Thumbprint Dreaming

There is something wrong here. I don't know what it is. I don't know who I am. Molten construct of perverted crystal, I shirk and tower at once - Light strikes my back and the sun warms me, but I cast a tall shadow nontheless. I am meaningless. Impertubable. Ghostlike, wrapped in an engima tied up with lies. WHy? Where is my reality?

I wish that I could take back my life. Turn back the clock. Burn the history books and strike memory from mind until all that remained was a little curl of ash and a gready wisp of smoke drifting out the window.

Then my real work could begin.

No matter what I do, I trip over myself at every turn. I build walls between me and my bed. I taste rainbows on my thumb and my soul burns white-hot. I CANNOT SEE THE LIGHT.

I hate myself. I need to redeem myself. Actions cannot be undone, the best option is to simply burn bridges and fall into ruin. Find a new canvas, tear off the wallpaper, for no amount of scrubbing will clean these stains. Rattle the foundations and pull up my roots.

New York is not my home.

Language of the Future

I have come to recognise not a single 'god' so much as the occaional concious resolution of the universe condescending to speak in a way I can understand; a great alien buddha constructed of light who cried the song of dying swans in my ear.

You see I believe now that God is nothing. Not a single thing that really 'exists' in the sense we think of. There wasn't even a voice of god but rather a direction communication of information.

I'm almost inclined to say that information is indeed an aspect of God.

Data being the subjective interpretation of charmed quarks, without fermions to exert a force we are left with a wholly theoretical medium through which we transmit information - The vibration of air as sound, the flip of a magnetic particle, the pulse of a photon - These are merely mediums for data. The raw meme, the pure information, is utterly intangible everywhere except the human mind - The brain alone can condense these meaningless jabbers of energy into coherent, interpretable signal.

Though it doesn't really explain the presence of the archetypes. We don't really receive that information, it's inherent.

Why? It seems suspicious that the potential for creative thought is just an accident in the universe.

Creative thought, I fear, is an illusion. Everything that can posisbly happen, already has. It is happening right now, in an infinite number of split infinities. Under quantum uncertainty, we cannot know the future until we experience it - Making it the present. And until we experience it, we cannot derive what has happened. So therefore, we must assume everything has happened.

Nothing is your choice, everything is pre-determined. Free your mind by accepting blind chaos as your rudder in life.

What man deserves to die One Hundred Deaths?

It was Tathegata Buddha, the father Buddha, who said to Kannon the Compassionate, that "With our thoughts, we make the world."

With this in mind - I often meditate upon the death of myself or those around me.

Chocolate kills.

When we are alive, life is everything to us. For those who are dead, all they know is death.

In this; we know that people who speak endlessly of death have already left this realm. They are marking time, is all. They are waiting for a bus that will never come, but it doesn't matter, because they don't want to get on it because they don't want to go anywhere anyway.

Even a killer knows when there is a time for life. Hollow madmen whine and circle like vultures over the weak, their thin, reedy voices bragging of people hurt and souls stolen.

True killers, true masters of death, sit idly eating chocolate and wait for the rabble to pick each other off before making one, perhaps two clean strikes and solving the gordian knot.

The sharpest sword is the one never drawn in anger.

jericho burning.

Moments in time crinkle and dance. The karmic wheel turns ever onwards, inorexably, unstoppable. The irresistible force and the irresistable woman. My hands are broken and my lips are dry. My skin is tingling and my eyes are numb. This is beyond intoxication. This is the taste of hot copper in the air, and the blinding light in her eyes. When you can touch the universe but cannot become one - When events conspire to shrivel your heart and drain you of all but bitter miserdom - Remember that the base state of the universe is one of transquility. Despite how chaotic you may feel, despite what the negatives may be, there is an equal proportion of positives. Of matter. Of good to match the evil; and produce... what, exactly? positron and electron annihilate to produce energy. Good and evil couple to form... Enlightenment. When you reach that state of understanding when you can finally grasp that nothing happens by chance, and that everything is predetermined. That is when you realise that nothing's changed - Things were always like this. Nothing was good, nothing was bad, everything simply was. This is the Istigkeit. The orbit of worlds around two people because they are all that exist. Lightning splits the sky and unites ozone, draws current so quickly and traces back upwards, so all we see is the after-effects. That's how these things work. You never know the first strike. You only feel it when it starts to leave you, and you realise - No, wait. I need you. I can't be without you. Then the current surges and every neuron in your body fires and for the first time in so long, you can feel again.

My angel. My serenity. Never falter, never slip. Forget the past, because the present is all you can affect, and even then, anything you can do to change your path, you've already done. Nothing else matters but this white-hot moment when we come together, at long last, and the seas bil around us. When a thousand people stop and stare. When the earthquakes shake the planet to dust and the man in his armchair, blinks a little, and continues eating breakfast. Take my hand and join me in the universe.

SPONTANEOUS MATH LECTURE YAY

a Dirichlet series is a difficul thing to simplify past the equation and integer boundaries, but I'm giving it a shot anyway because it gives me an oppurtunity to revise and remind myself by jotting down everything Ic an recall... So, when given a series {an}n ∈ N of complex numbers we try to consider the value of

{inf|sigma|(n=1)} (an/(n^s))

as a function of the complex variable s. In order for this to make sense, we need to consider the convergence properties of the infitite sequence stated above.

If {an}n ∈ N is a bounded sequence of complex numbers, then the corresponding Dirichlet series f converges absolutely - that is, to a whole-number point - on the open half-plane of s such that Re(s) > 1. Generally speaking if an = O(n^k), the series converges absolutely in the half plane Re(s) > k + 1.

If the set of sums an + an+1 + ... + an+k is bounded for n and k ≥ 0, then the above infinite series converges on the open half-plane of s such that Re(s) > 0.

In both cases f is an analytic function on the corresponding open half plane.

The convergence of a Dirichlet series is the intercept on the real axis, of the vertical line in the complex plane, such that there is convergence to the right of it, and divergence to the left. This is the analogue for Dirichlet series of the radius of convergence for power series. The Dirichlet series case is more complicated, though: absolute convergence and uniform convergence may occur in distinct half-planes.

On the whole, the analytic function associated with a Dirichlet series has an analytic extension to a larger domain, and it'll be rare to see one used in another fashion.

ITT, we change the world.

Understand, now, that we stand on the precipice of a world aflame. Where society is soaked in gasoline, and we, the citizens, are all holding a precariously-balanced source of ignition, that devious spark that most of us call an opinion.

Unfortunately, a lot of very stupid, narrow-minded an ignorant fucks have an opinion which they are forcing onto even more gullible fucks desperate for direction. Case in point?

http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=wX8-Pzq85U4

That fat fuck is brainwashing millions of soccer moms and religious zealots with flat-out lies, half-truths and deceptions - Not even a real doctor.

people like this are destroying the planet.

Now, I'm not saying that kid was in the right. he wasn't. he was a fucking muppet, smoking salvia because "He was bored". When children that young try to get into psychedelics, they need to be very carefulyl and slowly amalgamated into a state of greater understanding through meditation and introspective discussion before they even think about taking the drug... it's a good thing that his mother tried it too, before allowing her son to continue, but she was a weak-minded individual letting her douchebag kid steamroller for cheaps highs and TOTALLY MISSING THE POINT of the divine mint.

End ignorance. Educate thineself.

I WANT ALL YOU TO SMOKE DMT AND JOIN MY CULT MOTHERFUCKERS.