There's A Theory That The Seven Days Of Creation Are Metaphorical - To Connect The Attributes Of The
there's a theory that the seven days of creation are metaphorical - to connect the attributes of the ancient Egyptian gods to a singular God. another theory is that the days themselves are metaphorical, and that each element of creation corresponds to the order of cosmic development.
there's a theory that early humans inhabited around water sources, and that eating sea food, rich in omega fatty acids, contributed to our mental development. the apple is a metaphor. we gained self awareness - and through it, existential dread.
there's a theory that our souls interact with the physical world at the quantum level, which dominoe-effects into the electromagnetic spectrum, allowing us to interact with our surroundings. isn't it strange that an electron changes its behavior just from our observation of it?
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I know I said I would bake a fancy pie but life happened, and not in an entirely fun way
Okay but it is so painful that i have to pay to exist. Most parks close at sunset. "Loitering" is a legitimate crime. Hotel rooms go for $200 a night. I can't afford rent or a mortgage. My mother can barely afford the mortgage on her house thay she's had for 25 years. Trying to go off the grid would be the same amount of effort if not more for paying off a house. This game sucks.
You know what, I'm gonna say it. I enjoyed the Minecraft movie. Was it the best movie? No, but it's not supposed to be. It's not trying to take itself seriously, and that's the point. I just found it lighthearted and fun.
i don't know who else knows this but for fellow Undertale players, if you play the Pacifist Route first and then the Genocide Route like I did, but you still want everyone to have a happy ending, here's what you do. (see under the cut)
when you're done with your Pacifist Route, copy your game files into a separate folder. they'll be used later.
when you're done with the Genocide Route, there will be a new file in there. right click on that file and go into properties. there should be a tab that lets you choose whether or not your computer "reads" that file. make sure that's disabled.
once you're sure the computer is not reading the corrupted file (you can tell by reopening the game if you still see Chara or not), delete your save files and replace them with the Pacifist Route files you saved earlier. once your reopen the game, Flowey should show up again asking what you're doing there since everyone already got their happy ending.
are we above consequences? no, but the happy little pixelated characters don't deserve to suffer from our hubris. (which i mean the bad route could've just been avoided but I needed to beat Sans at least once.)
Happy playing!
anyway this used to be the blog for my "Cognition Project" world-building exercise, so if you still wanted to see that go to @cognitionproject
The futility of forcing oneself to appear as anything; the emptiness of seeming-to-be.
You need to practice. Living is a craft, so is love.
But you are on the verge of dangerously veiling everything. The problem is not the magic, it’s that you chose the dark kind. Veil this room in light, veil this room in wonder. Understand that life is rising and falling consistently. You desire creative ownership. But do the right thing. There are days in which I want to sleep through the day. I want to sleep through the day because I want to close, to close myself to the excruciating crushing of life. I want the drug of the dream, I want to float headless. I want to not be affected by blood, pain, bones, or gravity. A rainbowed mass of vision and no form. I want to be full of the beams of fantasy. Sometimes I am like that.
I want to be so full of life. I want it so much I don’t focus. I die among other things. White wine, joints, cigarettes, too many naps, reality television, the mixing of substance. I want to feed without having to feed on anything. I want to be full without having to move. My craving for that pure dark stillness. It is a blackness made only of a blinding brilliance. That stillness which is life in its most basic essence. It is like nothing on Earth. So far here I have only found glimpses.
The witch took her sharp green finger to the fabric of life.
She could not be sure of life.
— Her Green Pedicure, Cyber Diary
Reminder that spring will always come back, music will never stop being created, and there are still so many books left to read! You’re alive! You’re alive! You’re alive!
no one slaughter me right now ok I'm so flooded with stress hormones the meat would taste terrible
let’s be spherical with mama
growing up I was always afraid of being Found Out. not sure what I was hiding. just my whole self I guess
