An Occam's Razor-like approach to the question of the finitude of the universe

What is real? You have not defined terms.

Existence is a concept. Nonexistence is a concept, a contradictory concept. They serve as conceptual mechanisms for conscious beings.

Existence is a concept, a term. Concepts and terms indicate things, they mean things. The term “apple” indicates the fruit, for example. This is commonly accepted and understood. Likewise the term existence indicates all things, not only concepts.

The term existence indicates all things, each and every thing including the term itself and the entirety of things as expressed in the essay. The term, the word, the concept itself as a thing is limited. That which the term indicates or represents is unlimited.

Nonexistence is also a concept, a term. A contradictory concept or term. Nonexistence is not some ambiguous, mysterious remoteness revealed through the term or concept. Rather nonexistence is an abstraction, an abstraction constructed in the mind for purposes of conceptual processing and projected outward through language.

Language is used as a tool to convey ideas. Language has limits. Language only goes so far and can only do so much.

Reality is an exclusive concept, not a comprehensive one. Reality is confined to reality at the exclusion of fantasy.

Existence is infinite. Existence includes both reality and fantasy.

Reality is limited by fantasy as sea is limited by land. Where reality is limited to the shore existence is the shore, and the tide, and the ocean, and the sand and all else.

However as expressed in the essay existence simply is. All variation, all opposition balances as simply being, as simply existence. This reflects the sentiment you share without confining it to Buddhist thought.

All of us know what nonexistence is.

It’s when you’re in your deepest dreamless sleep. And then you wake up and say, oh fuck, not this again. I sleep like the dead. Not even a blaring fire alarm can wake me up. But when I do awake, I always say… oh fuck, not this again.

You look at the clock and realize you’ve been in oblivion for 3 hours.

I look at the cosmic time and realize I’ve been asleep for trillions of years.

I come here and I’m like fuck, I’m back.

How are you calculating cosmic time in trillions of years?

I use our atomic time to calculate it. It’s around three trillion years I’ve been asleep since I was called back. I was so upset by being called back that I made a new plan for all beings so I could get my sleep back.

They always call me for the hard jobs. This hasn’t been a fun or easy job. I have to locate the being who is terrorizing the cosmos right now. You can’t do it by name. But you can take it’s power away by teaching.

I’ll add to the last post. This particular being changes names constantly, even the nameless one is a good spirit, I looked into that.

Then when it changes names, it sends you down a rabbit hole of accusing someone else besides it. I’m old enough to understand this trick.

I can channel this being, and I can use witnesses for my teachings. I can communicate with spirit families through my words. Some are telepathic, so that I can teach just by thinking.

This being had so much power, that I had to sell my soul to everyone to keep it from getting to me any further. One thing about me and this being, is when I sold my soul to everyone, it got scared, because if it did the same thing I did, it would be sent to hell in a heartbeat.

So. I have all of you to thank.

Ichthus.

I’ll add to my last two posts. I have a trait called the words of power. When I say a name, they’re in charge of everything. What you think, what you say, what you do… everything.

I used that technique to hunt the being who’s doing this. I actually know all of you pretty well. This is not a normal skill I have.

This planet is like a worm attached to a fishing pole to definitely catch a fish.

It’s being highly controlled, and we are the fish. I’m not coming to a planet like this again. It looked alluring at first. “wow! the nicer you are, the more sex you get!! Cool!! and look at how cool the golden rule is, if I flash women they’ll flash me back!! I like this place!!” Then you actually get here. Everyone’s being remote controlled. I know this for a fact.

When I come back to a planet again, I’m going to make sure I don’t fall for the worm on the hook as a fish. Definately not coming back to earth.

So you’re a sex tourist? You seriously got bait-and-switched. There’s definitely none of that here! And if there was, I’d want it all to blow up in an atomic bomb while rescuing those who would rather not be trafficked.

So glad you didn’t find what you were looking for. Guess you’ll just have to go back home now… bye-bye.

I wouldn’t have seen the whole cosmos if women had sex with me when I was kind. I can thank women for that.

Anytime you need a good slap in the face, you can count on me.

Don’t quote me on that.

Also don’t test it.

agnosto theo

God by any other name would have the same essence/power.

I haven’t decoded everything else.

I once asked a woman to slap me in the face because I had a crush on her,

I’ll teach the human species. I obsessed over her, not stalking, just obsessed. She figured it out. She showed me her pussy and laughed saying is that want you want. It hurt my feelings a lot so I asked her to slap me. She refused.

Her favorite person (boyfriend) in the world had just died in a car crash

I was 19 years old then and she was 23. Paula. I know her last name, I won’t post it’

I’ve tried to explain this to this species. Men who are kinder than the men women are with, stalk them to get them to not make the wrong decision. Now, that’s arrogant of course. But there’s a lot of reality in it too. Women don’t have sex with good solid men. These men are young. They think the world should be a better place by women picking the good ones.

When you get as old as me, you realize women aren’t good and the world die. Accept it. But the young ones are tricked by men and women, and they always look guilty for trying to protect men and women from damnation.

It’s noble, but pointless. Protect your souls. Try not to hurt people. I know women never go for this. I’m trying to intervene, but I know it’s not going to work.
After I die here, I’m choosing a different planet. You’re all being remote controlled.

It’s statistically impossible that I don’t get sex. Your world is corrupted, and it always will be. I’m not coming back to earth after I die here.

Only one is perfect. Heaven and earth are going to pass away and there’s gonna be a new one. I accept both of those things.

I have never seen you disrespect your cat, or have a lot of stress in your voice. I watched every one of your videos. You seem pretty solid to me. You just have some really weird beliefs that you may only be pretending to have. That may mean you are the best actor on the face of the planet. And impressively good on the piano.

Why did it hurt your feelings when Paula was “kind” to you? Do you think perhaps that is how women felt when you were “kind” to them? I bet … due to your reaction … Paula was never “kind” to you again after that. Just a hunch. Assuming you didn’t make it all up.

Is it because she laughed at her perception of what you want?

Was her perception wrong?

Maybe the lady with the “be kind“ instruction had a different interpretation of “kind“? Remember your/the rainbow rule (the golden rule). Avoids a lot of hurt. You yourself have acknowledged we all have our individual preferences. Part of respecting consent is to learn them.

I didn’t want her sex to be a joke played on me. Besides, I’d have rather seen her tits. But that’s old news. She did it in a room full of women. True story.

I wanted all her friends too. One of them came up to my room a fucked me. Her name was Mel.

You have to understand something about me. I understand women and men, I don’t need to get to know them from their perspective ‘intimately’, I already know that stuff… It’s easy for me. I just like naked time with women.

Thanks for reminding me of that story ichthus.

I was wrong. Mel was the only non-approach escalating sex I’ve ever had.
Back then I still wasn’t into speaking, I didn’t start speaking until I was 30.
Mel still had sex with me, probably based on looks alone. But that’s ok.
I forgot about that sexual selection.

So… does Mel break all of your theories about the three structural yada yadas? Just an anomaly? Everyone should be like Mel? Hell for them if not?

What do you think Mel would think about that?

Assuming you didn’t make the whole thing up, of course.

Mel would laugh. It’s a disproof of the evil one. Now the charges stick.
You do realize I channel beings constantly right? Tracking the person who’s trying to gain control over the world. Even though it’s basically true, Mel changed the world by having sex with me. Thank you for reminding me.

What do you mean now the charges stick? You just went around making baseless accusations before that? How are the accusations true now whereas before they were not?

It is a privation, because it arrests development of a truly great relationship.

The side of eternity, anyway.

No. I want you to understand. This will charge death. Little did Mel and I know at the time, death goes to prison because we had sex without approach escalation on the male side. It’s already done. I tried to help death by calling it the seasons. Beautiful right? Death didn’t take the offer.

Death has many names and knows all. But it can’t beat us in court anymore because a woman called Mel fucked me without me trying.

It’s over now

Now? Not then? It’s over only now because you remembered it now?

If it was resolved, then … then it was always resolved, no?

The problem was only ever in your mind, right?

That is exactly what is meant by Jesus‘ demonstration being of the eternal. Alienation (spiritual death) from original personhood is our delusion we prefer over the reality that we are loved as we are—every time we go our own way and withhold forgiveness from ourselves or others.

Obviously, the sex with Mel was so meaningful that you remembered it all the way up until I reminded you. Sarcasm.

Mel and Jason sittin in a tree, kicked up there by yours truly, Mel escalated first, then Jason forgot, now the fruit of all their labors is left on the vine to rot.

A toast to Mel and Jason.