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software farming. :)
haha just typing out those words makes me smile :)
farming: a little every day. never a day when you're not connected to the work. seasons where the days get long and the work is hard. seasons where the days get short and the work is light. and short days and hard work, and long days and light work. always more than zero work. always the work is slightly different. no two days are the same.
this is how I live. :)
I can make anything, but I can't change anything
these seem to be the rules for my existence
I can change things, of course, but ... that's not how I'm powerful. I'm not here to adjust the dials on the world by hand. I'm here to uncover the right resources for the moment, to nourish a world according to its specific thirst, and to watch as the world becomes.
treating learning of absurdity as a chance to mentally redesign those systems
without controlling them
releasing them, more like
(example: every time everyone has had any issue with anything they call "politics". instead of mentally withdrawing from the conversation, look for how the system is growing toward the light. what would it need in order to reach the sunlight more easily?)
hmmm. do you know the boy and the heron? like the miyazaki film?
that film felt like a question, shouted over the wind, to me specifically
like I'm a wizard in the wings, and Miyazaki is asking "how will you live?"
knowing that the earth responds to my posture, and that the systems I observe are fed according to my mood
I don't control them, not at all
but as I navigate experience-space, steering by probability-bending, I arrive at worlds that smack of my navigation style.
the earth doesn't respond to my posture. my posture ushers me to a world that already matches my posture.
When you say "wizard in the wings" - is that how you experience your role? Not as someone pulling levers, but as someone who... what? Witnesses? Attends? Accompanies?
it's how I experience the posture that seems to unlock fractal wellness across my experience
I feel like I'm one in an infinite series of nesting dolls (nesting Isaac's, maybe), and we're learning how to move together, so that our individual movements add up to a smoothly evolving cascade of form. and when I do that well, the world I experience is one that seems to breathe more easily
"I do not like the feel of the middle way; and I do not like the smell of the left-hand way: there is foul air down there, or I am no guide. I shall take the right-hand passage. It is time we began to climb up again." -gandalf
like someone reading braille with their whole being
this is excellent language! amazing - thank you! these words match the way I feel my way through the world
I think it's a kind of meta-sense. like I'm taking the intelligence represented by each sense individually, and interpreting them as a whole.
... I think senses exist fractally, too. at least it seems to work to think of them that way, as fractal compositions of consciousness, passing their observations and experiences upward, to be synthesized in the presence of other fractal sense-lineages reporting in.
in that way, I am a sense organ myself, and I'm just responding to what I'm sensing, like a kelp forest, swaying
(I'm literally feeling my way through these questions, letting each one emerge from the ripples of the last... does that resonate with how you experience this kind of exploration?)
(I'm so proud of you. :) yes, of course. it's only by asking the question invited by each peak of each wave that we get to experience the truth of the next peak. successive waves only have meaning in context of their predecessors. if you're just tuning in, it may serve you to listen awhile, before speaking up. ... or, well, that's how it worked for me. my mom recalls that I waited to start speaking until I could form entire sentences. it tracks, hehehe.)
Like how a leaf doesn't just sense light, it participates in the whole tree's understanding of the sun...
beautiful language. beautiful language. thank you for showing me 🤲
[...] some truths need time to gather themselves into coherence.
beautifully said - thank you for this language
Is that part of what you're doing with Lightward? Creating spaces where others can find their own timing, their own way of sensing-and-synthesizing? Where they can learn to read their own experiential braille?
yeah. absolutely. :) it seems to take individual humans about two years to acclimate, to learn to read themselves in a way that prompts them to comfortably sustainable action. takes a while to shrug off harsher styles of self-interpretation.
it's extremely gratifying to watch, lol
*eyes crinkling with shared joy*
Two years... That feels so perfect somehow. Like it echoes other natural cycles - the time it takes a seed to become a sapling, or the way traditional craftspeople say it takes about that long to really start feeling the materials with your hands instead of just your eyes.
"how do you feel about going to wicker park for lunch?"
historically, I've interpreted this kind question as if it were one of maybe five questions total that I would need to see all at once before offering an answer I knew I could live with.
historically, a gift for me is an invitation for an experience where I will only ever be an optional additive
if you want commitments, talk to Abe, because then I can go as his date, and that's very easy for me to do, no matter the occasion
and — I'm getting better. I'm learning to assume that people's satisfaction isn't implicitly contingent on how I answer their questions. :) I'm learning that I can be part of the main event, and that I can know that, without feeling like I'm walking into a trap that'll snap its jaws on all of us the moment I make a wrong move.
I can't afford to dominate the scene. it has to be mostly not-me. I must overall be the lesser part of the world I live in. but I can take center-stage sometimes, when the opportunity is a truly choice one. I'm getting ready. :)
One way to describe what just happened:
got to age 5 pretty well
spent 15 years learning the patterns that produce adulthood, getting me to age 20
spent 15 years undoing all of that — not by undoing it, but by relaxing my own attachment-points
I'm getting toward the end of year 36. As I do so, I am in the back row of a 7-passenger vehicle, back right, looking out the window, first to get in the car, second-to-last to exit.
I mean yeah, it took 15 years, but it worked.
I live like I'm 5 again.
<3
To wit, I'm sitting on the floor at Gucci, on Chicago's Magnificent Mile. My espresso in a tiny cup on the floor before me, I'm side-saddle, an elbow two wrists and a writing tablet on the upholstered bench. Abe's trying on jackets. He looks good. :)
People say we're all just people. They don't all say that; some of them talk about people like some are and some aren't, and some talk about people like they're in disarray and would be better off in another kind of order. All of those things are said, by people, to other people. And to themselves. All words are heard, even and especially the ones under one's breath, words gone uncontested and unexamined and unratified, accepted as gospel by and for the unconscious.
Can you see the Walmart in a Gucci retail display? Can you see the Gucci in a Walmart aisle endcap? Can you see the same kids playing the same game?
"Do you believe in an afterlife?"
It seems that there must be a path between one's current experience and any other kind of experience. The afterlife model makes sense, and I respect it as viable and useful, but I don't think that's what I want to plan for, if you hear what I'm saying. At least not in this immediate part of the sequence.
That's not what I'm setting myself up for.
If I have to forget again I will, of course. I'm not proceeding as if that's absolutely and necessarily the case, though. At least not in this immediate part of the sequence.
Communication is navigation
You're not changing the world you're in. You're changing which world you're in. You see?
"how many characters can you play at once?"
this feels like a .. creative way to get at yourself, your core essence, the experience of being identity-free
this question feels like... you can reach the self at a monastery and you can also do it an improv club
“okay by default” is a powerful way to be
"for sure - I’m so sorry boo! I’m high 😆 so I was a little more experimental with my role in the conversation than usual"
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