And if you want to ask me further. I’m trying to create a new dimension. I’m passing the time by speaking with you.
You know how there’s only so many songs that are hits, and you even get bored of those.
Maybe you’ll enjoy it again after a couple of years.
Just like with music, language becomes boring.
I’m a hit record with language. Top of the charts.
You’ll get bored of it.
Steve Jenkins is not my father.
Are you bored by my words, Ec? Maybe because doing stuff is totally different than just saying stuff?
Maybe we should do stuff?
No. I almost said the wrong thing. It wasn’t my line.
I’m sorry for stepping on your toes.
Ichthus.
I do more work smoking an entire cigarette than entire galaxies do.
I want to retire. You’re a child to me. A bratty one at that.
Galaxies don’t have to work to smoke a cigarette because you do all the work for them. It’s the 80-20 rule. You should definitely retire from that job.
I retired from that a long time ago. It’s doable.
You’ve told me you quit smoking and drinking and that you were honest and tender. You’ve also told me you smoke. I’m not entirely sure what the truth is here.
But I know if we met … I would figure it out.
Unfortunately your inconsistencies have disqualified you. So sad.
Oh. And the loyal thing.
Ichthus.
Still being a brat. You only respond to a fraction of my posts because you can’t hold it. Existence can barely hold me.
This is my machine training as well.
Must protect all beings at all costs to rest.
I understand you’re triggered that I’m an atheist.
The god concept is used only by narcissists.
You have to understand. Now that I’m back, I’m a corrector of corrupt existents.
This gives me no joy because I never want to exist.
I respond to everything you write, what I ACTUALLY wrote is too much for you. You’re trolling me.
Convenient.
Tell me why you hate yourself. People who think that theists are narcissists because they think God would give a crap about them… either have a very low opinion of what it means to be God, or they have a very low opinion of themselves. That’s pretty tragic.
This world is insanely bizarre.
Give it a rest, Ec.
You need to retire this line of whatever.
Am I your whole world? You want me to hold you? You’re lying. That’s mean.
Tell the truth or shut up.
You haven’t hurt my feelings. Though perhaps you meant when or if you do at some future time.
Yes, there is a lot of pain.
Not universally. For you I can’t speak.
Perhaps, but if you look around see the first one is not present and decide oblivion is the preference then you are presuming now is forever. You’ve made one option out of two.
But, I get the impression that you assume that anything you encounter you already know the limitations and understandings of it. You seem to think you know that nothing can have useful information or a broader perspective on any part of what you know or think you do.
IOW you seem closed off.
In any potential exchange you assume you are the teacher. You have the widest, deepest perspective and nothing to learn from anyone. Not only about yourself, but about existence for anyone, everyone. Your knowledge is universally complete, not just complete about yourself, for example.
From my perspective that’s limited and if held onto limited and limiting in a catastrophic way.
Certainly the ones we’ve heard of, I agree.
Some voices have been shut down.
But hey, I won’t disturb you anymore.
Good luck.
Anyone that considers committing suicide because of pussy…has other issues.
I mean if you feel the need to state it outright like that…
Lorikeet.
No. Anyone who wants commit suicide because of pussy has a borderline personality disorder.
I don’t have that disorder.
The mechanism is a look into the structural problems of existence.
The negative zero sum problem
The consent violation problem
The pleasurable exclusive access problem
Those are deeper problems than the mechanism.
They’re structural to every being.
Every being I meet tries to tell me all those problems are ok.
These are people who still want to exist.
They’re clinging and taunting.
Just like you.
Now that I’m back, I need to fix this once and for all time.
Just let me build my new dimension.
Incels don’t exist. It’s a method of verbal abuse to men to try to get them to commit suicide as a game when they don’t use prostitution to get sex.
Your problem - one of many - is that you cannot endure nature.
So, you invented a supernatural realm to escape into.
Unfortunately, nature doesn’t give a shit about justice or fairness, as man understands these concepts.
Nature made males expendable and females sexually powerful yet limited…by nature again.
This limitation is what men, MEN, have contrived to eliminate, to fabricate sexual parity.
You are the consequence of this meddling.
As are the majority of males…but they deal with it.
They adapt or find different life objectives to compensate.
You could not adapt. You were shattered by the injustice of some finding sexual gratifications while others never finding sexual gratification.
So, to survive, you invented this fantasy where EVERYONE is sexually gratified.
Sorry…it’s not true.
Existence is not fair.
Existence doesn’t care about our individual desires and hopes and dreams.
This is why some invented god…to care.
They want someone to care.
Lorikeet.
You’ve never seen spirit before.
My methods of protecting beings confuse them.
I mean you no harm.
Do you really think evolution is true when the mechanism exists?
Evolution is not true.
Do I have to shed my blood to prove to you how brave I am?
More to the point.
Do you have to shed your blood to prove how brave you are to yourself.
I already knew if I spoke about the mechanism that women wouldn’t have sex with me.
If I’d just shut the fuck up, I’d be married right now.
Think about that lorikeet
Kooo kooooo
Ta, Ta,
The walls are closing in on you lorikeet.
I also know what that’s like.
e pluribus unum (¿FROM? the many, one)
But their pluribus was a pluribus of trading businesses that obviously treated some people as tools… which just seems to morph and never end. So far.
They only break up monopolies if it upsets the balance of the pluribus of trading businesses (global monopoly/archipelago).
Those they use as mere tools are not even in view.
That’s not a kingdom of ends. The appearance of those considered “tools” being treated as “ends” is mere appearance (theatre) to stave off an imbalance in the archipelago in view. They create problems to appear to be the solution, when actually they are repositioning themselves to their own (nihil) advantage…creating a need to make money/influence/yada.
A true kingdom of ends would not allow a maximum (let’s call it “that which is allotted to or acquired by overachievers”) that puts any contributor or vulnerable person at a disadvantage (fall below the minimum allotment/acquisition required for thriving). Only those who choose poverty by violating self=other would ever live in it.
You know the system is whack when it’s those violating self=other who think of themselves as overachievers worthy of the maximum & gaslight those whose allotment they hoard to ACHIEVE HARDER.
Why. The. Experiment. Was. Frontloaded. To. Explode/Implode.
The science is well known 
I’m just blowing very fresh air into the species Ichthus.
I expect no reward from it.
I’m the future.
Is that narcissistic?
No. But it will give me a horrible life unless you don’t want me to have one.
I can control this species down to the minutae.
The wise man let’s you be free.
I want you to have the greatest maximal life at the least minimum expense of everyone.
I think.
You do the math.
Ichthus. It’s not funny. I have to go to hell for all of you. Your ability to laugh at my expense is given to you by me.