Good days
There are some days that are just made to be good days.
Today was one of those days that God seems to have reserved just for giving to me. I’m sometimes so overwhelmed at how beautiful some of the most basic aspects of life can be, and I feel truly blessed for the life I have. I need to remember days like this so when there is a bad one, or a string of bad ones—or if it even seems that there are only bad ones left—I need to remember what the truth of being is, and how glorious it is that it could be nothing.
Somehow, some way, there is something and not nothing.
So long as we can be, there will always the total possibility of becoming. It is the glorious providence and possibilities that will always be contain in the possibility of becoming good.
The very fact that each new day contains the possibility of becoming, there is always the serendipitous chance, despite all the odds, that it could be good. For a roll of the dice will always abolish chance.
So long as we are being, there will always be the possibility of becoming. And what becoming will always have is the chance and possibility of somehow becoming good.
To remember the good days is to remember the possibility of something becoming good, despite the odds and chances.
Being a Bitcoiner in normie world is hard. Most people think I’m crazy and I generally have to self-censor most places I go. No one wants to face the reality of what is going on, and how to actually fight it. ‘It too much to think about’ is their rally cry as they escape towards mediocracy.
It’s rare to have conversations with normies that enjoy at all, as they feel so programmed and ignorant of everything going on around them. Challenging their views or asking them to try on a different perspective is rare. They are so brittle, uninspiring, and normal—it seems very sad to me that we all have so much potential and this is all they challenge themselves to be.
I empathize and understand why, but at the same time, I fail to understand the lack of curiosity and the drive to understand things and how the world works.
Imagine being on the otherside of this with the fascist, communists, and liberals. Committing your life to surveilling, hurting, and suppressing others because of your existential angst of a God-State that hates you with all of its being, and the prattle that forces you to obey.
It is a sad and pathetic life that would not be worth living.
The city that Hobbes’ Leviathan reigns over is empty of all people except for two figures—two beaked mask plague doctors.
The Sovereign can only reign over a city, of which is empty, except for death. They are false constructs that are truly the prisons of modernity.
This is the paradigm of rule in the post-liberal global order. The city’s are full of only the dead and can only provide a form of life that is empty. Vacuous mobs of thoughtless creatures who were once men, but can no longer even state which they are, because truth rules nothing, only the authority of the sovereign is truth here.
The slogan that hangs from the gates of today’s society is the same one that fundamentally destroyed the possibility of law: “work will make you free.”
It is the horrifying realization that only ‘work’, meaningless, thoughtless labor, abated the early death pressed by the state that reserves the right to destroy one when they are no longer of use.
Turn from the Door of Law and return from the countryside from which you came anon. There is no life here, only a vacant waiting for death.
The city that Hobbes’ Leviathan reigns over is empty of all people except for two figures—two beaked mask plague doctors.
The Sovereign can only reign over a city, of which is empty, except for death. They are false constructs that are truly the prisons of modernity.
This is the paradigm of rule in the post-liberal global order. The city’s are full of only the dead and can only provide a form of life that is empty. Vacuous mobs of thoughtless creatures who were once men, but can no longer even state which they are, because truth rules nothing, only the authority of the sovereign is truth here.
The slogan that hangs from the gates of today’s society is the same one that fundamentally destroyed the possibility of law: “work will make you free.”
It is the horrifying realization that only ‘work’, meaningless, thoughtless labor, abated the early death pressed by the state that reserves the right to destroy one when they are no longer of use.
Turn from the Door of Law and return from the countryside from which you came anon. There is no life here, only a vacant waiting for death.
The city that Hobbes’ Leviathan reigns over is empty of all people except for two figures—two beaked mask plague doctors.
The Sovereign can only reign over a city, of which is empty, except for death. They are false constructs that are truly the prisons of modernity.
This is the paradigm of rule in the post-liberal global order. The city’s are full of only the dead and can only provide a form of life that is empty. Vacuous mobs of thoughtless creatures who were once men, but can no longer even state which they are, because truth rules nothing, only the authority of the sovereign is truth here.
The slogan that hangs from the gates of today’s society is the same one that fundamentally destroyed the possibility of law: “work will make you free.”
It is the horrifying realization that only ‘work’, meaningless, thoughtless labor, abated the early death pressed by the state that reserves the right to destroy one when they are no longer of use.
Turn from the Door of Law and return from the countryside from which you came anon. There is no life here, only a vacant waiting for death.
The city that Hobbes’ Leviathan reigns over is empty of all people except for two figures—two beaked mask plague doctors.
The Sovereign can only reign over a city, of which is empty, except for death. They are false constructs that are truly the prisons of modernity.
This is the paradigm of rule in the post-liberal global order. The city’s are full of only the dead and can only provide a form of life that is empty. Vacuous mobs of thoughtless creatures who were once men, but can no longer even state which they are, because truth rules nothing, only the authority of the sovereign is truth here.
The slogan that hangs from the gates of today’s society is the same one that fundamentally destroyed the possibility of law: “work will make you free.”
It is the horrifying realization that only ‘work’, meaningless, thoughtless labor, abated the early death pressed by the state that reserves the right to destroy one when they are no longer of use.
Turn from the Door of Law and return from the countryside from which you came anon. There is no life here, only a vacant waiting for death.
The city that Hobbes’ Leviathan reigns over is empty of all people except for two figures—two beaked mask plague doctors.
The Sovereign can only reign over a city, of which is empty, except for death. They are false constructs that are truly the prisons of modernity.
This is the paradigm of rule in the post-liberal global order. The city’s are full of only the dead and can only provide a form of life that is empty. Vacuous mobs of thoughtless creatures who were once men, but can no longer even state which they are, because truth rules nothing, only the authority of the sovereign is truth here.
The slogan that hangs from the gates of today’s society is the same one that fundamentally destroyed the possibility of law: “work will make you free.”
It is the horrifying realization that only ‘work’, meaningless, thoughtless labor, abated the early death pressed by the state that reserves the right to destroy one when they are no longer of use.
Turn from the Door of Law and return from the countryside from which you came anon. There is no life here, only a vacant waiting for death.
2023-05-14 22:50:27
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In someways it very much is, but how I handle the terror when I’m high is what I’m after. I have zero fear (in a way that I do recognize is quite dangerous) that allows for me to push the envelope.
I had an experience at kirkwood a few years back where I was pretty much peaking on a tab coming down a double black diamond, and I realized that I had to choose between hitting a boulder or yeeting over it on a small jump to the side. It was like a 10 foot jump and I had barely done any.
Without missing a beat, I slam the jump and yeet over it, and stomp a perfect landing. I was both amazed and felt the most powerful that I ever had.
My kinesthetic awareness when I’m tripping is off the charts (I gain synthesia with touch and color when I’m tripping), so I really enjoy physical activity when I’m in that state.
