the silent war that governs everything that happens

You can think of the universe as a virtually infinite fluid dynamics system.

Every system has multiple vector (arrow) components contributing to the system behavior. And each system behavior is a vector of an even larger system. Ultimately, the largest system, that encompasses the whole universe and all systems contained in it, is entropy. All things converge to equilibrium - that is, with our current understanding of the universe, of course.

Applying this to our society we can divide it as a complex system and its subsystems. From the smallest actions constituting vectors, to their collective convergence leading to nations starting wars and making economic decisions.

But there’s a key difference in the systems of humans: we reason. Differently than other species and other entities in general, our “actions”, our vectors, have intent. This is intent is derived from our individual model of reality. So, naturally, those with more sophisticated models can take actions with higher accuracy to achieve their goals. Those that can model and predict the effect of their actions with greater accuracy will have a disproportional effect on the convergence of the whole system. And, sadly, human cognitive abilities are not equal on all individuals.

These individuals - lets call them “thinkers” - that have a higher effect on the overall direction that the human race all eventually realize this, the ability that they have that most don’t. And once they do they have a choice to make: use this ability for the greater good, or for themselves. We see this everywhere: billionaires using their wealth to gain political power to become even more powerful; philanthropists trying to create institutions that will outlive them; scientists dedicating their lives to solving humanities toughest problems; teachers; and so on.

Although on a low level, I consider myself a thinker - and one that wants to use their abilities to the greater good of the human species. But while trying to do so I realized something: there are many places for people that want to use their abilities for personal gains to gather, but not many for those that want the greater good. I haven’t yet found a place where I can find people that also understand this and want to do something about it. People that recognize that thinkers have a responsibility to employ their abilities on improving the living conditions of the human race.

My writing is an attempt at that. We need to gather, organize and start creating communities that others can find.

the saddest creature that can exist

We, crazy/genius people, hold this immense power: we can deliberately influence the common sense, the collective consciousness, the soul of humanity. This is a power that we must use with extreme responsibility.

The only thing we have is our subjective reality. The only universe one has access to is the universe that their own senses delivers to them. And this universe comes to us through the lenses of our worldview, of our ideology. So by changing our perception we effectively change the universe.

The closes thing we have to an objective reality is the shared reality: the common vectors of everyone’s own universes. This is common sense. This is what we can gain the power to alter. We can change objective reality.

You can become a god that alters reality if you want. The hard part is not ending up in a psychiatric yard while doing so. - me, just now

You do so by attaining free will. A momentarily state that can only be achieved by taking the recursive process of being aware of being aware to its limits. Of understanding your whole cognitive processes, biases and limitations to the fullest of your potential. In that moment you have the power to change the course of changing human history. Of taking actions that are not dictated by the collective consciousness but instead dictates how it is going to flow from now on (even if ever so slightly).

But that comes at a price. The same thing that gives you the power of being a god to other humans - being incomprehensible, and therefore, unpredictable and uncontrollable - will make you lonely.

with great powers comes great loneliness

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We humans, are in a perpetual motion of alternating between being the environment to actors and being the actors ourselves. The more you are aware of your own existence, limitations, capacities and processes the more meaning your actions have. The bigger the effect they’ll have on others. The more energy is applied through the use of a tool, the bigger the final effect. Your brain - and what you call “myself - is just a tool.

The best actors are not acting.

In the state of godhood there’s no perceptible conscious thought. You are so aware of the moment, of you, of everything that there is no cognitive space left to register that you are thinking. There’s no need to register the awareness of being, you simply are.

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Esoteric knowledge of various sorts talk about this state. I myself made heavy use of zen meditation. I practiced it, understood the cognitive technology behind it and learned to use it in day to day life. I then studied many other esoteric/religious/mystic traditions to better understand the processes in the human mind.

Ultimately, the only knowledge that exists is about ourselves. If you delve deep into any field of knowledge and analyze the frontier of human knowledge, you’ll end up be talking about the human mind, it’s perceptions, biases and limitations.

There’s a fun dichotomy in a methodological study of spiritual knowledge: you’re searching for the understanding of the topic that doesn’t need faith, but you can only get there with resolute faith. To truly understand the mechanism behind the spiritual tradition, you have to believe in it so much that your desire to understand to deepen your faith leads you to realizing why that faith came to exist in the first place and what it is actually trying to teach - even if “it” itself doesn’t realize. It’s a kind of controlled madness that takes a life to master. I in no shape or form claim to have mastered it, to do so would be to prove that I still have ways to go.

But if you paid attention to what I’ve written so far you realized that this state can’t be maintained without active intention - at very least at the start, the more you do it the more natural it becomes. The moment you stop changing yourself you become understandable, predictable, controllable; part of the environment. It’s a constant process of being modified by the collective consciousness as you live in the real world, and in the return modifying it. And in the process, modifying yourself.

But this comes with a cost: you’ll die at each moment and live anew in the next one. This is will cause you much grief at first. Unbearably so. But persist enough and even that will change. The grief of your own death will stop being a burden. And at that point you’ll stop being human. You’ll just be you, and that will suffice.

Plato’s cave is just the first layer of an infinite recursive cave system

Since very early in my life I’ve been obsessed with understanding the world. It didn’t take long for me to arrive at the same conclusion that Plato did: the world is an illusion. This is illusion is shaped by our “common sense”. The ideas and worldview of our collective consciousness. And the more I understood this “specter” the less power it had in me.

But something was always missing. I kept finding inconsistencies with my worldview. Small things that needed to be adjusted to finally arrive at the “complete truth”. My model of reality was never really complete.

All models are wrong, but some are useful. - George Box

At some point in my adolescence I came across the allegory of the cave by Plato. It was clean, elegant and explained reality. But it still lacked something. Although I felt like I escaped the “cave” I still felt like I was trapped and had a long way to arrive at the outside world. I could always see a light coming from outside reflected in the walls of the cave system. And at each layer the light seemed brighter, but I could - and still can - always see the walls made of stone.

Once you stand up from watching the projections the only path is to keep walking and exploring the cave. The moment you sit down and convince yourself that you escaped the cave and arrived at the outside world, you go back to being a prisoner of the cave. That’s what all thinkers, and groups of thinkers, so far have done. The best ones arrived at methodologies of walking the path. But even those did so by anchoring themselves to some fundamental truth to explain reality. None so far, at least as far as I know, have truly embraced the complete lack of light that being in the cave entails.

But then we have a problem, and a big one: Why? Why keep walking? If there’s no destination, what are we searching? What to we gain?

I have some answers to those questions. Answers that I’m inclined to share and will probably discuss later. But doing so here would be akin to making shadows with puppets in the wall to distract others to sit down and watch - which is not wrong or bad, sometimes we need to sit down and see the shadows to distract ourselves, we even invented devices that we carry around all the time to be able to so at any time - but that’s not my goal here. My goal is to remind you that you may be sitting down and need to keep walking.

The only exception I’ll make is the answer to the “Why?” question that stuck to me the most: love. Unconditional love for all things that live. The desire to understand and love all human beings and all things in the universe. The hatred for unnecessary and avoidable suffering of living things. The moment that I stop walking I’ll inevitably hurt someone without knowing.

But love is just my personal prerogative. I’ll try to give an answer that was given to me by another walker when I was distracted sitting down: “knowledge is the only thing that is truly yours.” That combined with a famous quote by Descartes:

I think therefore I am. - René Descartes

Reminds us of what differentiates us from animals; of what makes us human, and, in some ways, alive: reason. The moment you stop reasoning and rethinking your beliefs and worldview, they stop being tools you use to navigate the cave - which is our reality as there is no escape from the cave - and become your chains. You stop being a walker of the cave, a human living in reality, and become an object. Something that other’s observe. Something that a puppeteer can manipulate.

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Maybe either by love or ego you may be bothered by the idea that you may take actions influenced by others or by things you don’t understand and those actions may not be aligned with your intentions. And that may make you want to stand up and go back to walking. Or maybe you’re happy sitting down and may be taking care of others that are also sitting down. Or maybe you’re taking a break watching the shadows. Or you may be a puppeteer making shadows for others (in the same way I’m doing now). But whatever that may be I’m in no way shape or form saying that you are wrong. To do that I would need to know the truth and the only thing that I’m sure is that I’m not right and will never be.

I’m not against stopping and building something in the cave to call a home, even if for a little while (as long as it is done without puppets and shadows). But to do so I would need other walkers that are willing to do the same. And so far I haven’t found them, so I’ll keep walking.

not to be rejected, but to be mastered and overcome

Proving that something is wrong is easy. Hard is to understand how to convince yourself that it is right. - me, probably

Common sense is an entity with its own intents and goals. Like a god, it’s something we created, but it has power over us.

Many will try to negate the beliefs of the common sense and create something of their own. But doing so without fully mastering why that concept got entrenched in common sense in the first place, will lead to the concept having even more power over you.

Thinking is something treacherous. Your experience is pure, it truly represents your reality - the only one you have access to. But the moment you try to fit the experience of reality into ideas you distort it into something monstrous.

Ideas are formed based on concepts. Concepts you learn through language. And language is something that was forced onto you by strangers.

Destruction gives you a sense of power, of freedom. But what exactly are you free from? Which power did you acquire? Destroying is easy, building is hard. If you destroy your home because it had flaws, you’ll end up without a roof when the rain comes.

The moment you let yourself reject an idea, classify it as “wrong” or “bad”, you end up classifying the world into boxes: a box of what is not what you’re rejecting and another of what is. And from that point forward your worldview will be shaped by this classification.

Instead, one must understand why that concept exists in the first place. Which human need made others create (or discover) it? Which concept may have split into this one? Why?

This language is not yours, it was forced upon you. But now it is so entrenched in your soul that you can’t be without it. So master these chains so they become your weapons. Let your flesh melt and intertwine with these shackles so much that you move them as you move your own body. At this point common sense, the collective consciousness, will stop having power over you. You’ll have power over it. Every word coming out of your mouth will be a precisely targeted missile. So precise in fact that the target won’t even notice it was hit. Master the weapon enough that the target will like being hit. Master it even more so the targets will start using it too.

But all of this will come with a cost: your soul. You’ll be a slave to the power you’ve acquired. Maintaining this power will be the only thing that keeps you alive. Nothing else will compare to the taste of this power. If you’re not careful you may become drunk with this power and others will call you crazy. And they’ll be right, you’ll go mad.

The difference between being crazy and being a genius is that the genius can convince others he is not crazy. - me, probably

I in no way shape or form have the right to tell what’s right or wrong - especially because I don’t use these concepts (which is a lie, one day I’ll write about it). But I can tell you a warning: don’t be afraid to be a genius for a moment, it’ll pass. And also don’t be afraid of going crazy, you already are if you think you’re sane.

the prison of existence

trying to find a solution I ended up holding a meeting all the demons in my head screaming in unison all the coherence in my thoughts fleeting

attempting to find the correct rhyme my writing slips its prime

writing my thoughts down I end up always feeling like a clown

may a spectacle be what my life is may my need to write finally cease when curtains fall and this ends then my soul stop being what it pretends

a slave I am as all are so why find this bizarre? probably its not so much so but definitely is killing my soul

as explaining, portraying, presenting and being is jut a state that we shouldn’t hold as dime, crime and rhyme are just ways our souls are sold

maybe because this language isn’t mine it feels like walking in a mine field or perhaps exactly because of this I can use my incoherence in this as shield

I don’t want to be held accountable for any thought of mine that you may see I don’t want to hold myself presentable for I don’t know if in the future I’ll be

but for as long as I am, my character I’ll still play and while the words in the script make sense, them I’ll say

rhyming is tiring, but the truth is that I like it but its a shame that with sound likeness is the only way people recognize

I’m running out of ideas so sadly I must end and ending I don’t know how to that I can’t pretend

my conclusions are short, my thanks even more I think this is the end, lets hope many more are in store