"how was ur day?" "how are u?" "i missed u today" "call me when u get home" "im proud of you"
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A Syllabus
In the name of Tri-Via the Third Way, I synthesize from the anecdotal global collective prototypes for the After-Life -- the life that grows on when I have left it behind.
My post-Christian biases will be apparent, if only by the infinite vacuum of my blind spots. The Euro Exodus instituted for its passengers a process of de-culturalization, and so all the knowledge I have ever accrued sits in the shadow of post-Enlightenment thinkers operating within the bounds of an Apollonian bureaucracy: the Cult of Self-Improvement.
The congregation of my youth resented their Christian upbringing, reinforcing my position in the Culture Wars of Reagan's Realm. Now that I'm not marching anymore, Marx guides my heart in empathy: not to argue with the faithful, like Socrates, but to follow the path of the Hegelian Didactic; away from the duality of Thesis/Antithesis, toward Synthesis.
I take my name in honor of Hippasus, the first recorded martyr of mathematics. To him, many heresies are attributed -- irrational numbers, material preceding the incorporeal, a sphere made from twelve pentagons. Legend has it, He and his followers drowned The Acusmatus at sea.
I've taken no lives, but I have killed faith in a higher power; the death of culture pains like a life. Those integers which one man regards irrational may be merely misunderstood. And so, like the mystic teacher Johnny Appleseed, I seek the knowledge to leave in my wake only life.
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"It's March. I open the window and spring floats in, kisses me on the nose. I have waited so long–and now the Sun is washing the world in yellow, and now the seeds sprout green in the dirt, and now the trees are budding and ready to bloom–and it was all so worth it."
– Schuyler Peck, Worth the Wait
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Stop shaming people for being passionate about the things that they love. Stop mocking people for having unusual interests. Like, honestly, I’m so tired of feeling embarrassed for being "too much". If being too much means having deep interests that fill my life with romanticism and excitement, then let me be!! I’d much rather listen to anyone ranting about their latest obsession with 16th century swords than have a boring ordinary conversation with those who shame passionate people.
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when he says "i dont care who you be with" but albert camus said "If you must die, I'll envy even the earth that wraps your body."
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"Do you understand? When I am done telling you these stories, when you're done listening to these stories, I am no longer I, and you are no longer you. In this afternoon we briefly merged into one. After this, you will always carry a bit of me, and I will always carry a bit of you, even if we both forget this conversation."
– Hao Jingfang, "Invisible Planets," in Invisible Planets: Contemporary Chinese Science Fiction in Translation, tr. & ed. Ken Liu
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