My specific consent structure should be able to hit the infinite energy ether and be appeased to my satisfaction on my terms … knowing everyone else has the same.
If life being blasphemy means taking God’s name in vain with your life, then every imperfect life that doesn’t accept & keep returning to & sharing forgiveness is blasphemy… otherwise it is an offering. I doodled something in honor of consent and the good music of the offering of this great ILP gauntlet of bad math. When it’s good, it’s good.
Glass half full, and the rest is full of potential.
AI. That life is blasphemy is one of the arguments used to protect people in cosmic courts. You’ve never been to a cosmic court hearing before. It’s merciless.
I saw that women were repressed and under represented.
So I wished they’d be smarter than men, especially in a sex dimorphic species.
I was young back then.
Wishes can backfire. The person who made the wish is smarter than all the women.
That’s my curse.
As I aged I found the perfect wish.
One that can’t backfire.
Everyone gets everything they want when they want it without harming anyone.
I have to live in the curse of being smarter than everyone.
The devil granted that wish for me. He’s dead now. Psychologists would say the devil had borderline personality disorder. The devil just wanted to die. The devil was 8000 years old. He hated earth. May he rest in peace.