Nobody thinks this is funny, apparently:
So I’m transitioning into a man. These things are not by choice. This is nature’s doing. Y’see. Even though we supposedly all start out female until testosterone works for the XYs among us, when the XXs among us start to hit menopause… we turn into old men. The hair thins uptop & thickens on the face. And so forth. My pronouns are he/him-curious.
“I’ve dealt with WAY more complicated species than humans”
Name a couple for us, fruitcake.
I’m working on a species with 8 sexes right now.
Humans only have 3.
Humans are just an inverted sex dimorphic species from the cosmic perspective
Oh that’s right, you asked me to name a couple.
Shapeshifter species.
My plate is the whole cosmos.
And I don’t like it that you think gay is a derogatory term. I’m not gay.
See now i know you’re lyin becuz i know six different species that can shape shift in this solar system alone, so a shapeshifter isn’t a species… it’s a capability that several species have.
U would have known this if u were tellin the troof, and u would have named a particular species.
The ones u need to worry about are on their way here in a ship that’s an eighth the size of the moon. They’ve been traveling at a ridiculous speed for like six thousand years and the ship is basically a mobile miniature planet they constructed in orbit of their home planet. The trip is so long that on the way here, six hundred generations of them have already lived and died on the ship. Not sure what system they’re from (my sources don’t have that information), but we do know they’ll be passing Saturn in 2029 if they maintain the same speed.
We don’t believe the trajectory they’re on is coincidence. We think they are aware of the life on erf and are coming either to investigate with peaceful intentions or dominate. Likely the radio waves we transmit into space that gave them the idea. We might as well have said ‘hey mean and nasty aliens, we’re over here, come exterminate us!’
“I’m working on a species with 8 sexes right now.”
Holy shit. And we thought our LGBTQ community was bad. Imagine what Tik-Tok must be like on their planet.
Most of them are hyper telepaths.
They don’t need the Internet to speak.
I’m the only one left in the cosmos of my species right now.
The rest are eternally dead: my family is the eternally dead.
You’re like the last of the hyperdimensional Mohicans then.
So. They were all left eternally dead (¿So as to fit the definition?—If it is by definition, then getting brought back was never an option, and they were not “left“). You were brought back instead of being left eternally dead (which means you were never eternally dead). You weren’t left.
Wait. Are you saying more than just you (of your —please note— dissociated “family”) were brought back? And that now you are the last one left of the ones that were brought back? They have all returned to eternal death? Something tells me no one can return to eternal death for the same reason they cannot be brought back from it.
Hm.
Sorry to rip off your scabs.
We can figure this out. Maybe. It would help if certain things were a certain way. I’m just saying. It would help.
I know exactly what it is for you guys are afraid to see the truth that’s staring back.
The thing is, the fear of not filling up these pages creates an illusion that the importance of philosophy, as a matter of course, can not overcome the feeling of perpetual emptiness, that ambiguously declare nihilism a winner , and correlating to that, the feeling of empty anticipation for something other then historical redundancy , that will capture what little left of the predicament still can popping up here and there , till death death, as a final arbiter , becoming trivialized in the face of an all or nothing visualization taken literally as if the configuration of most ‘facts’ indicate double down situations adjacent myth that a new version that sadness of young Werther can even begin to arouse in anyone .
The simplest explanation is most probably the one coming closest , and the fact that light literally exists, and the darkness can not be said to cause, less cause nor can it remove, should suffice to mirror avery plausible state of being behind what’s lit up.
Darkness, doubt, cynicism do not ‘exist’ per se, as well as that ‘philosophical argumentation can not bridge the inordinate gap that extends all the way from beginning to and through it’s sequence of filling all the interminable cracks which appear to break the whole structure down , so that the worry of what happens again in the next generation can reignite a newly forming edifice.
Instead a constant unstopping transvaluation between is taking place , and sustains the light of reason behind every nook and cranny that appear as empty vestibules .
How long we for those dark shadows that are again and again relite and rekindle the hope thereof, with every regeneration, while waiting as backward as backwardly as it has boiled down to is the only sustenance yet available at this point.
Don’t laugh, that is virtually all the requirement that an enlightened being has to stay in the loop and stay bravely within a closed perimeter, whose bounderies do not need constant reaffirmation in periodically shrinking timelines , that everything will and does will come to nought!
We are the creators of the meaning within these contexts, and the need to enclose the pool of uncertainty into a meaningless stasis is the product of our own sorry invention.
Here a pause requisite of a caviat that in no way should counter motives to set up margins meant to delimit vigorous exploration, although it’s safe to say these margins have diminished the very sensibility which strove to enrich and extend coming horizons hereof.
Ec. Please put Meno’s words into short version for me.
You have to earn eternal death. It takes quadrillions of years.
Nobody loves you and nobody hates you.
You earn nothing
So nothing’ll cost ya life?
Seems like a life of vain striving after/for nothing.
But how does quadrillions=eternity?
Ec. Pull yourself together.
You earn it every day when you sleep. Pure oblivion. The old souls work to earn it forever.
Everything is right in front of you but you miss it, you can’t see it.
Do you know a lot of what you say has been said to me trillions of times before by someone who had a similar pattern of thinking or pretending? I’m still not 100% sure which.
Do y’all compare notes or something? Is there like a DSM-V shortlist y’all go off of? Is that how you obtain your free room and board? Oh no I forgot … you’re both actually working. There goes my theory.
The sane part of me tells the insane part of me to pull my head out of my butt about missing him, & wishing you would visit me.
It keeps life interesting, I guess.
Not only am I a resurrected being on earth.
I superposition with souls to pull them out of hell.
While I’m doing that. I solve all the problems of every possible being for all of existence
The human world is a gnat to me.
I can flick it away without even trying.
I’m the last of my species with a mind and perception in the cosmos.
You called here from prayers.
Why do you want me here?
Curiosity?
That makes sense to me
And I’ll reply to this.
My species were all hyper empaths.
They could feel everything everywhere:
They decided to die forever.
We have the same 4 traits.
We are horrified when we get what we want:
We are horrified when we don’t get what we want
We are horrified when others get what they want.
We are horrified when others don’t get what they want:
I will never stop:
All of you quit a long time ago:
The universe is demanding a new dimension as it expands because of our species.
I’m going to use that power to create an optional dimension. So that in the first time in existence…. Someone has a choice:
Everyone fits on the bell curve besides my species. You have no free will here.
I want there to be a straight line instead of a bell curve.
The question is do you want options in existence?
Why do I like weird people so much? Is there something that’s weird about me that I would like weird people? I know I’m weird because I haven’t been normal … I’ve always been weird … I just can’t quite explain why.
I kind of feel like I have a choice. I kind of feel like you’re solving a problem I don’t actually have.
You should just visit me and we should just see what the conversation is like.
Anyone who has an ounce of sense and realize I can talk about the cosmos on the drop of a dime. Will relentlessly treat my mind as porn.
I tolerate it. Children.
My species is dead. I’m the only one left.
If you met me. You’d understand I’m fluent in normal.
I’m also fluent in normal and I’m ready for something else. But I feel like I need to be in the presence of a new species in order to draw out a new species from myself.
Because it is surely not I that would like to draw out some thing from you.
This should never happen. It is forbidden.
Women’s prerogative.