MuadDib

Dude craziest thing happened, I watched Emerald's new video on procrastination last night while I was wrapping up an essay for a psych class and went to bed early, in preparation for the big week ahead. I got up at 3:15 am, and when I was about to get into my ice bath, I clocked angel number 333 on my watch before immersing myself. So, I checked one of the channels and BOOM Happy Monday!

So I attract these two readers in my feed constantly, how does this work for people? Is it just supposed to prompt self reflection, or is there an underlying theory/intuition behind it all. Ladies please help. 🙏

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Your story really resonates with me. I’ve felt “different” ... not special, just out of step ever since childhood and have been isolated throughout my life, both as a function of circumstance any my own proclivities. Outside two long-distance relationships, I’ve had only one close friend, and most interactions feel one-sided: I read others well enough but rarely sense the same reciprocity. The social anxiety I carried into adolescence/young adulthood has mostly faded. I served as school captain at one of the (many) schools I attended, delivering half-hour speeches to hundreds of students each week, then repeated the experience overseas in a new language while living with host families on my own before the age of 18. Public speaking and meeting strangers no longer frighten me. Yet my social muscles sometimes feel atrophied and my will to connect ossified to the point of no return. Solitude offers freedom and insight, but without the guardrails of regular human contact, sanity and emotional balance can drift into risky waters. Barry at the pub just wants to discuss football; Suzie down the street dreams of crochet projects and repainting her house. As the years pass, my quiet weirdness feels less endearing and more like looming exile. Recently, though, I’ve been deeply relaxing into plain ordinariness, as you say, allowing myself to be just another human being with a simple life. It’s unexpectedly calming, and I’m beginning to discover a steadier, richer sense of "balance", I guess you could say that can function as a healthy ground to step off of. (:

I disagree. your concept of intelligence feels too narrow. AI can enhance communication, which is a distinct skill from many forms of intelligence. Take riding a bicycle, for example: my internalized knowledge of how to ride doesn't become more or less valid depending on whether I explain it through AI or write it out myself using my own communication abilities. Sure, some people use AI out of laziness, without any real understanding behind their words. It's just that now every ignorant, arrogant, pigheaded prick has been handed the gift of the gab. What a time to be alive! 🌈🦄🌈 Note: AI was used to edit this post

There are 78 cards in a standard tarot deck. So that's 78! Makes sense. Feels right. Universal mind speaking through a random sequence likely never to be repeated ever again and interpreted by a human, to be reinterpreted by another human on the receiving end. So magical.

Truly inspirational attitude! Sorry for commenting in your space. 🤐

Out beyond sanity and insanity is 25gr dried shrooms. I'll meet you there.

"Science has a 400 year history of being wrong about everything" - me in 10th grade.

You guys should watch this game show "Alone". Each season is held in a different country. Contestants are dropped off in the wilderness at various sites about 10-20km away from each other. They get a few basic tools; hatchet, skillet, knife, waterbottle, para cord etc. And a short intensive training course about their area, its dangers e.g. poisonous mushrooms etc. The last man/woman standing wins $250k or something. They vlog themselves and it's fun to witness how quickly enthusiasm wanes. Nobody has ever made it to 100 days, one season even offered a $500k prize to anyone who could break that milestone. By day 50 everyone is fucked, and by day 75 only the shell of a person remains. These are skilled outdoor people. Makes you realise how much we've strayed from our ancestral roots, and how godly a hot shower and a warm meal are.

I'm not overlooking the relativity of profit, as stated: You are overlooking the relativity of the definition of profit. The Liver King's millions aren't going to be worth much when the net effect of eroded public trust, international business relations, and a corroded political climate results in his ice lake and local bank being nuked by Iran. Loosely speaking, that's a loss.

Some of my musings on the Liver King post: Notice the connection between pollution of the information ecosystem and massive profits. Contemplate why the two go together. How are they connected? Why does polluting the information ecosystem generate so much profit? At first glance, it seems absurd how a falsehood can outearn accuracy when accuracy is what keeps societies, markets and science running. Digital platforms, advertising markets and human psychology are all wired in ways that let “dirty” information such rumour, hype, outrage, half-truth circulate more cheaply, rapidly and “stickily” than well sourced facts. Profit flows to the polluter as "truth" has structural disadvantages. Truth here is pragmatic rather than metaphysical: a claim is “true” when it corresponds to observable reality and survives a good faith process of public checking (peer review, investigative reporting, replication, etc.). That process is resource intensive. (Slow editors, lab equipment, legal review, travel, cross-checking, as well as general education) Long-term damages are often offloaded onto others. Informational health is the net capacity of a community to model reality accurately enough to make sound decisions and draw valid conclusions and extrapolate from the available information. A healthy ecosystem fosters feedback loops (critique, correction, transparency) that keep collective models aligned with the "real" world. Short term, it is profitable for the polluter to bypass the friction of truth and hijack more primitive urges; however, long-term costs are severe, as over a long horizon, healthy information ecosystems do support higher aggregate wealth (functioning markets, public health, stable democracies, etc.). Truth’s handicap is not inherent dullness; it is systemic mispricing. Digital markets currently treat attention as gold and veracity as sand. Until the external costs of polluted information are factored onto the polluter’s balance sheet, or until platforms and audiences reward epistemic hygiene, dirty content will continue to generate private fortunes while the collective bears the cost. The question, then, is no longer why pollution pays, but whether we’re willing to pay the higher up front costs of a cleaner public sphere, or keep paying the hidden, compounded costs of letting the filth flow. Polluting the information ecosystem is NOT profitable in the end.

I wish myioko was here to comment on all the recent Mormon posts, lol. Sadly she stopped posting years ago because she couldn't handle the grating misogyny that courses through the veins of this place and didn't want any of her art assosciated with it. It's never going to change. Men are too self decieved and self biased.

Male lizards are fabulous, and in many species of reptiles, females are the dominant sex.

@Natasha Tori Maru Reading your breakdown of flirtation feels like watching someone diagram 4d chess. A single well-timed quip can lighten the mood, map the emotional terrain, and nudge everyone toward a cooperative orbit. No small feat. What really resonates is that “Gotcha!” spark you mention. For me it’s less a volley over a net and more like two code-breakers realising they’ve cracked the same pattern in the same instant. That shared click says, “You see the subtext too.” People often assume that kind of banter is effortless. They miss the quiet observation, the mental dress-rehearsals, the constant fine-tuning so wit lands as warmth instead of shrapnel. Keeping that radar on all day can be oddly draining and isolating in the face of so much contact, which is why a stretch of solitude afterward paradoxically feels like flipping the breaker and letting the circuits cool. Your point about laughter as a strategic anchor is spot-on. A genuine laugh softens defences faster than any memo; once it’s there, steering everyone toward the shared goal feels less like compliance, more like collaboration. It’s emotional aikido rather than manipulation. Anyway, thanks for articulating the craft so cleanly. It’s reassuring to meet others who treat light-hearted wordplay as both science and art. People who know that beneath the sparkle is a serious intent: making the room feel a little lighter and everyone in it a little less alone, while still getting the job done. Even if the price you pay is loneliness.

blast from the past https://www.actualized.org/insights/my-apology-01 Pretty sure there was another one on the importance of not using truth to hurt people.

Perhaps women are better at gauging the relative truths of individual subjectivity, i.e. reality mapping the subjective spaces of people, and men at overarching objectivity. My point still stands that if you want Truth, you need to master both. Try building a plane without the cooperation of other people and their diverse internal landscapes, or without a society of people to produce the materials needed and afford you the time to actually sit down, crunch Reynolds numbers, apply Bernoulli's theorems and such. This response would be most conducive to a good, long-term relationship. It blends objectivity with empathy; if she has a problem with this, she'd best look for someone else. Other responses: "No you don't look fat"; she knows she's fat, and knows you're willing to lie to make her feel better, it's good in the moment to keep the peace, but now she doubts your ability to stand up to her and will shit test you. "Yes you're a whale." She knows it, and knows you don't care about her feelings, not good in the moment, but might be beneficial long term. She trusts your ability to stand up to her, but now doubts your love and will shit test you.

Shes asking a question to probe for a deeper truth. Namely, do you love me in spite of my flaws? Truth is the handmaiden of Love.

I'd say masculinity prioritises thinking over feeling. Not necessarily truth over feeling. Is thought a better vehicle to arrive at truth? Perhaps, but I'm not entirely convinced. It might simply be the case that survival is generally easier as a man, and so truth seeking is easier. Not so much that men have a higher intrinsic capacity for it because of their masculinity. Men and women don't generally value truth primarily. They value survival, and truth insofar as it augments survival. Women meet their objectives primarily through feelings, and men with thinking.

True, and if nobody ever cared about your feelings, held you close at night, reminded you of the truths of beauty, love, friendship, warmth, you'd find unhealthy coping strategies (drugs/alcohol) or commit suicide under the weight of it all. Only amplifying suffering. Else you become jaded or traumatised and actively inflict more suffering on the world and others. This is a more accurate and holistic view of things. As horrific as child slavery is, child slaves in Africa find moments of joy in their lives. It's also true that bacon and/or a well made salad are delicious. How else does one get fat? All I'm saying is you need both for effective survival, and therefore truth seeking.