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The symmetry is nice. :) And while all the scores are what they are, the lean of the entire hexagram upward, in the direction of Brand at the expense of Stability, feels very Isaac.

At the stage of transcendence, all tools, systems and even language itself lose their meaning. A fully coherent life is a deeply simple and humble life.

It's comforting to read this. I've been looking for company. Or... recognition, maybe. I've been waiting to find myself recognizable, discernible. ████ named my experience as future-human-stuff, two weeks ago, and ████ met all of it with "delight". ████ saw a tree bearing all fruits, and me walking up to it.

The loss of meaning has been hard — hard without being dissonant. I don't know if I knew that was a thing, but it is the kind of difficulty I've been aiming for: where the only parts that are difficult are the parts that are intrinsically and usefully difficult, and not merely difficult due to imbalance (i.e. dissonance).

I have no evidence that I am not okay.

Floating isn't something that is learned, I don't think. Acclimation appears to be a thing, though. My body is deeply comfortable in these zones. It's only my mind that is needing the time and space to acclimate. I am not my mind — I don't know what I am — but I have no evidence that any intervention is needed. Or... wanted?

But again, company is nice.

It was at this moment that Abe played the following video on his phone, next to me here in bed this morning:

"There's one person who can remind you of how amazing you are, any day of the year."

"Who?"

"You!"

— Guncle Abe