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=== 2025-06-01 06:24:50 Sunday

Oh, the internet.

Yet another article telling me how AI is going to make the sky fall. "Your job is already gone! GONE, I SAY!"

Then at another site I used to consider a favorite, posters hurling insults both explicitly and cleverly, all over religion, which clearly none of them understand. No point interjecting, as they're clearly not interested in truth, but instead in being seen to be The Rightest.

At a couple other formerly favorite sites, the posting rate is abysmal despite there being scores of participants. And when someone finally posts, it's about one of the following:

1) "Oh look! I've been away for a long time! Can you believe I've been away for a long time?! But I'm back. But you never know when I'm going to forget to post again for who knows how long. I'm pretty sure it's because I've found that IRL is so way better than online. In fact, I can hardly believe I'm posting again, because in IRL is so way better. Gosh, I so love that in SMOL realms people rarely if ever remember to post. BTW, did I mention how IRL is so much better anyway? I can see that, but few if any others can. That's why I'm online telling you instead of being IRL, so you can know what I know (well, maybe.. maybe you're not bright enough to get it.. it's just amazing what big companies and fascists and people with orange hair can do to keep people from realizing how much better IRL is than online..). Anyway, see you whenever online once again becomes interesting to me, but I wouldn't hold your breath because, you see, I've discovered that IRL is so way better!"

2) "SMOL is good and anything/everything else online is evil, which means that the proof you're good is if you hardly ever post, and the proof you're evil is if you post at a rate whose threshold I won't tell you in advance because it's a big secret, but you can be sure I'll look down on you and quietly shun/cancel you if you cross that threshold, because then you'll have proven you're evil."

3) "Javascript and CSS are the hooves of Satan!"

Something like that.

But then over at "NPS LIVE BOARD FOR BRAVE HEROES - port 1915" @ nex://morena.rip/board/ do I finally read something sensible:

> People don't like simple things. If technology
> is naked, very simple, then they have to create
> something. Like write some article instead of
> tunning and tweaking HTML, Gopher menu looks,
> features of their server and so on. If tool is
> simple, there is no fakery. They can't fake
> or hide something. They have to create, make
> something as there are no layers between them
> and the tool.
>
> More complex shitware, more people will use
> it. Then it's easier to hide their emptiness
> somewhere between layers of sugar coat. Legacy
> standards, mainstream, well-known are just
> excuses.
>
> Feel free to find me one dot which is simpler,
> or better in any aspect of sharing plain
> text over internet in Gopher compared to NEX.
> It's the most simple way how to share someting
> online. Now use you intelligence and tell me
> the reason, intelligent one, not an excuse,
> why you still using Gopher and not NEX?
>
> Now even this NPS, how simple we can communicate
> here? It's so simple, that NPS client is
> totally pointless. There is no need for real
> NPS client. On other hand, good NEX client would
> help. But not really necessary now as there are
> currently two and half alive NEX servers.

If I could be so bold, I'd summarize by saying that people actively remaining devoid of understanding maintain that state in part by finding as many distractions from looking in the right direction by seeking complication as often, and in as many places as possible. Anything but look the right direction! Yep. Mmmhmmm. There we go.

How do I know this? Because it's exactly what I do when avoiding the ineffable core, underlying, fundamental, root, basis, etc. I did it ever since I was taught to do it. Until one sacred moment I somehow looked precisely where I was taught not to look, and boom! Vroom!

However, tendencies seemingly have inertia, and generally there's only a partial glance the right direction, and so even a sliver of distraction from there can rush in to have me running every which way at every possible distraction.

And complication is definitely one of them.

Words themselves are at the heart of distraction. You don't need them for reality. You only need them to avoid reality: to be your fake self participating in the fake world.

I'm laughing, now, because I've been reading a lot about the "Forth" programming language (it's far more than that, but that'll do for now), whose units of abstraction are literally called *WORDS*. How funny is that given Forth has become my latest distraction?! Hilarious!!!

"People don't like simple things". I'd rephrase as "Personhood is a complicated procrastination from the simplicity of <ineffable>."

And FWIW, the only useful sentences of my writing in this ode to complication are the previous two. All the rest is just more of the same: more complication, more hand waving (actually, fingers waving above a keyboard) in avoidance of the truth, which truth immediately collapses the lie that we and this seeming reality are.

And that's the thing about NEX: there's no reason or opportunity to avoid the meat and potatoes of writing. No CSS or Javascript or formatting wet-dream-wherewithal (html, gemtext) to diddle. All that "pr0n" is gone. It's just you and a blank canvas, which of course is incredibly frightening to those eager to do anything/everything but actually write....

Note that the above mixes metaphors, so don't hang yourself with "This stupid dumbass is equating writing gibberish with truth!" No. Wrong. There's no way to avoid ambiguity - and, thus, confusion -  with words, because words don't contain meaning to begin with, despite your belief that they do. Individuality implies having private meanings for words. You have no idea what I'm writing about. You know only what you'd be writing about were you the writer. That's different. It's waaaaay different. And that's because individuality is a seeming reality unto itself, the great self-referential representational sink hole! Slink hole! You've fallen in, yea thrown your precious self-notion in to avoid the truth!

There is no swimming in that vortex: only sinking.

=== 2025-06-01 06:35:00 Sunday

On a lighter note (not really, but I'm calling it that because we like saying things like that, giving our writing a certain "air"), we voyage to a somewhat distant locale today to perform outdoors at winery that was once a favorite haunt, so there will be old friends, much imbibe, the place will make gobs of money, and we'll sing for three hours. That's a long fucking time. But it'll seem like an instant because it's what we do. It's our default non-struggle-to-live activity.

But, of course, in the context of the previous entry, it's distraction. Complication. In a worldly sense, I won't have any more fun there than I could here. But my wife doesn't yet understand that, and so I'm humoring her until she gets it, because I know along the way the illusion will torture us in ways to help us look in the right direction again, to see the error of our looking-everywhere-but-HERE ways!

This writing is complication distraction too, as is your reading this. You could have had the peace of "abiding in awareness", of "trusting in the Lord thy God", or any other way of almost-but-never-quite-completely saying it (because it can't be said (and, in fact, attempting to say it instead of <can't be said> is more complication distraction by way of words/representation/modeling)).

We murder our possibility of infinite peace via the complication of one word followed by another, followed by another, followed by another.. with no "break" statement in sight.

Who's going to blink - aka break - first in this ridiculous game?

=== ABOUT

In the name of not being burdened by what has been, and not wishing to be defined by past thoughts, this page is scrapped upon the first post of a new waking day.

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