In fact, when the world began, everything was totally cool.1

But the brain had to tell itself lies2 for the sake of continuity.3 So it invented the cosmos to surround the world and make it feel like there is this huge cushion out there to absorb all our mistakes.

Then it proceeded to make all those mistakes, one by one.

And blame it on distant cosmic artifacts. "Alpha Centauri made me do it!" For example.

So the big dumb fat ass cosmos that's (supposedly) out there is just a fucking EXCUSE! An excuse to fuck up at home, at will. And the fact that it doesn't actually exist at all is almost irrelevant -- because "exist" itself barely even exists at all.

But, frankly, when it comes to the world's complicity or not in its now being more of a piece of shit than ever, I don't really have a dog in that pissing match.

I really don't have a dog in the pissing match over empty arbitrary standards and manifestations of societal life, and I really don't WANT to have a dog in that pissing match -- or worm in that can of pissing worms.

But, then, what pissing match DO I want the dog(s) I DO have to be in?

I want the dog(s) I DO have to be in pissing matches at the level where understanding isn't just a decorative side-effect (artifact) of survival.

I want the dog(s) I DO have to be in pissing matches at the level where you don't have to worry about continually filing notifications of failure of suspension of disbelief just to keep reality balanced against the billions endlessly filing notifications of excessive expression of robotic mindless faith.4

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Notes

1. Contrary to the pathetic little fundraising fantasy of astrophysics known as, uhhh, .... you know.... something about something "Banging". Or something.

2. Or what the brain had to tell itself for the sake of continuity was almost, by definition, gonna have to be lies.

3. AKA Reality: the continuous, connected, narrative, goal-structured life of the individual as seen against and in the context of the social construction of consensual reality -- i.e. the big lie.

4. Everyone was always alluding to these other "deeper" levels beyond mundane reality, but nobody ever seemed to come back from them with instances. Or make it down to them in the first place.

So by casting away (or never having possessed or desired in the first place so as not to even have to cast away) all the garbage that interfaces the individual to the world by way of his species, geography, and society, I was able to have nothing left BUT these deeper levels, if in fact they exist.

But, needless to say, they don't. And now I am stuck here where everything is profound, and nothing better to do than write you this note to please send money.

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