New? Say Hello. Old? Say something else.

I like it when people are people, rather than faceless masses, staring at me, throught he bushes.

So say hi, in some friendly fashion, letting me know who you are, why you're here, and so on.

And the rest of you, tell me the following: What do you like best, about what I do here.

I'm not looking for praise, nor am I going to be doing anything with cuts or filters. I just want to know where your head's at.

So to speak.

I need to go to bed

Tool - [(-) Ion]--- Before I go to bed, I want to you think about the following proposition, really and completely. You ready?

Tool - [Third Eye]--- All of reality is an intersubjective, relational parallax matrix.

Because what I think that means is that everything is built of the interactions between the subjective experiences and reportages of everything else, that everything gauges itself and its surroundings from the base position of itself, that that very relationship is then used asan orienting principle to manuver and develop, in relation to everything else, and that every. Single. Thing on the inside of this n-dimensional Dyson Hypersphere we call a multiverse is a variable factor in creating this "hologram" what we think of as "reality."

As the pieces interact they leave traces and trajectories of what they are and where they've been and what they've encountered along the way, they bounce, and they rebound, in an orderly fashion. But sometimes, in the really small and really large places, Things Just Happen. Randomness and determination and choice as the line noise between the one and the zero.

I'm trying to explain something, here. Before I have to go to bed. I'm trying to show you that the only objective reality is the infinte interlacing subjective. That nothing is lost, and everything is gained, when you see things, this way. That morning comes too soon for things to not be understood, a little bit, late at night. I don't want to drive anyone away, or piss someone off, or step on anyone's toes with this but I need you to for the love of fuck stop misunderstanding me and dragging things down to nowhere productive.

Place yourself in a field of stars, expanding, contracting, traveling, moving, moving swirling. You Are Too. To recognise this, to seek to direct and control it, to actively orient yourself to chaos, making order, and to subjugate your petty dualities to something much more nuanced? Sounds a bit pretentious, doesn't it? Like somebody thinks they know better than you. Like maybe it's all just late-night ramblings and gibberish.

Trust me. I'm a Philosopher.

I already showed you your fucking jetpack.

And HERE'S your god-damned flying car.

Now Shut. Up.