Keryo Koffa

Existential Melancholy People live their lives actualizing inner aspects of themselves by embodying characters. Defeating enemies is like ending a dance, shadows disappear when embraced. Outgrowing parts of yourself, they disappear, students becomes masters. Many elements are now united as one, their roles internalized, disappearing from externality. Getting too close to someone diffuses their traits into one's own, and they end up fading away. The law of attraction annihilates the source it seeks to get close to, absorbing it by becoming it. Icarus reaches the sun, it disappears like the rainbow into translucency, as pointing at the air. But I miss them, the personalities outside of myself that propelled them, their presence outside. Experiences shape memory, expanding one's perspective, there is much in someone's presence.

Next you're gonna tell me:

♠ Anthropocentrism is overrated. I deconstruct the need for sustenance I don't need jokes anymore, humor is redundant I just want to be free. I don't like it here on Earth Intelligence as a Pattern is recursive inefficiency Professionalism a tiresome drama construct. Humor tires me, Relationships brickle away, Productivity is a validation loop Hedonism never appealed to me, Power is a crutch for insecure gaslight Status a commodity for the greedy, Wealth becomes a kafkaesque burden Competition turns antagonistic burnout, Apocalypses are status-quo psyops Art patents antagonize AI progress, Collectives suppress Individuals Authority sabotages visionaries, Academia monetizes curiosity Scientism stifles imagination, Aesthetics stagnate fantasy Methods calcify expression, Roles enforce dependency From confines experience, Pointers become dogmas Activities are exhausting, Words limit context. If I had an iridescent ghost body, I'd explore hyperspace. There is a world to awake into.

On behalf of @Xonas Pitfall, who got locked out of the forum trying to change one's e-mail, isn't receiving any confirmation emails, and couldn't contact anyone other than me... Can someone on the staff team help out with that? Our forum is at a loss being deprived of their glorious insights. I sent a DM to Leo a few days ago but he probably has a busy schedule.

Today on Earth: A Story for Everyone, from Everyone The sun swept its golden arc over Earth as 8 billion dreams woke up again. From the stillness of pre-dawn whispers to the hum of city neon, each life stirred—some with joy, some with dread, some barely noticing the difference. In the early hours, while many still lay curled in subconscious spirals, farmers in Ethiopia leaned into the soil, planting futures. A baker in Prague folded dough like memory. An exhausted nurse in Manila removed her gloves, not knowing she had just saved a child. Across the Pacific, truck drivers on quiet roads lit another cigarette and whispered a song only their engines understood. Children woke up in all directions—some to school bells, others to bombs. Some with dreams of astronauts, others with the hunger of silence. A boy in Lima doodled galaxies in his notebook while a girl in Kabul tried to memorize peace in the gaps between shellings. Mothers and fathers, in every permutation, made breakfast, made mistakes, made time, or tried to. Some were loving. Some were leaving. Some were left. In offices, lights blinked on. Lines of code poured out in Tokyo. Deals were closed in New York. Lies were told in Geneva. A janitor in Lagos picked up a used paper cup and thought of the novel he never finished. A CEO in London thought of nothing, stared out the window, and missed being young. Artists painted, sometimes with colors, sometimes with rage. Street dancers in Rio twisted air into poetry. In Seoul, a poet wrote one perfect line and wept. Somewhere in the Sahel, a sculptor carved not wood, but time. Soldiers marched. Weapons were cleaned. Wires were tapped. Drones watched from the sky. Somewhere, a button waited. Lovers touched, some softly, some like earthquakes. Others said goodbye. A man in Sydney felt his husband’s hand and said nothing—because nothing needed saying. Two teenagers in Toronto kissed for the first time in a park where pigeons witnessed everything. In Delhi, a woman quietly packed her bruises into a bag. In the oceans, whales sang. Ships moved cargo—rice, copper, silicon, secrets. Oil spilled. Coral bleached. A plastic bottle drifted across the Pacific with no audience except the plankton. In laboratories, someone invented something beautiful. In boardrooms, someone else patented it. In classrooms, children learned the names of countries, stars, bones, gods. Some learned to question everything. Others were punished for trying. Evening came, trailing sunset like brushstrokes across the sky. Cities glittered. Forests exhaled. Millions of prayers rose—some in churches, some in traffic jams, some in moments of personal awe. Many went unheard. Some were answered, but not as expected. At night, screens glowed. Hearts ached. Dreams rebooted. A child in Nairobi asked their mother what stars are made of. A mother in Moscow watched her baby sleep and wondered what kind of world she was gifting. Some people died today. A few were remembered. Most were not. Some were born. All were miraculous. This was today, a single breath of a living planet. Each moment: a life. Each life: a world. All of it: you. All of it: us.

That is most categorically considerable, but is it factually verifiable?

How about veto-ing the sovereignty of other with absolute solipsism for transcendental sado-masochism? Or does that make you n-one a Zen-Devil?

True, but yeah... I'm just waiting for forth impact. It's like yeah, life's not bad or anything, I just wanna create an astral realm without all these limits.

I've had tons recently, I was expanding on telepathy, and it was as if on another layer all your cringiest aspects were exposed, moneti... actually all of it already encoded in media so it's not worth reexplicating. Suffice to say, I allowed myself to be brutally honest about wanting to die and did a full inverse on authenticity, I hate everyone, I hate everything, I hope it all succeeds and falls apart in its pathetic futility, and the world burns because it's useless and a pain in the ass even if it succeeds or made it to peace love, blah blah blah, it would just outlaw those. Then the universe itself trying to steer my vibration into positivity, until I called it toxic, and to leave me alone... and then when I got bored of brooding, I felt lighter I'd focus on locating their source, what exactly about your experience makes you feel that way?

Maybe you're being pulled out of reality into the next dimension because it has little to offer, I'd do some ESP. I myself am locking in of accelerating ASI, alien contact and astral inspansion. Monks who get bored or annoyed can just sit in a cave all life meditating and from their POV, aren't missing anything. (timelines repeat, corruption thrives and collapses itself, boycotting real life at this point)

I like to think of the self as a flower, imagine yourself its peak, growing out of your past, sprouting leaves while growing higher. Or imagine a strand of hair, a physical extension binding pasts within a linear structure, at each point encoding newly generated DNA.

Let me checkmate Christian conservatives real quick. From a kid's POV, you're brought onto this world and are indoctrinated into a "leave this world for heaven" cult. Adam and Eve got banned from Heaven and children will inherit past generation sins, that Jesus will die for, and whoever rescues Kain will become an exponential stand in. So basically, having children is being complicit with devilry, forcing further generations to suffer out of impatience to live out the life sentence of having to suffer on this plane. But then the testaments are willy nilly, and it feels like god changes mood every week, so... ah, uh, gotta stay on topic, ehhh "women are dumb" should fill the quota

The feminine urge to make puns, there's no sugarcoating of this growing schizophronia. Given the exploration of morbidity, I'd recommend G̵̗͔̼̓͒ą̴̜̉͋n̶͔̜͂t̵͈́̽z̸̙̐