No viral attention ever.

I keep wanting it and not wanting it. I atone for wanting it. The other argument I’m developing is:

- reason as a higher power

i.e. being unreasonable will get you some of the way, but the human capacity for reason induces a species-wide gravity that results in a draw towards reason over time, meaning, your unreasonability is NOT stable.

At this point, with 0 readers, I feed my work into ChatGPT and try to imagine how you guys are reacting if you guys existed (“you guys” being readers of my work). I explored the fog tonight.

Dense fog in New Haven.

I’m stoned now and realizing Diogenes knew God when he became a dog, and knew God when he accused Plato of being a corrupt social striver.

Corrupt social strivers win.

The Second Coming of Jesus was a corrupt social striver.

I kind of felt like being a maximalist force of nature after 15 years of being super into Japanese minimalism.

It’s like a vibe revolution: a vibolution.

I wanted to make movies, prove God, write books backwards, and run one-man revolutions against school rankings all in one P. Reality’s a video game was the basic modus opera i’d.

It’s like, the most relatable way I can put it is imagine you boot up “The Sims.”

Meliorism.

I light an incense.

I write for the future so much that I forget to wonder how I'll ever get to the future by spurning the humans of the present as much as I do.

"I'm an elite academic and you've painted my tribe with such a broad brush you're now my enemy 4 life." The lowly philosopher with 0 followers must constantly attend to the melioration of the more powerful's feelings.

Is that a fair description?

"It's not my feelings. Your impulse to slough off an entire class of people who might be sympathetic to your priject makes me doubt your

I’m mean to you because me being anything less than mean might make you like me.

Your job isn’t to like me.

It’s to destroy my work like a scientist.

What isn’t destroyed will survive.

Also, I like plenty of people already. I don’t really need to like anyone new. Destroy me. We’re not friends.

Don’t you have other parasocial relationships that you already pretend to be friends with?

If you are lonely and suffering, I sincerely hate my limitation insofar as I’m unable to take it away from you.

But it is one of my limitations.

I can’t help. Sorry.

Isn’t she lovely?

This Hollywood girl?

And they say:

She’s so lucky

She’s a star

I’m so good at what I do, which is being a prophet.

You’re like mediocre at the job you’re paid for, which is being a member of the professional creative-intellectual class.

How embarrassing. Don’t worry.

I’m not here to make fun of you.

But for as long as I have no social power and you have more social power than I do, which the future will appraise as “That made so much sense you guys,” I will make fun of you.

Call me a stand-up comedian.

Call you the clown.

:)

The thing people didn’t like about witchcraft is very similar to the thing you don’t like about me, which isn’t actually “doing something cultish”.

It’s more precisely:

Invoking a higher, stronger power than the one we’re supposed to as (Christians/atheists).

I absolutely am. The tension is this.

You feeling this as a Christian would make sense. It would map onto a witchcraft allegation, which is just a 17th-century “Bro, what are you doing?” plus misogyny.

You feeling this as an atheist would—obviously—make no sense.

So start denying you feel it.

I’m like nasty.

Can you imagine?

This is naughty.

I’m like swoll.

*insert image of the God I’m resurrecting: the size of humanity… ohh shit, y’all meritocrats are fucked* The more true I am to your worst nightmare of how historically significant I am to human history, the more powerful I happen to be.

Hey, whoever you are?

I’m 100.0000000000%.

Sowwy?