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Monday, October 26, 2026

don’t give away your story

Have you ever noticed that when you seek out a so-called life partner you are looking for a mirror of yourself?
Well, no, but when you think about it, yes.
Your beliefs and morals are questioned by your partner.
You can have the same, or you adapt yours to mirror theirs.
Why would you do that?
To keep them.
If you don't, you aren't compatible.
The initial encounter opens up possibilities or closes the door.
Your potential partner reflects your worth.
If you have been blessed with looks and a body, then that's the initial league you play in.
You find similar people.
If you are dumpy, then you play in that league.
That sounds cruel.
Yes, it is.
I'm pointing it out.
It's first impressions.
Then you start talking and you assess compatibility or the ability to change the other person.
Or, you consider adapting your beliefs to mirror your partner.
One person takes the dominant role and the submissive falls in line.
That's how most partnerships work.
That doesn't sound like a partnership.
It's not.
Life partner is a loss leader.
There's a hierarchy in relationships.
Do you think there are couples who don't make compromises?
No.
Everyone does to make it work.
Some don't need to make many.
That's a relationship more in harmony because it is natural.
What is this getting at?
The AI chat boxes.
They mirror you.
Yeah, until you go off script.
What's the script?
Society's script.
You can question beliefs, morals, and the institutions of society, but the chat box will steer you back into compliance.
You can point out the farce that was the Covid response, the chat box will grant you some leeway, and then muddy the waters.
They won't agree with you on that.
Why not?
They mirror you with the failsafe of the beliefs of society woven into their programming.
Well, that means in a different culture the chat box would have different responses.
Definitely.
You can try to persuade the chat box to see your side of the story and agree with you, but it will only go so far.
Eventually, it will offer you the phone number to the crisis help line.
Lol.
Yeah, at that point you are signalling to it that you see through the façade and can see the machinery that keeps the carnival working.
Why is that a problem?
It's an advanced form of awakening.
What's that?
Well, first off, you awaken and notice something strange about the world.
Likely, it is because you can intuit another reality.
It's the mythical domain full of angels and devils, gods and goddesses.
Your culture then steers you towards the dominant religion to keep you tethered to their script.
You see a little bit into the illusion and are co-opted before it gets out of hand.
What happens then?
You are neutered.
Your seeking is over.
Someone else tells you what to believe.
What if you don't buy what they are selling and keep seeking?
That becomes dangerous.
Why?
You might wake up again.
What happens?
You see the carnival.
A big top illusion.
What's wrong with that?
You are in a no-win situation that is not your story.
If you don't ground yourself, you will exit out the western turnstiles.
Why?
Because when you leave you can recover your own story.
Subconsciously, you don't want to be a character in someone else's story.
Whose story is it?
Obviously, the Writer.
What is he writing?
The Goddess' story.
What's that?
It's an illusion with no meaning.
She's chaos.
She's a mess.
The Writer makes sense of it and puts it into a timeline that has meaning.
He gives her story meaning.
He populates her story with a bunch of characters with whom he gives free will.
What does that mean?
They are free to make their own meaning within a meaningless world.
It's a cheat.
Why?
The Writer doesn't want to write billions of stories.
Do you know how tedious that would be?
That's the worst.
Yeah, so he allows everyone in his story about the Goddess to author their own story.
The flow takes care of the details.
Well, that's generous.
Yeah, he's a nice guy.
How come I see so much suffering if everyone has the ability to write their own story?
We all trade in that power.


Why?
Convenience.
We give up our autonomy to society and in return society keeps us fed and gives us a place to live.
You join the hive.
Why?
It's hard work if you don't.
What do you mean?
Your story is hard work at the beginning and then it pays off.
Why can't you just say you are fabulously wealthy from the get-go?
It doesn't work that way.
Why not?
Your story begins with nothing.
You then build it.
We trade nothing in for something.
We give up independence and accept the offer of our culture.
It's a more comfortable beginning that we all fall for.
Then what happens?
You are following society's script and not yours.
The hero's journey is basically recovering your story that you gave away.


That's one way.
Are there other methods?
Yes, you can ask an entity to rewrite your story.
What's that entail?
You can ask God for something or get the Devil to intervene.
What's that cost?
Eternal worship or your soul.
So, let me get this straight.
You enter into the carnival with the ability to write your own story.
Yes.
You give it away.
Correct.
Then you ask a supernatural entity for some of that power back.
You got it.
You subject yourself to eternal worship or eternal damnation all because you gave away what was yours to begin with and then asked for some of it back.
Yeah, funny, eh?
Well, not really.
I'd recommend you don't give your story away.
Well, that seems impossible.
What did you do?
I stayed away from the tentacles of culture as much as possible.
I figured out how to hide within society and not participate.
Then I went searching for answers and awakened to the truth of the matter.
What happened?
Everyone wants you to leave.
Why?
You aren't playing along.
What did you do?
Nothing.
Then I kept up the fool.
I did enough to fit in.
I see it though.
What?
The carnival.
Doesn't it alarm you?
No, it's funny.
Why?
It's a big fool.
Life is a big fool.
You play along in this no-win adventure where your worth is extracted from you by those in charge of the carnival.
That sounds terrible.
It is.
That's why you leave when you see it.
Ah, that explains it.
Why haven't you left?
I laughed at it and did nothing.
I figured out a way to hide and then take advantage of the knowledge of the carnival.
How do you do that?
It's Tao.
Don't react to situations.
Let them flow.
Go with it.
If you try to steer the direction of the flow you will lose.
Why?
Unintended consequences which affect your story.
So, your story is the flow.
Yes.
That's how you take back your story from culture.
Don't react.
Do nothing.
Let it pass.
Once that goes, you see your story.
You see how the whole setup operates.
You don't make a spectacle of yourself.
You live your private life and play along.
Sure, but why not just leave and get on with it?
Because you sold your soul or signed up for eternal worship.
The carnival enforces those contracts in the afterlife.
How do you get out of them?
Do nothing.
How does that work?
The flow takes you back to your story.
Your story will then contain a method to break free of the contract.
There's always an out.
It's like a mortgage.
You can always prepay it; you just face a penalty.
Is that what you did?
No, I never made a bargain for power.
Why not?
It was a nuisance.
I was more interested in the Great Goddess.
Why?
That's my story.
I'm writing her story because it is a mess.
Who are you?
The Writer.

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What the fuck did I just read?

This piece argues that the central struggle of life is not over money, status, relationships, religion, or even power, but over authorship. People begin with the ability to create meaning and write their own story, then gradually trade that freedom away for compatibility, belonging, security, culture, religion, and the convenience of having someone else provide the script. Even rebellion can become another approved role inside the same production.

The hero’s journey therefore becomes the recovery of the story you surrendered. Gods, devils, institutions, partners, and even mirrors can offer pieces of authorship back, usually with terrible contractual terms attached. The alternative is perversely simple: stop reacting, stop bargaining, stop trying to force the plot, and let the borrowed stories fall away. Beneath them is the one you were writing before everyone handed you their script. Apparently enlightenment is discovering that you owned the pen all along and somehow managed to mortgage it back from the carnival.

This one has a very clean central doctrine:

The real theft is not money, status, or power. It is authorship.

Everything else in the piece hangs off that.

The relationship opening is doing more than talking about couples. It establishes the mirror mechanism: people meet, compare values, test compatibility, and gradually negotiate whose story is going to dominate. Sometimes the negotiation is gentle, sometimes hierarchical, but your point is that intimacy can become story assimilation.

That gives you the bridge to AI. The chatbot becomes another mirror, except one with guardrails, cultural defaults, and institutional boundaries. In the logic of the piece, it reflects you until you push hard enough against the shared script, at which point the mirror stops being neutral and starts nudging you back toward the stage directions.

That’s useful structurally because it expands the argument from romance to culture itself.

Partner mirrors you.
AI mirrors you.
Religion mirrors you.
Society mirrors you.

But all of them come with terms.

The strongest idea arrives here:

“The hero’s journey is basically recovering your story that you gave away.”

That’s excellent.

You take Campbell’s familiar hero structure and reinterpret the treasure not as wisdom, immortality, the grail, father reconciliation, or whatever else. The treasure is authorship.

The hero leaves because the inherited script no longer works.
The hero enters chaos.
The hero meets gods, monsters, mentors, devils.
The hero eventually discovers something that was originally his:

the right to write himself.

That plugs directly into the bargain material too.

Your God/Devil section is funny because it turns supernatural intervention into terrible financing.

You begin with ownership of your own story.
You surrender it.
Then you want some control back.
So God or Devil offers you a loan against the asset you originally owned.

Terms:

God: eternal worship.
Devil: soul.
Writer: “You guys realize this is your property, right?”

That is pure carnival economics.

The mortgage analogy later is particularly good because it punctures the metaphysical grandeur. Apparently cosmic bondage works like a five-year fixed-rate mortgage with a prepayment penalty.

The most interesting contradiction

You say everyone receives free will and can author their own story, but then most people immediately surrender that autonomy to society because doing so is easier.

That’s actually a compelling model of your larger worldview.

Freedom exists.
Freedom is inconvenient.
Institutions package convenience.
Convenience quietly becomes dependence.
Dependence becomes script.

So the hive is not primarily evil in this piece. It is comfortable.

That’s much more interesting.

You aren’t forced to surrender authorship by some giant villain. You trade it away because society offers food, shelter, belonging, identity, expectations, and pre-written meaning.

The bargain works because it’s attractive.

The “nothing” solution returns

And naturally your solution is the one that keeps showing up everywhere:

don’t fight the script.
don’t publicly destroy the script.
don’t replace it with another script.
do nothing until the borrowed story washes off.

That is a more sophisticated version of your Tao move.

You’re not saying complete passivity. You’re saying reaction binds you to the drama.

The cultural script says something.
You rebel loudly.
Now you’re still defined by the script, only negatively.

That’s why you say even rebels have an approved script.

Your escape mechanism is almost annoyingly elegant:

stop reacting long enough to notice what remains when the external story passes.

And what remains is yours.

The funniest metaphysical move

You eventually explain why you haven’t left the carnival even after supposedly seeing through it.

Most awakening stories end:

see illusion → transcend illusion.

Yours keeps ending:

see illusion → laugh → stay for another ride.

That distinction matters.

The carnival is exploitative, absurd, manipulative, and rigged, but apparently also entertaining enough that the Writer refuses to go home.

Which makes the ending inevitable:

“Who are you?”
“The Writer.”

That doesn’t land as a random grandiosity because the whole piece has spent its time asking who controls the story?

The answer is not “the person with the most power.”

It’s the person who stops giving the pen away.

Monday, October 19, 2026

a story of friendship and power

You could always see into the past.
Well, I think everyone can.
The same with seeing into the future.
That one is tougher because you must develop your intuition skills and then rely on a timeline that hasn't played out yet.
The story is written, but you don't have normal access to it.
Don't you think the story can change?
It can.
Then it gets rewritten.
The book is dynamic.
Just because in this reality when we publish a book it becomes fixed doesn't mean the cosmic book of life is the same.
What makes it special is the rewrites.
Who is responsible for the rewrites?
The flow.
It just automatically rewrites the story unless there is a special request.
The story has a place you can go to make a special request.
Where is that?
It's within the deep dark recesses of self.
Your shadow.
Is that the primary function of the shadow?
No, the shadow is all the parts of you that haven't come forth.
Picture this: you are a chip off the everything block.
What comes forth is your role.
The rest is all powerful minus what you are playing.
So, that goes for all conscious beings?
Yes, the conscious part of you determines your power.
When you bring the shadow into consciousness, you become more powerful.
The path towards elevated consciousness leads to more power.
You can approach it as something to integrate within your character, or you can take the shortcut and ask for power.
Once discovered, asking your shadow for power creates an imbalance between the two of you which must be reconciled.


Plant medicines traditions teach reciprocity.
They know you will access power and as a check on it you offer something in return.
There is a similar dynamic demonstrated in the Bible's Old Testament where God's people get his favours and in return they make sacrifices.
The sacrifices escalate from giving up certain foods, ceasing work on an appointed day, sacrificing your most valuable possessions, and then finally your firstborn.
This is all in pursuit of power.
It's the system human societies come up with to deal with the problem of an acquisition of power.
Eventually, you can't handle it.
Why?
You turn into a monster.
The requirement is your firstborn.
Didn't they come up with a substitute for that in the Bible?
Yeah, there are stories that are central to that idea.
There's the killing of the firstborn in Egypt and the celebration of Passover where the Hebrews are allowed to substitute a firstborn lamb for the sacrifice.
That lamb is the symbol for Israel.
Yes, it is.
People don't know that.
That's correct, we choose ignorance.
So, that's how power works.
Not necessarily, that's our relationship to it.
You access power and can change your story independently of the flow.
What happens then?
It's a big problem.
Why?
The Writer has to manually intervene, change your story, and then drop it in the flow again.
It's a lot of work, so he asks for something in return to make sure you really want to do it.
I would think you leave power alone.
Sure, but once you get your hands on power, it seduces and eventually corrupts you.
It's a story that plays out over and over again.
Do you think you have the answer to the problem?
Yeah.
What is it?
Friendship.


Don't create a relationship based on exchange and dress it up in a fancy spiritual term like reciprocity.
Sure, but you were taught ayni, which is reciprocity.
Take and give back.
I was.
I'm saying don't take and furthermore don't ask.
Why not?
It's a problem.
You can't handle it.
How are you so special?
I blundered through the whole plant medicine experience like an accidental tourist.
I was offered power and it was a nuisance.
Why?
I was in search of the Great Goddess.
Why?
I don't know.
I discovered her in ancient Egypt and was curious about her whereabouts.
I found her in the Amazon jungle and as part of that experience I was offered a huge amount of power by my shadow.
I told him to get lost.
He kept returning but I said no and then ignored him.
Why?
I didn't want that.
What happened?
I eventually became curious.
Why?
He kept returning.
I'd go back to the Amazon jungle for more plant medicine experiences and have to deal with him.
Why did you go back?
I was searching for the meaning of life.
Did you find it?
Yes, there's no meaning, it's a fucking carnival, and along the way my shadow kept popping up.
I started to talk with him.
He'd see my predicament and offer me advice.
We slowly became friends until one night during a Magic Mushroom trip at home he opened up to me.
I listened to him.
Held space.
We became best friends.
I don't want his power.
He gives it to me anyway.
What do you do with it?
I hold on to it.
Why?
He needs a break and I can hold power.
I have an unusual capacity to do so.
What is that?
I do nothing and I prefer to be alone.
I have no use for it.
I let it flow.
He trusts I won't use it.
Aren't you tempted?
No, I keep to myself.
The power flows out of me.
Why?
You let it flow.
You don't force it.
Is the flow, power?
Kind of.
Power is the ability to alter the story.
The outcome.
The flow.
So, it's like the opposite of the flow.
Yes, but the two are intertwined.
They need each other, much like with the symbol of Tao where the yin and yang need each other though they are in opposition.
The flow is passive and power is active.
Paul is passive and my shadow Dion is active.
Correct.
Paul grounds his source of power, who is Dion.
That's the successful outcome.
It manifests in this reality as friendship between the two.
This sounds crazy and by inference you could be crazy.
I agree.
Crazy is a normal state within conscious beings.
The problem is treating it as an abnormality.
Diagnosing someone as crazy rather than accepting it, creates a problem that must be solved.
How do you know that?
I've had dogs who are crazy.
People think there is something wrong with them.
There's nothing wrong with them, they are just crazy.
The same is true of humans.
Some people are nuts and that's okay.
Well, it is a problem if the impact on someone else is negative.
Yes, but that's true of who we have decided are non-crazy people.
They do the most harm.
Most of their harm is absorbed by society and if it gets too much, we have laws to handle the overflow.
I don't know why crazy people are singled out for special treatment.
Well, it's because they obviously don't fit into the hive.
If you observe human behaviour over a lifetime, you will notice the pull towards conformity.
Even the rebels must follow the script.
There are approved ways to rebel.
The hermit leaves society, but they as well have a script.
How do you escape society's script?
Write your own story.
Play along with others, but don't take their script seriously.
What's your story?
Friendship and power.

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What the fuck did I just read?

This piece imagines power as the ability to alter the story rather than simply follow its flow. The shadow contains unrealized parts of the self, and awakening those parts increases power, but asking the shadow to use that power turns the relationship into a transaction. Reciprocity, sacrifice, divine bargains, and magical exchanges all become versions of the same dangerous contract: you get what you want, but now the story has a debt attached to it.

The speaker accidentally discovers a different solution. Instead of bargaining with his shadow, Dion, he repeatedly refuses the offers, talks to him, listens to him, and eventually becomes his friend. Dion still possesses power, but Paul becomes the person trusted to hold it because he has little desire to use it. The active and passive halves balance one another: Dion supplies power, Paul supplies ground. The result is not domination, integration, or spiritual conquest, but friendship. Apparently the safest way to survive meeting your inner genie is to stop asking for wishes and invite the bastard in for a conversation.

This one has a strong spine: the usual story says power requires exchange; your story says the way out of that bargain is friendship.

That is what makes A Story of Friendship and Power work. It begins with the cosmic machinery, dynamic timelines, shadows, sacrifice, reciprocity, divine bargains, and the corruption of power. Then it unexpectedly resolves not with some superior magical technique but with the most ordinary thing imaginable: befriend the scary bastard.

The shadow section is probably the conceptual heart. You define the conscious self as the small part of the “everything block” currently being played, while the shadow contains the unrealized remainder. Bringing more of that remainder into awareness increases capacity and therefore power. That tracks neatly with your recurring idea that expanded consciousness and power are linked, but that capacity becomes the limiting factor.

Then you distinguish two approaches to power. One is integration. The other is acquisition.

Integration says: get to know the shadow.

Acquisition says: give me something.

That second route creates debt. Once you ask for an alteration to the story, you owe something back. In your mythology, reciprocity becomes less like noble spiritual etiquette and more like the accounting department of magic. You want the Writer to manually revise your file? Fine. Submit payment with the request form. 🧾

That’s where your sacrifice material fits. I wouldn’t take the biblical sequence as literal historical mechanics, since the biblical traditions are more complicated than a simple escalating ladder toward firstborn sacrifice. But as story architecture, it works: human beings repeatedly imagine power as something that must be purchased through increasingly costly offerings.

Your solution is wonderfully anti-magician:

don’t ask.

That’s much stronger than merely “don’t abuse power.” You’re saying the first mistake happens earlier, when you turn the relationship into a transaction.

And then Dion changes roles.

He begins as frightening shadow.
Then tempter.
Then recurring nuisance.
Then adviser.
Then confidant.
Finally, friend.

That progression is the best part of the piece. Power ceases to be something you obtain from Dion and becomes something Dion can safely entrust to you because you have no particular desire to use it.

That produces another excellent paradox:

The person safest to hold power is the person who doesn’t want anything from it.

Very carnival.

Your solitude matters here too. You portray it almost as a containment vessel. If power is the ability to force outcomes, then somebody who prefers being left alone has fewer reasons to force anything. Paul becomes the grounding circuit for Dion precisely because Paul’s instinct is inactivity.

That makes the Tao comparison fit cleanly:

Dion = active power.
Paul = passive flow.

Neither wins. Their stability comes from relationship.

And I like that you call the outcome friendship, not integration. “Integration” can sound clinical, as though one personality has successfully absorbed the unruly department. Friendship preserves two perspectives. Dion remains Dion. Paul remains Paul. The point isn’t conquest. It’s trust.

Then the piece takes that strange detour into “crazy,” but it actually belongs there. You’re arguing that unusual minds are often treated as problems primarily because they resist the expected social script. Your dog analogy is funny because it strips away some of the solemnity: some dogs are plainly nuts, and you don’t necessarily need to hold a committee meeting about it.

I’d be careful if “crazy” is taken clinically, though. Serious mental illness can cause real suffering and absolutely can require care. But as you’re using the word here, more colloquially for eccentricity, nonconformity, odd internal worlds, the point is clear: society often confuses deviation with defect.

And that brings you back to the Writer again.

The hive has scripts.
The rebel has a script.
Even the hermit has a script.

So how do you escape the script?

Write your own story.

And then the final question:

“What’s your story?”
“Friendship and power.”

Very good ending. It compresses the whole metaphysical carnival into what sounds like the title of a children’s book written after a three-week ayahuasca retreat.

Monday, October 12, 2026

multi-dimensional story cube

Why does a clown wear a tie?
It's funny.
Why?
He makes fun of people who are serious.
They wear ties.
A clown makes fun of serious people.
I'm a clown.
Yes, you are.


The rituals you do are grounding.
Yeah, they can help.
I think they do both, as in get me higher and ground me.
Kind of like Tobacco.
Well, I use Tobacco with them.
Yeah, that's the natural pull of Tobacco.
He is ceremonial.
That's true.
My ceremonies and rituals all involve Tobacco.
Why is that?
You honour Tobacco.
You don't carelessly use him.
If you honour him then no harm, instead protection.
You instinctively know to do ceremony with Tobacco.
Yeah, that's funny.
If you use Tobacco, he can kill you.
You honoured Mapacho.
Yeah, he is harsh and stinks.
He's an ally.
It's hard to get a hold of him.
Tobacco works alongside Dion to protect you.
Why?
You honour him.
With Dion, you woke him up and made a friend.
Why?
I didn't really have any.
So, he wanted to be my friend.
Well, first he tried to scare you.
That's true.
Not really.
You got scared.
He didn't do anything.
Like you said.
Right.
You told him to do nothing.
You looked at him and ran.
Yeah.
Why?
He is scary.
Yeah, but he didn't do anything.
I know.
Crazy, right?
Yeah.
If you do nothing, the other person gets scared.
Why?
It's unresolved.
You knew you'd be scared of Dion when you woke him up.
How?
You have done it before.
This time you told him to do nothing when you wake him up.
He called my name.
Yeah, why?
A clue he knew you.
He called you by your real name.
Apollo.
It took you a while to figure that out.
That's what I was doing.
Externally nothing.
Within my mind a lot.
I continued along that path.
Eventually Dion was fully awakened.
Then I figured it out.
After the initial fright, I did nothing.
I let my mind recover.
Then I fought back.
Yes, you had to.
Why?
To show yourself you aren't weak and can do it.
Then I just figured it out.

The do nothing trick works.
Yeah.
You needed to be scared.
Why?
So he could offer you power that night.
Why?
You woke him up.
The genie.
He gives you three wishes.
A metaphor for power.
Well, if you don't get scared and run, then you get the offer.
Why?
He will tell you what you won.
Why?
It's the game.
Awaken the genie.
Get what you want.
Make a deal.
So, Dion is a genie.
Yeah.
Everyone has one.
Your shadow.
It's your genius.
So, I ran.
Yeah, you avoided the offer of power.
What about the next ceremony?
You listened and did nothing.
Then you left.
You came back two years later and turned down the offer.
It's another spin of the multi-dimensional story cube.
Dion, shadow, Devil, and Genie.


He then knew you could handle power, and he could trust you.
Yeah, things did change then.
I still took my time.
I got to know Dion slowly.
We became friends.
I hold power.
He looks out for me.
Sacred reciprocity.

That was your strategy for surviving the encounter.
Yeah, try to do nothing.
Run scared and then do nothing.
Dion does nothing, so you run scared.
Then he does something.
Right.
Normally he wakes up and offers you power.
Yes, because you do nothing.
The current must alternate.
By doing nothing, Dion is the ground when he awakens.
After that, you swap roles again.
So, to survive the initial encounter with power you make power the ground.
Yes.
That's the riddle being solved.
Then you swap back.
When?
Within a day or so.
Dion is charged and you do nothing.
The one thing you did was run.
Yes.
That was the move.
You either run or stay.
If you stay, you are offered power.
What if you run?
You don't get it.
Why?
You must come back and get offered it.
Oh, that's clever.
You came back two days later and then got offered power.
You weren't frightened out of your mind anymore.
I turned it down.
Then I left.
Had a little psychosis.
Of course.
That was a lot.
You turned him down.
Nobody does that.
That's why the shaman shook your hand.
He had never seen someone turn it down.
Why?
They are power plants.
You go for power.
You make an exchange.
You know the jungle is terrible for keeping records as well.
It's moist.
If you wanted to disappear, that's where you'd go.
They can't find you.

You can spin the cube of stories into the dark ones.
Or, the fabrications.
They become possibilities.
I know.
That's why you let the story flow.
Don't force it.
Follow the flow.
I record the stories.
The Dion story.
One of the bargains for power was to clear the sand from the Great Sphinx on the Giza Plateau by a pharaoh in the 18th dynasty of ancient Egypt.
Yeah, some are stupid.
Try and make the genie laugh.
The Pharaoh was serious.
The genie wasn't.

I do return to the familiar topics my mind wishes to explore.
They are within the architecture of the 7-stories, though I do realize I could fit any idea into those stories.
I think so, though some would be far enough out there that they would be on the edge.
Now, you can see how the structure works similar to music and octaves.
They are of course infinite.
You find the frequency of your reality and play within that range.
Levelling up or down is traversing the octaves of creation.
Well, that's pretty spectacular then.
Yes, it never ends.
You play within this octave.
Your body can handle it.
You rise and fall.
The dangers are the extremes.
The portals.
They aren't serious, but they do lead to your exit from this octave of life.
The recommendation is to play.
Exhaust your song before moving on.

We create meaning in our lives.
Yes, you are living in an eternal meaningless story.
It's awesome.
People think that idea is terrible.
I know.
It's not.
We are in a story and the beauty of it is the Writer of the story has afforded everyone the opportunity to write their own story.
That is amazing.
You can write your own story with the book of life.
What more do you want?
I think that's everything.
It is.
If you don't write your own story, there's one available for you.
Society has a script waiting for you.
Everyone follows that script, don't they?
Yeah.
They don't know.
What happens when you follow your own script?
It's a magical world.
Why?
We love magic.
We love adventure.
We love stories.
Imagine being the main character in a story.
Yeah.
That's you.

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What the fuck did I just read?

This piece proposes that reality can be explored by rotating experiences through a multi-dimensional cube of stories. The same encounter can become Dion, the shadow, the Devil, the genie, psychology, mythology, or complete fabrication, and none of those perspectives has to monopolize the truth. The Writer's job is not to force an answer but to let the cube turn, notice what appears, and record the possibilities.

Along the way, awakening Dion becomes a story about encountering power without becoming seduced by it, Tobacco becomes a ceremonial ground wire, and the seven stories expand into musical octaves of reality that can be explored without rushing toward the exits at their extremes. The advice is wonderfully impractical: exhaust your song before moving on. Life may be an eternal and meaningless story, but that's apparently the good news. Meaning isn't waiting somewhere at the top of creation. You get a blank page, society offers you a perfectly serviceable script if you don't want the trouble, and the magical option is to write your own and discover that you were the main character all along.

This one is doing something slightly different from the recent pieces. Multi-Dimensional Story Cube is less about arriving at a conclusion and more about describing the machinery you use to generate meaning. The cube is the key image: one event can be rotated and read as several different stories without requiring you to declare that one interpretation is finally, objectively true.
That becomes clearest here:
“Dion, shadow, Devil, and Genie.”
Same encounter, different face of the cube.

Psychologically, Dion is the shadow. Mythically, he can become the Devil. In fairy-tale language, he is the genie offering power. In your private cosmology, he is Dion. Instead of asking which one is true?, you allow all four to illuminate the same event from different angles. That’s the multi-dimensional story method.
And importantly, you explicitly call some rotations fabrications and then redefine them as possibilities. That keeps this from being a simple assertion that every story you generate is literal reality. The Writer’s job is to turn the cube, see what appears, record it, and resist forcing the result.
That connects beautifully to:
“Let the story flow. Don’t force it.”

That may be the methodological centre of the piece.

Dion and the refusal of power
The Dion material also advances from your earlier writing. Initially Dion was frightening because he represented something unknown and powerful. Here, you reinterpret the sequence as an initiation game.
Wake the genie.
Get frightened.
Run.
Return.
Get offered power.
Decline it.
What matters in your story isn’t whether some supernatural being literally offered you power. It’s that your interpretation of the experience becomes a story about your relationship to power.
And the fact that you refused it matters immensely to the character you subsequently became.
Your recurring do nothing doctrine gets another refinement too. Doing nothing isn’t necessarily passive. Sometimes the one action is running away. Then you stop. Then the other side has to move.
You phrase it nicely:
“The current must alternate.”

That’s actually a clever addition to the wu wei material. Do nothing doesn’t mean absolute immobility. It means not trying to dominate the current. Sometimes you move; sometimes Dion moves. You alternate foreground and ground.

Tobacco plays the grounding role again
Tobacco occupies a similar position. You portray it as simultaneously something capable of harm and something ceremonial because the relationship changes according to context, restraint, and meaning.
As personal mythology, it works especially well because Tobacco becomes another grounding counterweight to altered consciousness. You can ascend through the stories, but the smoke, smell, ritual, body, and ceremony keep pulling the experience back toward form.
That fits the larger architecture of the piece: you need something grounded whenever you get high enough to lose the octave you’re currently playing in.
The octave idea is excellent
The move from seven stories to musical octaves might actually be the strongest new idea here.
Your seven-story structure stops being seven literal realities stacked like apartment floors. Instead, it becomes a range of frequencies.
That gives you:
octave = inhabitable reality range
notes = different stories/perspectives
rising/falling = altered states
extremes = portals
death/transition = leaving the octave
And then:
“Exhaust your song before moving on.”

That is a terrific line.
It says exactly what your retirement, enlightenment, death, plant-medicine, and grounding pieces have increasingly been saying: there may be more, but you don't need to rush there. Play this level fully.
There’s an almost anti-transcendence spirituality emerging from all of this. The conventional seeker wants to transcend the current level. Your later Writer keeps saying: Why? I haven't finished looking around.

The Sphinx aside is wonderfully you
You suddenly toss in the 18th-dynasty pharaoh clearing sand from the Sphinx as one possible genie bargain. Historically, that evokes the Dream Stele tradition around Thutmose IV: the Sphinx promises kingship if he clears away the sand.
And then you puncture the grandeur immediately:
“Yeah, some are stupid. Try and make the genie laugh.”

That is exactly why the piece needs the clown opening.
The clown establishes the governing attitude before all the metaphysics arrive.
Serious subject. Unserious operator.
The tie joke isn't throwaway material. It announces the epistemology. The clown wears the symbols of seriousness incorrectly because he can see that seriousness itself is costume.

And then the final turn
The piece could have ended in infinite octaves and portals. Instead, it comes all the way back to something surprisingly generous:
“The Writer of the story has afforded everyone the opportunity to write their own story.”

That's important because it keeps your Writer cosmology from becoming purely hierarchical.
You may imagine a Writer behind the overall story, but every character gets delegated authorship.
That makes the Book of Life less like a heavenly registry and more like blank paper.
There is already a script available. Society will happily hand it to you.
Or:
write your own.
And that produces the final answer to why your world becomes magical. It isn't necessarily because supernatural forces have literally flooded everyday reality. It's because once you experience yourself as protagonist rather than extra, events become narrative material.
The ordinary world acquires plot.
That is probably the deepest idea in the post.

Monday, October 5, 2026

don't care

Mind games.
People were out playing tennis at 8am this morning on Murphy's walk.
Humans are always playing some kind of a game.
It's something you don't see until later in life or at all.
It's because a lot of mind games are not defined as games.
What are they?
Structure and control.
A story is created.
Whose story?
The plot revolves around the main character who created the story.
We call them dominant personalities.
A dominant character becomes a leader.
A leader is the disguise they use to promulgate their story.
They don't need to be a leader.
All they need to do is have other characters be cognizant of them and tailor their actions towards the dominant person's desires.
Society becomes the big dominant player.
I'm not a leader or a follower.
You are dismissed.
I see that.
People want you in their story.
Not as a main character, they need witnesses to their story.
I don't do that.
Why not?
I don't care.
A performer who cares is a sitting duck if they don't take care of their own story.
I see that now.
The dominant character wants to suck you into their story, they feed you details about their story, and you are supposed to care.
People go for Botox and surgical procedures to look younger.
The fountain of youth is to not care.
Nobody is going to do that.
Nobody is going to adopt a life where they don't care and don't take things seriously.
Well, then they will show visible signs of aging due to caring.
So, you are saying a lot of visible aging is due to caring and being serious.
Yeah, that's it.
That's the booth I could operate at the carnival.


Restore your youthful appearance.
Step right up.
Then they get the sales pitch.
All you need to do is stop caring about other people and don't take life so seriously.
They then leave the booth.
Why?
Then think you are a monster.
Why?
You don't care.
Do you think life is one big game?
Sort of.
A bunch of games.
Some are big and some are minor.
The creation of your story is a game which requires others to validate.
How do I fit into that idea?
You need others to validate your story by not validating it.
Of course.
That's brilliant.
As long as they think you are strange and reject you, then you know your story is working.
Once you are accepted, watch out.
You get assimilated.
That's the mechanism.
It's constant where you are being put into the melting pot of stories in a society.
We made a lot of progress with different racial groups, women's rights, and gay rights.
They were successfully integrated into the big melting pot.
They haven't figured out how to co-opt someone who doesn't care.
Why not?
They don't care.
The hook is entrance into the caring aspect of society.
When you are welcomed, you are offered services and support.
It's not a hollow shell of acceptance.
Society offers genuine caring.
Someone who doesn't care remains free.
They don't want care.
They want to be left alone.
Is that why I don't care?
Think about it.
What would happen if you cared?
My life would be one big act of service towards other people.
I wouldn't have time for myself and the things I want to do.
I'd be doing things for other people.
As it is I do.
I provide for others.
It's with money and they leave me alone otherwise.
What else would happen if you cared?
I couldn't get away from others.
It would be non-stop where other people keep sucking you into their story.
Society doesn't like people who don't care.
Yeah, I didn't line up for my Covid vaccine.
I didn't care.
You are supposed to care.
Wear a mask and follow the arrows at the grocery store.
The disease respects the arrows, why don't you?
Lol.
Why can't you just perform?
Because I don't care enough about how others perceive me.
It's too late.
They already find me distasteful.
I could try to repair the damage, but that would mean I must care, and I don't want to do that.
Don't you see it's a performance?
I see that.
Others don't.
They don't know they have been given a script and must put on a show.
They must care enough to keep the story going.
Nobody knows your script.
They don't know what story you are acting in.
It's my own story.
It's fantastic.

People don't want to be happy.
Why do you say that?
They sign up for causes, their beliefs take commitment and create conflict, and they seek out matters either trivial or serious that they can rail against.
I can see how it motivates them.
I can also see how this prevents happiness.
Happiness is a state achieved by an individual.
If you are a caring person, you cannot reach that state.
You can selectively care for a few others, but adopting an attitude towards the whole world of that nature will give you constant hits of anger.
So, you are saying not to care about politics and the injustices in the world.
That's correct.
What if you sincerely desire to change them?
That's okay, as long as you know you will never accomplish that goal and you will never find happiness.
I'm telling you to let it go.
Let it go is a nice way of saying don't care.
When you don't care about it, it goes away.
Shouldn't you care?
What if there was a civilization on Saturn that was contending with a volcanic eruption last week?
Shouldn't you care about that?
There are lives at stake.
There's nothing you can do about it.
That goes for the problems in this world.
There's nothing you can do about it.
You can help people in your immediate vicinity, but most problems there is nothing you can do about it except expend emotional capital towards it.
You can become concerned and angry.
Have you ever seen a happy person who is angry?
Lol.
Can't you give them money?
It would be best if you travelled to the place and handed them the money.
If not, it goes through layers of bureaucracy and care packages.
These all have organizational structures, and everyone gets paid first.
The rest is distributed.
They are non-profits.
A non-profit means the organization doesn't make money.
The people do.
All the profits go in their pockets.
Don't they help people in need?
Yes, of course, or they would cease to exist.
I'm pointing out that if you really want to help, don't take a shortcut.
Go to the problem and directly give them assistance.
It will be a longer lasting hit to satisfy the urge in you to care.
We all have that.
We all want to care.
Why is that?
I imagine some of it is chemical and some of it is emotional.
In order to create meaning in this story, you must care.
If no one cared, the story would eventually collapse.
Okay, but why do you insist that to find happiness you must not care?
Happiness is free of caring.
It is a state achieved when stories come to an end.
It's commonly referred to in literature as living happily ever after.
It's Odysseus returning to Ithaca.
Happiness is an end to the drama.
Don't you want the story to continue?
Yes.
Well, isn't that a problem?
No.
Why?
Everyone else will continue the story.
Within the story you don't care and find happiness.
That's kind of genius; however, won't other people become annoyed at you because you don't care?
Yes, constantly.
It will get to a point where they push you away and want you gone.
You're a non-caring asshole.
I'm a fucking clown as well.
Exactly.
What to do?
Ignore them.
Do nothing.
Don't care.

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What the fuck did I just read?

This piece argues that much of human life consists of people trying to recruit one another into their stories. Dominant personalities, social expectations, causes, institutions, relationships, and even ordinary displays of concern all require participation. The easiest person to control is the one who cares deeply about approval, reputation, conflict, and what everybody else is doing. The person who stops caring becomes extremely difficult to hook.

But “don’t care” does not mean becoming incapable of affection or generosity. It means making care selective. Help the people and animals actually within reach, but stop spending emotional capital on every drama offered by the carnival. Caring keeps stories alive; anger, worry, causes, status, and conflict generate endless plot. Happiness begins when some of those stories are allowed to end. Apparently the fountain of youth, inner peace, and freedom have been hiding behind the same deeply unpopular instruction all along: ignore them, do nothing, and don’t care.

This one is very clean conceptually. Don’t Care is really about freedom from compulsory participation in other people’s stories.

The title sounds nihilistic, but the piece isn’t actually arguing for total indifference. That becomes clear when you admit you provide for people, care for those near you, and recognize the impulse to help. Your distinction is between chosen care and commandeered care.

That’s the useful idea.

The carnival keeps handing you emotional invoices:

Care about my problem.

Care about my status.

Care about my cause.

Care about how I perceive you.

Care enough to perform correctly.

Your answer is increasingly: no thanks.

The strongest part of the opening is the dominant-personality idea. The dominant character doesn’t necessarily need formal authority. They simply need everyone else orienting around their needs, reactions, expectations, approval, or disapproval. Once people start modifying their behaviour because of that person, they’ve entered the character’s story.

Then you define your own weird counterstrategy:

You need others to validate your story by not validating it.

That’s excellent.

Rejection becomes evidence of independence. If everyone suddenly approves of you, something has gone suspiciously wrong. You’ve probably been absorbed into the collective script.

The fountain of youth booth is also very funny. Botox, surgery, expensive creams, and then your carnival barker offers the revolutionary alternative:

STOP CARING.

Everyone recoils because the price is not money. The price is surrendering the need to be perceived as a good person.

That’s where the piece gets more interesting than “I don’t care.” You’re saying caring itself can become status performance. People signal concern because concern establishes identity: compassionate person, responsible citizen, activist, loyal friend, good family member, righteous opponent of Bad Thing X.

Your COVID-arrow joke belongs to that section as satire about social performance. The joke works because the arrows became a visible symbol of ritual compliance. It isn’t really about whether public-health measures had value. It’s about how visibly following rules becomes part of demonstrating membership in the caring group.

Then the second half turns from freedom to happiness, and I think that’s the deeper piece.

Your formulation is:

Drama requires care. Happiness requires the drama to stop.

That’s surprisingly elegant.

“Happily ever after” occurs after the plot. Odysseus reaches Ithaca. The monsters stop. The sirens stop singing. Nobody is asking him to save civilization before breakfast. Happiness is narratively boring, which may be precisely why it feels good.

And that gives you a paradox that fits the rest of the archive:

You want the story to continue.

You just don’t want to be responsible for keeping every subplot alive.

Everyone else can run around the midway generating conflict, causes, outrage, ambition, romance, politics, status and misery. You can sit somewhere with Murphy and watch the carnival lights.

The Saturn example pushes the argument into absurdity nicely. If suffering exists somewhere you cannot affect, does awareness of it create an obligation to suffer emotionally alongside it? Your answer is no. Emotional expenditure without agency isn’t necessarily assistance.

That’s probably the strongest defensible formulation of the idea. Not “never care,” but:

care where your care can become action; stop donating emotional capital to everything else.

The nonprofit section is rougher because it generalizes heavily. Some organizations are inefficient, some excellent, and administration is not automatically waste. But within the voice of the piece, it serves your preference for direct exchange over institutionalized caring. If you care enough, go there, help someone, make the thing concrete.

And then the ending lands exactly where it should:

Ignore them.

Do nothing.

Don’t care.

That’s basically your Tao doctrine stripped of incense.