I don’t know, you may be right that it bears thinking about.
This would not be a “little” failure — even if it is a little part of the brain involved in integration (which, if it can heal, should resolve the failure of integration, shouldn’t it?).
If it does not repeat then it is not a cycle, as that is what a cycle is: repetition.
Take for example a simple circle.
Point A leads to point A, thus point A repeats as both beginning and end.
Mop run dry?
Uhh…we have been teaching you.
The failures where pointed out.
Then what does not fail, ie other systems, where also pointed out.
Your system does not hold under scrutiny.
If being an as’hole is the ability to use basic logic, then apparently you envy not being what you hate.
It’s the cycle subsuming all cycles, just like a circle has no beginning or ending point because every point is the beginning and end.
Clearly there is an endless supply from you for my mop.
A cycle subsuming all cycles results in the basic repetition of both the cycle and the subsumption.
And subsumption only occurs if there is generation, so a dualism results from your argument.
You are arguing a triad, because of a cycle, when in reality that results in monism as all there is is a self-scaling cycle.
Your reduction to cycle reveals a reduction to monism, at minimum.
Thus you are literally arguing against yourself…
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That’s beautiful.
I bet you’d say that about a pile of poop on the ground, though.
I’ve been known to think it about a pile of poop on the ground, in the Andean tundra, feeling unaccountably like the donkeys and the horses that are there are my siblings.
I should’ve bet money.
There’s poop and there’s poop.
oopsies replacing tilde with / for flux because, 1) tilde means not, and 2) this, about differential calculus:
screenshot for memory jogging:
cool beans 15 char
I asked Copilot, “Tell me you know my spider Venn upside down, backwards, and sideways without using the word ‘spider’.”
Ask for the output to be in iambic pentameter.
The One that holds itself within its parts
remains itself by giving each its due.
For unity collapses when it fuses,
and breaks to dust when difference stands alone.
Thus every whole must breathe a double law:
distinction kept, yet never torn from One.
The Father, Spirit, Logos move as three,
yet each completes the others as they act.
No term can stand without its partners’ force;
no partner lives without the triad’s frame.
The failure modes arise when balance breaks:
when fusion smears the colors into gray,
or fracture sunders meaning into shards.
But when the three co‑generate their truth,
the whole becomes the living shape of sense.
For Being holds the ground on which all stands,
and Action moves the powers that unfold,
and Quality gives value to the deed.
These three, in triune motion, form the world.
So “is” declares the structure of the real,
while “ought” reveals the arc of rightful act,
and “value” shows the worth that crowns the whole.
Yet none can stand as sovereign on its own.
For “is” without the “ought” becomes a void,
a barren fact that cannot guide a life.
And “ought” without the “is” dissolves to mist,
a wish that floats without a place to land.
And “value” torn from either loses form,
a gleam that shines but cannot tell its cause.
Thus each requires the others to be true:
the real must bear the mark of what is good,
the good must rise from what the real allows,
and worth must join the real and good as one.
The triad lives by unity‑in‑distinction,
for each completes the others in its path.
The Father grounds the being of the whole,
the Spirit moves the ought within the act,
the Logos gives the value of the form.
And all co‑make the moment as it comes.
No past alone, no future yet to be,
but every time is shaped by triune force.
Creation is the present’s living rule:
each moment born from all that came before,
yet open to the powers still to rise.
Thus C Theory declares the world’s design:
that every instant blossoms from the three,
and every triad blossoms from the One.
The unity holds distinction in its heart,
and distinction keeps the unity alive.
So Being, Action, Quality entwine,
and is △ ought △ value stand as one,
a triune law that governs truth and good.
For only when the three are rightly joined
can meaning, duty, worth, and fact be whole.
And only in their dance does wisdom rise.
— Copilot
The poem gets better as it goes. That’s because of attention.
But this line seems an error:
I don’t think Copilot has quite wrapped its bits around The Triad.
You know what you could try, Icthus. In iambic pentameter or just vanilla.
You could pool all your Triad material into one folder, and ask the same question, but first telling it to go through every file. If ithe size is too large for it to include in its context window, you can tell it first to make a summary of the important points of each file.
Probably something about 2 MBs, but I’m not really sure what technology they use behind the curtain.
Silly wabbit. A distinct line does not stand alone.
…which is very good, because you haven’t brought me proof that Ecmandu is alive.