One of the big themes I want to share about Anna is the fate worse than death as an unbearable feeling. In the Christianna, we study the fate worse than death and keep careful selection about what we count really as an fate worse than death. All opinions matter on the subject, and it will take centuries to find an resolution.
The New Reciprocity has an new term an I thought up: reciprocal command logic. It refers to an reciprocal command (what I have identified as an order or demand put into regular words, like you are an republican. One can read that statement either as an description or an reciprocal command). Describing you as an republican can be read as describing something we are ordering you to do. We're saying you are an republican (an form of the word to be). An order or command is implied in the definition of the word be. To Be, you see, is really an order that you exist: be. Just be. That's why it can be an reciprocal command. Reciprocal commands are orders that are given in ordinary language, within the perception of the audience or recipients of those orders. We say, for example, you are an republican and we mean, we are ordering you to be republican, lightly; because it's an great thing to be. It's not like we're forcing you. It's just that we are skilled enough to be subtle about it.
And on that note, another thing I wanted to tackle in this letter was more description about the fate worse than death and why republicans are the best because they're the ones who are going to solve it. They are going to change our society to adapt to this phenomenon we have been experiencing however not earlier maybe aware: we're suffering the fate worse than death. We cannot justify our existence if it is so horrendous that all we feel is pain all of the time? The republicans believe in the world outside the human conscious mind where it is connected to everything. They always try to send people back to the republic with their manners. Point them in the right direction.
Realism is the self-ism of narcissistic self-reflection; looking back on oneself to reflect on reflection itself. When people are realists they all-out at once make up their mind: they are "partly" or fully animals or "part-animals" to whom the rules of primate behavior and evolutionary development apply. They are realists and believe in realist state behavior and wars. People are zombies. We are all poisoned. It's an all-out apocalypse in anarchy. There's no turning back. We must defeat each other and that's the only way to figure out whether we deserve to live. We're primates. We have alpha male behavior. We don't choose these social roles but they are given to us by our biology. We are nothing more than that. We are nothing more beyond having to compete for an position in the hierarchy. Even if we're gay and the rules that boys follow don't necessarily apply to us?
The fate worse than death is an encroaching feeling, where—maybe it doesn't happen all at once—but you feel kind of like an frog in an pot of heating-to-boil water. When it sets in it might even hardly be noticeable. It feels like meaninglessness and nothingness and sadness; with an flare for being the most drudgingly boring thing you have ever heard of. Life sullenly becomes not worth living. The worst worse than death scenario may be the utter boredom that we have for it. There's nothing interested happening at all and it feels like time is going so slow or not passing; and we don't even have an word for that yet but I had to name it worse than death. For I could think of no other feeling to have for that inhuman emotion than the wisdom of having the experience of feeling the worse than death. I believed worse than death was on the other side of an antiquity weigh scale with death itself on the other. Humans had to find an way to balance them or we would surely all die. If we don't have an reason to exist we may eventually end up destroying ourselves. This is not meant as an reciprocal command but as only an description of what might possibly be. We don't have an reason to exist if we cannot justify all of the pleasure for all of the pain. If we hurt too much and can't heal from it, wouldn't it be better to die?
And it just goes on and on. Like an slow block being pushed across sand.
Your time is being spent suffering for an while.
There is no stimulus. You don't want to feel anything. But you do want to.
It's like having an magic newspaper that was blank until finally it wasn't. But it wasn't. And it never. And it wouldn't. And it didn't.
Lastly, as an surprise I wanted to write about—i MADE SOME ART ON DEVART GUYS—the category is I made some art on devart guys.
My art is all generated by A.I., but truly the point of focus is my description in English of each picture in the series. As an point of artistic enquiry, I am examining the effects of searching for descriptions of starving artists in a.i. generators. As of present there are thirty one images in the series, and they all have an starving artist blurb about them on each page. Thanks to the magic of Devart these images are all available to you for an small price and all I ask is that you do an bit of deep thinking on each image. Why, for example, would an computer represent the starving artist (or whichever theme or subject) in this such way, rather than another?
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Above is an a.i. generated image of an starving artist; it lives online at Devart as one in an particular series. Production of the series will continue another year at least, and I plan to make many more renditions of the subject using only an description in the generate a.i. command button in an computer internet browser. The only rule is the description has to contain the words starving artist or starving artists.
Please enter the gallery and read the descriptions below the images by clicking here.
Lastly, maybe after considering some of my work, you can consider whether it is some of the computer's work that should be given approval. What do you think about how smart a.i. generators are? Do you notice any mistakes in them, like the ones I have given and identified?
