07 January 2021

Post Classic Modern

I'd made the promise to write everyday without worrying about writing about politics or worse, something recently after it happened, as to tell a salient narrative or an incoherent truth, which isn't what it isn't and is what it is, and then there was something something never discussed, besides the times that are after the fact too little too late and the pitiful crowns of confidence without so much as a riddle to rest them, and now it has come that time again. 

It was first to fame the fires of the sun, and brag about the cool breeze from the shadows where the ashes now remain, but it fell into the memory hole and forget the contemplative auto-generated element of surprise despite the button clicked, but the seats of power made from the same resurfacing phoenix power, the objectivist truth is that the the blame is ignorance and chasing the wrong questions while struggling with saving each other from the incentivised starving poets now become pundits, and the charlatans on the sidelines, and while that's all true, naming them as what they've been, but somehow envious that pawns removed from the board with monopoly money could at random mobilize the crosshatch beyond any four walls over a weekend, and answer the clamor and survive the ambition almost by accident, and for becoming martyrs this time as clines. 

There are ways to isolate some variables at a constant and some constant at an individual variable, to balance solves the knowable, the equilibrium is a substrate and balance for a function of a mechanism or wavelength of a signal, as like a segment of society. If a desired and even if a biased outcome is deserved, desired, some variables are the wrong answer, and some formulas are the wrong mechanism, and the wrong problems could be solved becoming an error in an outcome, from before and after, predestined for all without perfection. 

Trying to distance from the harder questions could be one side, and with what can be ignored, and there can be answers old and archaic a problem from nothing, romanticized infantilization of discovery that real survivors will have all variables solved, including our place in guessing the traditions, in placating the truth, in replicating the confidence at great cost, in ignoring the warnings like a coin in well, when even the key isn't present or missing, the answers we seek are to chaotic  evolution, it is time to stop admitting everything is chaos. 

Everything is not a one or a zero, conflict isn't normal, one should be happy to exist, zero is without. There is a trick to end things in a different order, but all the parts are simply there, circumstance instead of censorship, which lying about the equation will answers never find, and which getting two things wrong will make us never mind, this is all common sense and we are all rooting like flexible trees for our favorite weather with the memory dealers chasing the storm of the week, while fighting for seeds to survive, even the lowest animals can evolve to respect each other. 

"Are modern ideas more memorable than the more classical ideas?" inspirobot