You know there’s this short list, of things I believe, and that I adopt certain broad generic labels for them: Kastrup’s Patented Analytic Idealism; ‘Buddhism’ per Thich Naht Hahn, and Robin Greenfield’s minimalism to the point of owning nothing.
The only one of these that’s arguably political is Anarchy, and I would argue back that my versions of it (prefaced by ‘green’ or suffixed with ‘-primitivism) are really more archaeological and historical and cultural.
To the extent that I even have a politics, I might call it: Dissidence, after the DueDissidence gents. In this recent ep they reiterate two points that I feel completely on board with.
1) This isn’t a culture war, like they want it to be. It’s a class war.
The people sitting on the big piles of money and power want you to think it’s about stupid red hicks versus thoughtful college-educated Blues. And they maneuver you in a thousand subtle ways to think about your world that way day in and day out.
It’s bullshit for suckers, to keep you down, and it works great.
Vote for whichever flavor of the puppet show you like. I’m done trying to convince you about any of that crap.
2) Via the profit motive, Capitalism is inevitably making this world uglier and stupider and more venal, at an accelerating pace. The main reason to feel proud of America is that they have led for a very long time, and still do, in that very race to the bottom.
USA! and thank you, naturally, for the service of getting your leg blown off or your mind permanently warped in the interests of Winning that race.
Them winning it.
For Satan.
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How did humans sleep in the ice age without freezing dead?
This is the kind of question I really do still care about.
Two months from now, by the end of October, I’ll care a whole lot more.
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I do my thinking. I fight the heat to try to sleep better.
Because those are really hard jobs sometimes (I know, go ahead and laugh), I need a lot of soothing, and there is no one to soothe me, so doing it myself becomes another sometimes monumental task.
Some of the soothing is autopornosexual, but obviously we’re not gonna talk about that. At least not directly, or Yet.
Hour upon hour of AI-generated murmuring about ‘Space’ and shit.
It’s not for educational purposes.
It’s counter-programming, and more or less, it Soothes.
a savage Breast
a knotted oak
Now whyle the Thracian Poet with this song delyghts ye mynds
Of savage beastes, & drawes both stones and trees ageynst their kynds
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I may be silent here the next few days or week.
Don’t forget to remind yourself that worrying is useless.