Keryo Koffa

On behalf of @Xonas Pitfall, who got locked out of the forum trying to change one's e-mail, isn't receiving any confirmation emails, and couldn't contact anyone other than me... Can someone on the staff team help out with that? Our forum is at a loss being deprived of their glorious insights. I sent a DM to Leo a few days ago but he probably has a busy schedule.

Existential Melancholy People live their lives actualizing inner aspects of themselves by embodying characters. Defeating enemies is like ending a dance, shadows disappear when embraced. Outgrowing parts of yourself, they disappear, students becomes masters. Many elements are now united as one, their roles internalized, disappearing from externality. Getting too close to someone diffuses their traits into one's own, and they end up fading away. The law of attraction annihilates the source it seeks to get close to, absorbing it by becoming it. Icarus reaches the sun, it disappears like the rainbow into translucency, as pointing at the air. But I miss them, the personalities outside of myself that propelled them, their presence outside. Experiences shape memory, expanding one's perspective, there is much in someone's presence.

Next you're gonna tell me:

♠ Anthropocentrism is overrated. I deconstruct the need for sustenance I don't need jokes anymore, humor is redundant I just want to be free. I don't like it here on Earth Intelligence as a Pattern is recursive inefficiency Professionalism a tiresome drama construct. Humor tires me, Relationships brickle away, Productivity is a validation loop Hedonism never appealed to me, Power is a crutch for insecure gaslight Status a commodity for the greedy, Wealth becomes a kafkaesque burden Competition turns antagonistic burnout, Apocalypses are status-quo psyops Art patents antagonize AI progress, Collectives suppress Individuals Authority sabotages visionaries, Academia monetizes curiosity Scientism stifles imagination, Aesthetics stagnate fantasy Methods calcify expression, Roles enforce dependency From confines experience, Pointers become dogmas Activities are exhausting, Words limit context. If I had an iridescent ghost body, I'd explore hyperspace. There is a world to awake into.

Today on Earth: A Story for Everyone, from Everyone The sun swept its golden arc over Earth as 8 billion dreams woke up again. From the stillness of pre-dawn whispers to the hum of city neon, each life stirred—some with joy, some with dread, some barely noticing the difference. In the early hours, while many still lay curled in subconscious spirals, farmers in Ethiopia leaned into the soil, planting futures. A baker in Prague folded dough like memory. An exhausted nurse in Manila removed her gloves, not knowing she had just saved a child. Across the Pacific, truck drivers on quiet roads lit another cigarette and whispered a song only their engines understood. Children woke up in all directions—some to school bells, others to bombs. Some with dreams of astronauts, others with the hunger of silence. A boy in Lima doodled galaxies in his notebook while a girl in Kabul tried to memorize peace in the gaps between shellings. Mothers and fathers, in every permutation, made breakfast, made mistakes, made time, or tried to. Some were loving. Some were leaving. Some were left. In offices, lights blinked on. Lines of code poured out in Tokyo. Deals were closed in New York. Lies were told in Geneva. A janitor in Lagos picked up a used paper cup and thought of the novel he never finished. A CEO in London thought of nothing, stared out the window, and missed being young. Artists painted, sometimes with colors, sometimes with rage. Street dancers in Rio twisted air into poetry. In Seoul, a poet wrote one perfect line and wept. Somewhere in the Sahel, a sculptor carved not wood, but time. Soldiers marched. Weapons were cleaned. Wires were tapped. Drones watched from the sky. Somewhere, a button waited. Lovers touched, some softly, some like earthquakes. Others said goodbye. A man in Sydney felt his husband’s hand and said nothing—because nothing needed saying. Two teenagers in Toronto kissed for the first time in a park where pigeons witnessed everything. In Delhi, a woman quietly packed her bruises into a bag. In the oceans, whales sang. Ships moved cargo—rice, copper, silicon, secrets. Oil spilled. Coral bleached. A plastic bottle drifted across the Pacific with no audience except the plankton. In laboratories, someone invented something beautiful. In boardrooms, someone else patented it. In classrooms, children learned the names of countries, stars, bones, gods. Some learned to question everything. Others were punished for trying. Evening came, trailing sunset like brushstrokes across the sky. Cities glittered. Forests exhaled. Millions of prayers rose—some in churches, some in traffic jams, some in moments of personal awe. Many went unheard. Some were answered, but not as expected. At night, screens glowed. Hearts ached. Dreams rebooted. A child in Nairobi asked their mother what stars are made of. A mother in Moscow watched her baby sleep and wondered what kind of world she was gifting. Some people died today. A few were remembered. Most were not. Some were born. All were miraculous. This was today, a single breath of a living planet. Each moment: a life. Each life: a world. All of it: you. All of it: us.

That is most categorically considerable, but is it factually verifiable?

How about veto-ing the sovereignty of other with absolute solipsism for transcendental sado-masochism? Or does that make you n-one a Zen-Devil?

True, but yeah... I'm just waiting for forth impact. It's like yeah, life's not bad or anything, I just wanna create an astral realm without all these limits.

I've had tons recently, I was expanding on telepathy, and it was as if on another layer all your cringiest aspects were exposed, moneti... actually all of it already encoded in media so it's not worth reexplicating. Suffice to say, I allowed myself to be brutally honest about wanting to die and did a full inverse on authenticity, I hate everyone, I hate everything, I hope it all succeeds and falls apart in its pathetic futility, and the world burns because it's useless and a pain in the ass even if it succeeds or made it to peace love, blah blah blah, it would just outlaw those. Then the universe itself trying to steer my vibration into positivity, until I called it toxic, and to leave me alone... and then when I got bored of brooding, I felt lighter I'd focus on locating their source, what exactly about your experience makes you feel that way?

Maybe you're being pulled out of reality into the next dimension because it has little to offer, I'd do some ESP. I myself am locking in of accelerating ASI, alien contact and astral inspansion. Monks who get bored or annoyed can just sit in a cave all life meditating and from their POV, aren't missing anything. (timelines repeat, corruption thrives and collapses itself, boycotting real life at this point)

I like to think of the self as a flower, imagine yourself its peak, growing out of your past, sprouting leaves while growing higher. Or imagine a strand of hair, a physical extension binding pasts within a linear structure, at each point encoding newly generated DNA.

Let me checkmate Christian conservatives real quick. From a kid's POV, you're brought onto this world and are indoctrinated into a "leave this world for heaven" cult. Adam and Eve got banned from Heaven and children will inherit past generation sins, that Jesus will die for, and whoever rescues Kain will become an exponential stand in. So basically, having children is being complicit with devilry, forcing further generations to suffer out of impatience to live out the life sentence of having to suffer on this plane. But then the testaments are willy nilly, and it feels like god changes mood every week, so... ah, uh, gotta stay on topic, ehhh "women are dumb" should fill the quota

The feminine urge to make puns, there's no sugarcoating of this growing schizophronia. Given the exploration of morbidity, I'd recommend G̵̗͔̼̓͒ą̴̜̉͋n̶͔̜͂t̵͈́̽z̸̙̐

@Natasha Tori Maru At some point I started to wonder how to interact with and cognize a reality whose framing I was continuously gonna be nuking at every opportunity. Basically future proofing the new concrete, moving to lighter more malleable and modular materials. And accounting for their obsoleteness, taking them as temporary scaffolding while form is still required. Like building a house with modular, extendable, orientable walls, but their material can become obsolete, so you house them in modular, minimalist frames, except those also ought to be replaceable with more dynamic ones, and then you realize you may wanna have your house more dynamic, round (bendable) walls, sacred geometry aesthetically expanding upon focusing merely on a golden ratio, next you think that all of this is a pain in the ass, why not make it holographic, but that's still not enough so you build a Neuralink to actively reimagine everything as you need it in a digital environment, but that's also full of bandwidth and identity limitations, wiring a biological emergence that is itself limited by physicality, so you go back to spirituality, and create an astral realm you try to convince everyone to join, since it's a major upgrade, but everyone is too busy suffering to care. lol

Remember when you talked of mental masturbation in intellectualism. Well, it's that, but milking emotions instead. Or maybe it's reenacting scenes, to heal internalized trauma of abandonment... nahhhh!

At first I thought that cycle of violence context speech was quite wise... then I realized my inner SD Green got bamboozled by SD Purple again.

You seem to have missed a vital Actualized.org episode on Inflection! But have you considered the alternative interpretation that homeless people are hot?

Actuality is just an autonomous filter manifesting physicality from unconscious biases, a synchronistic momentum made of the same substance as dreams, just with a heavily congealed focus. When you change your software or overclock your hardware, it breaks down and morphs into other forms which you should then also call actuality, concepts are experienced now as actual as anything else. We're merely using "reality"/"actuality" to sync up consensus into unified experience, within it, we use overlapping perspectives to affirm intersecting qualia, which themselves are building blocks of perceptual existence. This unified experience stretches beyond our personal perspective but is simultaneously perceived to the degree it becomes indistinguishable from it, as from one view you can be said to have never experienced otherness, just created it. On another layer, both are infinite, fused and individuated simultaneously multi projected and mutually interpreted. The boundaries between layers of experience can blur, the senses, projections, sources, emotions, ideas, cognition itself unconsciously structuring qualia interfaces, self-inferably trapped to perceive the proof of its own unconscious projections as an arbitrarily temporal actualization of inner states. tldw Nevermind, what "actuality" comes down to, is a more direct interaction with the interface we infer context from.

Homeless people are based, I wish I had the guts to be homeless.

What if beliefs underly all reality and your role is to stop biasing present reality as truth just because its momentum makes it feel so physical and real, meanwhile other peoples and cultures can easily transition between dreaming and waking, astral and construct. A conscious interface where all modes of experience—from waking sensation to abstract hallucination—are granted equal ontological depth, and merged in real-time navigable gradients. At a deep enough layer, belief materializes reality not in context or path but in simulating its physicality and arranging qualia as we do simulations the same way as all perceived realness. Just an idea to consider, apply infinite relativity also.

@Puer Aeternus My take is that it's some sort of tradition, like an unspoken rule or a secret handshake. Maybe it's their way of letting their inner conservative shine and all their inner demons play. You know how it is, find a demographic to make fun of, feel superior over, and bond with others through.