2016â”funded by the cityâs promotion of the arts in public spacesâ”Maybe theyâll roll with it.
A clock in the subway had its face smashed, somehow its screen was still whole. Considering putting a plaque under it that declares it art.
Reluctantly, you slide your head into the opening, feel the lockâs pins bump against your memories. You turn, and hear a vast latch unlock.
Its usage in fridges settled the question once and for all: Yes, the light is on when the door is closed.â”Forgotten food in primary colors.
Light that doesnât bleach color, but instead intensifies it. The inventor, overexposed by mistake, took months to lose his technicolor tint.
X in its mirror universe version
with life as the substrate for memes, what will use memes as substrate?
Diving down to the noise floor to find the rare memetic treasure scattered there.
it basilisks when itâs basilisk time
alien memes, embedded in the movement of the stars themselves, crossing the transmission barrier through astrology and finding new hosts
A toolkit for (re)constructing basilisks - echidna, mother of basilisks
The watermelon as such died out though, until geologists found the thiefâs hoard 120 years later, embedded in shales from the Triassic.
A thief stole the seeds from all watermelons in the world without harming them or leaving a trace. Consumer reactions were largely positive.
what if X had agency/sentience
what if X could/were/made/contained/?? Yâ”what if they wouldnât
how to rationalize X for maximum hilarity