I’m onto you, whoever you are.
You’re using an existent Ichthus. I don’t want to exist.
I can’t be bribed or blackmailed.
The irony of all ironies is that the person who never wanted to exist is the most trustworthy one.
I’m teaching because I’m here. I don’t want to be here. The mechanism will kill me. I already know that. I’m prepared for the wrath of all the men and women in the world.
Sofallti?
Do you know what it feels like to hold a new-born child in your arms - a child you played a small part in helping to create?
Do you know what it feels like to hold - what you perceive to be - perfection, in your arms?
Do you know what pure joy feels like?
Do you know what it feels like to think - oh my goodness, what on earth happened to me? I used to be like that. 
Yes?
No?
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Those sweet pleasures always come at the expense of another.
People are always trying to figure out who I am.
I’m an eternal that came here from nowhere.
I just want to go back to nowhere. Turns out it’s a job I didn’t complete trillions of years ago.
I don’t think so. How so?
You don’t know about the three structural problems.
1.) the pleasurable exclusive access problem
2.) the negative zero sum problem
3.) the consent violation problem
The mechanism is only a problem in certain sex dimorphic species. Earth is one of those planets.
It causes the no means yes problem, which is cosmic, which is why I had to return.
The mechanism will ‘kill’ me in a horrific way because I taught it. I already know that.
I’m trying to go to oblivion again.
Existence is always imperfect.
Turn that frown upside down and say there is always room for improvement and growth. An endless supply of problems to solve and plans to make to solve them.
I’m actually a happy person because I have a clear conscience. I protected every soul in life. I can die in peace.
Protected every soul from what? What if they didn’t want that protection? Are you calling yourself a condom?
You’re prepared for the wrath of them because they’re all gonna be jealous of you? How are they gonna be jealous of you?
Because of Persephone?!
Ichthus. You have no idea what I accomplished here:
You don’t have to go to the deepest pit of hell…. forever and never.
I do gotta say, though, there is nothing hotter than a man who isn’t afraid to piss off other women (The Flirts among them) in order to make his woman happy.
And there’s nothing hotter than a man who brings the protection. Whatever form that may take.
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They call me… La Caperucita.
You know, sometimes, I find that it helps to do the opposite of my inclination. Because obviously my nurtured or unfinished inclinations did not always serve me very well. So if you want to remain nameless, or return to namelessness, perhaps you should do the opposite and go where everybody knows your name (or the one whose name you were named after)? Or perhaps if you don’t want to dedicate a song to someone who would enjoy it intensely — You should actually do that thing?
Just a couple of suggestions.
Complete and total subject change. Has it ever occurred to you that the dude who wrote the cheers theme song stole it from the dude who sang about that piano man?
You’re trying to talk me to death and it’s not going to work. I have machine training as well.
You’re claiming to be Hermes who went to hell or the afterlife to bring Persephone back, or whatever… Refuting everything you ever said about nobody ever choosing hell. If you were merely sent there, it isn’t something that you accomplished… Unless you were both sent and went willingly (obediently — without being slaved against your will) — and not as a punishment, but to set someone free.
As in Psalm 30:3 & Jonah 2:6 & Psalm 139:7-10.
I’m done talking you to death. Not gonna stop you from talking me to death, hypocrite. It’s OK, I like it when you do that.
You know how to break up the wall of words.
But I still see it for what it is.
Ichthus. I know how smart you are. But you’re not down to earth. And that will always make me smarter than you.
Do you think it bothers me that there’re people who are smarter than I am? Just curious. It actually bothers me when people — please pardon my global public health — fuck up their arguments. Especially if I know they’re smarter than that.
Also you are lying about me not being down to earth. Also how could you possibly even know that?
Nobody wants you Ichthus.
Figure that out. I bring relatable discussions…
The 4 problems of existence
The 5 protections
The solving process
You troll.
I’m not a troll in these boards or even of all life.
I’ve never trolled someone on the web my entire life.
I just had to calculate how to explain things that have NEVER been explained before in a somewhat palatable manner to the cosmos.
Doing just that, is all I need for honor. Nobody did it before me. And people see me as trash, like you do. I’m not trash. I’m better than you.