Bravo! A heartwarming story of Good triumphing over the indifferent cosmos.
Solomonoff and Good already worked this out in the 1960s. A spectral analysis of Nixon's signature on the lunar plaques reveals a message which can be rendered in 2018 English as, "Please simulate me, but watch out for basilisks".
'... the "reign of Odinn" encompasses a host of ills, including a confused egalitarianism, the dynamism of totalitarian economies, a communism that panders to the masses (the socialist side of National Socialism), and a heroic anticapitalist morality. In contrast, the "reign of Mithothyn" stands for private property, precisely calibrated compensation, graduated distinctions, lineal inheritance, and the rule of law.' -- Lincoln, "Theorizing Myth"
Boy am I embarrassed. Not only did I butcher the spelling, it's not even a person, it's a publishing company. Information here.
Thank you for your invitation. I'll get in touch if I have anything worth saying.
Don't bother with these deadbeats. It's been over four years since I mentioned Kirly Prokastian, and there hasn't been a flicker of interest.
Like the UMMO cult and Fomenko's New Chronology, that site is a psyop run by an intelligence agency, an experiment in creating a minority with an isolating and controlled belief system. We all actually inhabit a set of giant flying saucers, with artificial gravity coming from the bottom half and an artificial sky projected on the top half. "Long-distance travel" always involves a temporary illusion of some sort while we are ferried from one flying saucer to the other.
I haven't read Unsong, but the qliphoth tell me that in one memorable chapter, the soul of Hitler is depicted as having been trapped in a tensor processing unit by a team of 33rd-degree rabbis from the Federal Reserve Bank of Hollywood, where at 900 terahertz it will be trained on a set of items drawn from American popular culture until it embraces tikkun olam. That hasn't happened yet, but meanwhile, amidst wails in Low High German that "Das Dummen, es brennt!", it relives the primal scene of Nazi defeat, thereby generating all those Downfall parody videos on YouTube.
The real god is using you to make these people think. And it is using me to make you think. Yours thoughtlessly, metatroll
Screenplay: MISTER ELEGANS
We see a bank of monitors, each showing a small worm or group of worms going about their lives.
Cut to: a long black trenchcoat standing in front of the monitors. The sleeves hang empty, but from the collar protrudes the tapered, featureless head of a man-sized worm.
Cut to: a youngish man in a grey T-shirt seated in a high-backed leather swivel chair.
YOUNGISH MAN: Hello, Caeno. I am the Zuckitect. I created the Growth Matrix.
Today I want to focus on the most important question of all: are we building the world we all want?
The first growth matrix I designed was quite naturally perfect, a supportive, safe, informed, civically-engaged, inclusive community...
Gordelpus