So, with the birth of my final project - my hypersigil - I feel it is wise to properly iterate to the peanut gallery what my role is in the military industrial complex. I technically don't have a job; I am currently 100k in debt to my father-in-law, which I am esteemedly grateful for, but this is an investment. I have known for some time that I am going to be famous. Perhaps infamous is more accurate. Both terms would be precise. Basically, I fucked up royally in my early life, but I did so in hilarious fashion, so when I told my ROTC cadre that my nonexistent sister got me pregnant because I judged the wrath of my father more of a threat than the United States military, I accidentally solved a problem.
Intentionlessness is some bs that that ooga booga person, The Buddha, solved 2500 years before the invention of a computer. For reference, the joke with the ooga booga thing is I'm calling out your thought process for how quickly you gloss over something from antiquity because you've been conditioned by your religion, science. But no, each person is a mesh of entanglements, from their perspective, but there's also “you” that exists in other people, so in a similar sense of the mirror of Erised from Harry Potter, how do you get all versions of you to return “null” so you achieve your desires. That is, the universe is an illusion and obviously you've read me and the Buddha, so I don't need to repeat this for the forty billionth time across history, yea?
…sigh…innocence is different than being not guilty. It is a special property of the universe. I lied to the government about having schizophrenia, but I was intentionless, so I gave the money back twenty minutes after I was asked via text and never thought about that aspect of what happened because I feared for my life, and this caught the attention of doctors and I solved P versus nP when engaged in intentionless games of communication with my forensic psychologist I spent a couple years talking to on a weekly basis.
It's ultimately the empathy problem. How do you completely drop “self” to see from another perspective perfectly by seeing from a steroeoscopic framework? I apparently mastered this living with my horrible vogon father. Like, literally, I'm thirty-six years old and I'm just realizing from legal psychedelic drug use that my father bullied me because I was neurodivergent and I accidentally, literally, solved P versus nP because I wanted to solve the problem my psychologist doctor presented without incurring the wrath of my father, so I just solved it quick on the spot and I'm being told by aliens that I was right and I have already changed the world.
Counterintelligence! Wouldn't want some cheeky breeki ooga booga person believing the hard work I had to do to reach those realizations, cuz they might work that hard themselves!
