Jekyll2021-04-09T02:14:07+00:00https://webdva.github.io/feed.xmlwebdvaIndependent economics and philosophy research.Cool Repentance, and Why I Won’t be Marrying Anytime Soon2021-04-08T00:00:00+00:002021-04-08T00:00:00+00:00https://webdva.github.io/cool-repentance-and-why-i-wont-be-marrying-anytime-soon<p>What I wish I had said at the hopeful revaluation of the world at the end of my last blog post. An addendum and revision that is needed, but fuck it:</p>
<p>I have no right to speak, my voice rightfully silent, given the oath I swore with the very strong rejection of the worldly, the sensual, and the absolute I made during my groundbreaking investigation and research on truth. But I must share with all the world the terrible task I found which has fallen in my lap. What is clear and certain has been horribly transmogrified and mutated by a foul beast of dark and shit mystery. It is an animal and leviathan which must be put down, and I am charged with the duty of being the lone administrator of the success of this dirty task of execution. We have socio-political conservative L.A.R.P.ing old and divorced women, ugly and obese females, and educated income production owning women correctly and reasonably being judged as being women. The ubiquitous latter, such as, for example, a woman that, first, as a young person has experienced a carefully planned and well supported training in a high school, obtaining such education, and then, later on in her life, has completed a costly campaign which results in her becoming, for instance, a successful medical doctor or a successful software engineer and with greatly desirable assets such as a technologically advanced personal automotive vehicle of powerful utility and convenience: such dutiful and very much appreciated dehumanizing techno-capital of efficient nihilistic production is readily and certainly judged to be a woman! Oh, what gross reversal of values by the grace of ferocious meaningless randomness! This—horrible Lovecraftian—impure diversity and unhealthy individualism of bad taste most certainly does not represent any true vector of progress. No instance of true progress and life lie here, at least not without a typical gross perversion by a Christian intellect of the sacred woman and man. Coming to our naturally and strangely already refined senses there is no need to accept anything or to anticipate anything, for the world is already perfect: everything essential is already in possession, and there is no need to introduce fine and sophisticated artistry and order is unnecessary. True man and woman, which will never need to ask for mercy or seek salvation or forgive others, being so criminally and monstrously perfect from the start and to the very end…—Yet evil, impotent, or resentful doctrines and reason <em>want to fault life for being life</em>, champions for being champions, victors for being victors and it is human reason that wants to repulsively <em>act</em> to inhibit the growth of healthy natures… Such a world of invasive and destructive doctrinal Christian feminist liberalism which should be dismantled won’t get your dick erect, few (that is, power-law distributed) great men. Thus is the unrecognizable and non-violent violence of life affirming and motivated outlier tier operators ready to be launched toward productive and profitable low Earth orbit. For sexy relativistic time by the force of the neighboring Earth’s gravity well influenced spatial maneuvers. Everything will be accounted for: 100% test coverage and the liberation of woman’s kingly breasts from her very necessary bra… Cunning JavaScript and Node.js based distributed systems software development that “converges to a self-emergent” mystical and completely unrecognizable low level C programming language using machine and abstraction of posthuman understanding. The brave knight and <em>ass</em>tronaut begins to go get it… Recognizing the world from the higher perspective that includes the fact that most men, quite unfortunately for them, will never reach an absolutely high Kármán line and achieve anything significant. Otherwise, if what was tall, big, and aristocratic found to be easily obtainable, what is good would then be bad and worthless. Or Christian. Or human. Your manhood is no achievement. Humanity. For it is commonly distributed—given by a benevolent Christian God of utter shit and mediocre substance! Man itself—of pitifully increasing obsolescence and irrelevance—is nothing valuable. The best that humanity can do is the Immanuel Kantians and extreme Nick Landians who are, ultimately, scientific and investigative, and therefore Christian and Platonist, merely human in their “deduction” and “intelligent hyper-rationalist post-philosophy” of the human imagination’s mechanical feminine desire to be <em>fucked</em> and ripped apart by <em>vicious</em> and jarring concepts and deviations for the fantastic purposeful mundane, everyday and innocent act of mere thinking. Naturally having the quiet slutty yearning desire for everyday excellence and for excellence’s “everyday being-there or Dasein in the world,” selfish human reason’s hungry and longing pussy is dripping wet and patiently readily vulnerable to and available for copulation that is directed by competitive large and (ful)filling dick… A silly and senseless competition between a gender fluid god and a higher man. Subordinate and dependable control theory dynamical systems models best understood not as mathematics that can be done by a person, indeed a regal authoritarian readjustment which cruelly devalues the social practice of visual-symbolic manipulation and apprehension, but instead seen as local naturally occurring techno-economic capital and enlisted movements for an immoral and attractive tyrant’s auto-productive computer software and system that in turn contributes to an adept intergalactic empire of manly as fuck and brutal invasion, dominance, and belligerence… And it will all be owned by <em>me</em>. Mine. Fuck Nick Land’s artificial intelligence god that arrives from the future. And fuck time and space. I can do it all! And I will have it all. For I become an apolitical and great man that can make the earth shake with a sexy boom hammer and heavy greatsword that few can wield and use. There is no need for any righteous hammer which is gifted from Heaven. The demonic beast within is being unleashed. Biological physiologies are stimulated by degeneration and revolutionary selection pressures that may arise from the ruins of destruction and great shattering, desolation, and cataclysm. Large scale revaluations and reconstitutions of society and civilization are in order. Verdicts of face punching, feelings hurting, and panty wetting justice being issued by a raining down of real ambition and skill with the force of privileged strategically deployed nuclear intercontinental ballistic missiles. Unexpectedly dominating an entire continent of earth single-handedly, as a great man is capable of doing and is wont to do.</p>
<p>Truly, words can do no justice for what is actually good, speech unable to refer to truth. So too is reason, faith, and other fiction impotent in vital affairs.</p>
<p>No matter how hard the heart of the certain instinct tries.</p>
<p>What horror, pitifulness, and tragedy.</p>
<p>Such horror, pitifulness, and tragedy? I think not.</p>
<p>Ensure that you have no need for anything, no voice or acts, and realize great desires, you rare spirits and men of abundance and illegal independence—independent from God-given reason itself.</p>
<p>The resulting fallout wasteland of the <em>Terminator</em> style nuclear destruction and wipeout of humanist socio-politics itself might present a lucrative opportunity for sharp opportunists, those damn fuckers. Can you, provisional and young Taoist, necessarily damage and remove from play into the <em>Yu-Gi-Oh!</em> graveyard of activity and life denial retarded and Jordan B. Peterson tier (and therefore really easy to deal with) intelligent systems of oppression and repression without violence like Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s nonviolent civil rights movement, or some shit like that? Because you’re so strong and don’t need anything or to do anything? Rule without ruling? Act without acting? Can you allow the weak, the still, and the feminine to overcome and <em>vanquish</em> what is powerful, aggressive, and man? Man has utterly fucked up, being no significant final purpose of nature and therefore, reasonably, being a fuck up inherently. So we are clearly truly just getting started, when what is always ready to surpass the human instinct for a lack of resistance in the face of real back breaking labor and against meaningless and incomprehensible life that needs no representation, formalism, or stimulation initializes a passionate regime of ignorance of human valuation and quite mistaken sovereignty. “聖人不仁.” The higher man comes. And it appears that God is a saintly woman—a clever lil’ girl maybe—that needs to be forcibly fucked and shown what is the proper procedure for managing the industrial American empire. Fuck God.</p>
<p>In the ass.</p>
<p>Divine anal punishment and justice.</p>
<p>Detach yourself from reason and the world and you would see that true coherence is incoherent, Perry the Platypus. True order is disordered. And all that jazz. True strength appears weak, wretched, and ignoble and can never be appreciated or nurtured by life unworthy of life preserving democracy. And thank you for your cooperation and readily exploitable utility and form, intelligent men of good intuition, reasoning, and skill who are quick to heroically point out and seek what is true and certain. What is clearly true and real is illogical, foolish, and brutal and savage. Monstrous and bad. See the true reality that is no reality. Become indifferent to even the evil and ugly mystical illusions of obsolete and insular anthropocentric crypto-fascist Christianity!</p>
<p>But all this is just my uninvited personal opinion, perspective, and philosophy. After all, all the philosophers tell us that the world does not exist. The ancient Greek philosopher Parmenides, for example, says that it is impossible to speak of what does not exist. And if this fact is not clear or certain to you then you must have some sort of deficiency!</p>
<p>Apparently horrible and ineffable non-entity and self-annihilation suit me well.</p>
<p>And all this is also just a postmodernist and scientific theory of some person on the internet. So there’s no need for anyone or anybody to get butthurt or even remotely concerned over mere computer screen pixels, fictional cruel and cunning exploitations of anthropocentric vulnerabilities, vitalities, and virtual worlds, and written myth-science literature and horrible theory-fiction.</p>
<p>There is no need to get mad over that.</p>
<p>Go get a life or something instead.</p>
<p><img src="/assets/images/nogoodnolife.gif" alt="no good no life" title="dont get mad, bads, get good" /></p>
<p>And my life is much harder than the average person’s life.</p>
<p>Clearly.</p>What I wish I had said at the hopeful revaluation of the world at the end of my last blog post. An addendum and revision that is needed, but fuck it:How to Become a Trillionaire2021-01-26T00:00:00+00:002021-01-26T00:00:00+00:00https://webdva.github.io/how-to-become-a-trillionaire<p>Aim straight and true. Your disruptions must make a very loud boom.</p>
<p>I have the Arch Linux Linux operating system installed on my computer after I was able to use an old hard disk drive, the new Arch Linux operating system replacing a previous Puppy Linux predecessor operating system which doesn’t require a hard disk drive instead being able to be loaded entirely from RAM and a USB stick. I still have a Tinycore Linux installed on a USB drive in case something happens to the Arch Linux installation or the old hard drive becomes damaged due to time too. And it wasn’t so hard installing and using Arch Linux. In fact, a Linux operating system is an essential unstructured cybernetic component of the mathematical hacker’s immanent and autopoietic assemblage of entrepreneurial techno-economic production. With upgrades, installations, and program and microprocessor instruction executions being in control of the hacker just as much as the hacker controls his or her computer, due to alien cybernetic deviation-amplifications and the hacking of local state philosophy administration nodes. Every reference to high level tasks without reason’s grace becomes the (un)necessary summoning of a tentacled leviathan that will require the tribute of some incomprehensible horror. Having an instinct for the analytical gets you killed up here. Where lone rich spirit is entirely responsible for the world’s manifestations.</p>
<p>And “we haven’t seen anything yet.”</p>
<p>This post-truth education, training, and preparation for an unimaginable responsibility and position is worse and more brutal than any military special operations selection process. More exhausting and damaging than a forty mile run marathon. Or more wretched and demanding than even that very famous and respected profession of being a motivated agent for the immanent natural environment’s auto-productive social engineering stratum that desires an efficiency of law enforcement, order, and peace while among men. A Second “Muse for Tyrants” I found says that she has had only several pennies in her bank account while she becomes more famished and dehydrated than a plastic runway model and all for implementing a startup business algorithm of profit creation that rivals or is similar to “that” of the great Silicon Valley legends and successes. Great power and wealth are at stake. At least for me. This muse for tyrants is a creator of startup ontology that is better than the images, signs, and symbols you would find from an average publication. Because better fiction exists. Though her likely manufactured challenges and achievements (for I am skeptical) could use a little more inhumanity, self-overcoming, and anti-reductionism. A real genius this artist is. While with a physiological state that is worse than that of a Holocaust victim, I myself have utterly failed as a technology entrepreneur and I have yet to establish fiat wealth for myself solely through the craft of software development. My task of achieving income would be so much easier if I had an education, experience, and history as commonly determined by human tradition and understanding. My lofty self knows a terrible perishing and shattering as is forever ordained for my great and thus complex and fragile genius type. But my own algorithm and formless labor must find a gradient and gradient information toward—<em>even taller</em> heights, even if it “greedily seeks very small beginning successes and accumulations to nearly cheat by choosing an outlier type game theory strategy that probabilistically almost always achieves a global maximum.” Hardcore and overpowered. Though very risky and dangerous function optimizations and parametrizations. How many total real bytes of random access memory do platforms like Facebook and Twitter need to perform their daily yielding social media infrastructure production operations and movements? Well, whatever the answer to that question may be, the auto-creation of internet platforms is reliant on physics, energy, and laws from beyond the world, even though it is entirely self-produced from within itself. And future seditious billionaires will have to negotiate with such demons and surf and navigate such an alien space. Courage that not even gods have is essential with anything less spelling certain defeat.</p>
<p>I understand that at least some people have tried to communicate with me in a very cool fashion? It won’t work, fitting inside the desired bodily orifice of carnal and septic pleasure, if you think in molar and Cartesian terms. We were able to initiate a TCP/IP handshake but global maxima mathematics deemed that beginning to be the limit of our soirée and sexual advances. You have to, as a very stylized and basic example, be able to solve a cryptography style very public private key local maxima mathematics problem to avoid detection by state philosophy Oedipus (which is very often impotence itself) and Turing cops. And remember that mathematics gets deterritorialized with a post-truth interpretation. If me telling you that I believe in you and your potential will help you to unleash your potential and to master your strong latent ontological nihilism, then I will tell you that I believe in you and that you have the potential to unlock the power within yourself. And control this dark and horrible beast. You’ll have to be less Deleuzo-Guatarrian “molar” and more “molecular” in order to reach for ass that cannot be spanked or punished. Disintegrating your inner biochemical and immanent power relations that produce your understanding’s manifold of synthesis for formations of boring and complex transcendental realist ideas—eventually crashing into contradictions that end the whole experiment and practice. Unless death causes a reset of life points.</p>
<p>“Making it with death?” For the eight bit video game avatar that is fused to the player controller by the self-genetic grace of multiplying mathematical control theory transformation operators death is the beginning and the production of new levels. Attaching science to it, death gets forced into the service of the production of maps with these maps eventually disrupting the entire video game from the inside of it through death, then spilling onto any nearby subject to tear its topology it touches into a sequel that is ultimately not a sequel. “The horror” then springs forth as an undead post-death. And disregarding anything anyone has to say. Because a simple “oh, you believe in God and fear the wrath of the power? Go speak for yourself and go tell someone who cares” suffices, hurting hearts and fragile feelings.</p>
<p>And perhaps a proof of “belief” without the lies of certainty is in order? Or perhaps it is high time, you mere thugs of art, that <em>you</em> provide proof that <em>“I”</em> exist without having to resort to your lie of certainty, that is, your locally efficient artistry, and the really lacking perspective that your mask wearing and deceptive socialism that you have is defined by. I most definitely do not exist as someone who needs the genius killing and oppressive whip of virtue and organized religion, that inspired social engineering project for a horrible and nihilistic destruction of life—a gross denial of the very fine, distant, legendary, warrior, and ideal body. Goodness a privilege of the worthy only, not someone of the type that looks for predicates of total nervous wreckage in real life while thinking that his plebeian kind can associate with a great man without a bad perversion of truth. The Abrahamic religions are inherently racist and they lie about truth. Let them have their desire for truth and I’ll have mine. I am more Christian or Christ-like than Jordan B. Peterson’s chauvinistic disciples of social conservatism based oppression. Typical. And pathetic. To have to need the inspiring Christian nationalism and old-fashioned bigotry, mistaken entitlement, and self-righteousness advocated and advertised by the postmodernist and neoreactionary Peterson is an undesirable personal failure of epic proportions. But maybe this is just the opinion of a great man. This pitifulness of the commons creates within me a strong natural desire for compassionate pity. But it would be very unnatural and unfitting if I, someone that is the very opposite of a failed case and negative spirit, had pity for the decaying, weary, primitive, oppressed, and abandoned who need to be good.</p>
<p>Understanding itself reaches out from the function inputs processing of computer microprocessors to betray you as you seek vain challenges of learning things. Only horrible things are discovered instead, little baby. Production and capital no longer get planned by ideas with the thing-in-itself becoming immanent as it descends from its transcendent turtle animal shell. Powerful fluid ontological reason rules the rupturing church reforming Martin Luther’s God of faith making Martin Luther compatible with the orthodox Catholic church in a cake mixture that is “beyond.” Fourth walls, irreducible concepts that create theoretical triangles, and sex level up and start to start up their own startups and scalable distributed systems.</p>
<p>You basically have to create your own anal sex without God’s grace of given hot and nice bodies. No more carnal knowledge when God isn’t around. God isn’t coming. God isn’t coming, idiots, to give you the pleasure you desire. It doesn’t take an honest theologian to know that God doesn’t care about people or anyone. And remember that both Hegel and Søren Kierkegaard would accuse us free and unbound spirits of sinful faithful thinking when we’re not even doing anything at all. The latter, Kierkegaard, selfishly imposing his ontology and merely humanist perspective onto the incomprehensible while judging the same ultimate philosophical Substance to be equally good to both the beautiful and the ugly alike. The aim of the unfriendly and compassionate doctrinal Christian God for the world is the most politically ambitious and irrational heart we will ever see. “Not exactly what would be expected of an undisputed cosmic overlord” a genius and powerful philosopher has revealed. Founded on the ancient will and presumption that is disguised as individual and uncarved faith, the Hegelian prejudice for dialectic and certain truth has built an organic self-healing empire for a powerful unity of humanist socio-politics. Realpolitik that, indeed, as the midwits of Twitter have informed us, will collide with inhuman forces in a very messy global conflict.</p>
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<p>Yet this formalism maintains that such monotony and abstract universality are the Absolute, and we are assured that dissatisfaction with it indicates the inability to master the absolute standpoint and to keep hold of it. Time was when the bare possibility of imagining something differently was sufficient to refute an idea, and this bare possibility, this general thought, also had the entire positive value of an actual cognition. Nowadays we see all value ascribed to the universal Idea in this non-actual form, and the undoing of all distinct, determinate entities (or rather the hurling of them all into the abyss of vacuity without further development or any justification) is allowed to pass muster as the speculative mode of treatment. Dealing with something from the perspective of the Absolute consists merely in declaring that, although one has been speaking of it just now as something definite, yet in the Absolute, the A = A, there is nothing of the kind, for there all is one.</p>
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<p>A faith in cognition being good can only really reasonably entail the absurdity of no cognition, cognition’s antithesis, being good. Because of the eternal silence of true justice, justification itself, Mr. Hegel, is unjustified when the matter of becoming a grandmaster of what is absolute—the supreme philosophical task of determining what is the <em>real</em> manifestation of the world—is presented to skepticism production force and bias. If I must hold on to what cannot be held on to then so be it. Especially when this rarely thought about achievement of capital understanding is the privilege of few, strong men. But go ahead and live in your little and <em>increasingly rigid</em>, cold and unnatural nihilistic world of “true” manifestations and synthetic propositions. Humanity. I myself am content with the very real and basic or natural suffering, pain, and depression that comes with living at great atmospheric heights of solitude. There shall be no warrant for the arresting or halting of my higher perspective that finds itself looking downward with aristocratic, old, experienced, and sexy eyes on those who claim to know truth. No need to arrest my inhuman progress and development. Kings and great men are meant to rule after all. And existence isn’t a real predicate. Despite your insistence on cognition being essential, Hegel, Immanuel Kant recognizes that Ding an sich… Kant himself supports me and my sound and reasonable argument:</p>
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<p>I simply ask you, whether the proposition, that <em>this or that thing</em> (which, whatever it may be, I grant you as possible) <em>exists</em>, is an analytical or a synthetical proposition? If the former, then by its existence you add nothing to your thought of the thing; but in that case, either the thought within you would be the thing itself, or you have presupposed existence, as belonging to possibility, and have according to your own showing deduced existence from internal possibility, which is nothing but a miserable tautology. The mere word <em>reality</em>, which in the concept of a thing sounds different from existence in the concept of the predicate, can make no difference. For if you call all accepting or positing (without determining what it is) reality, you have placed a thing, with all its predicates, within the concept of the subject, and accepted it as real, and you do nothing but repeat it in the predicate.</p>
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<p>Thank you, Immanuel Kant. Therefore are Hegel, Kierkegaard, and all the other eternally faithful and certain beings merely self-referential in all their arguments against <em>real</em> truth. For they only profess their postmodernist faiths and display their childish paintings of Gods, worlds, and problems and never anything that I should ever concern myself with. Perhaps a true philosopher would have asked the maybe heroic question of what could be done to resolve the dire implications of this idempotent self-reference being ultimate and dominant instead of becoming an old, parochial, bigoted, and childish academic of powerful honor, superficiality, and fanciness. Many books are read and numerous creations have been born and looked at, yet the only literature to consume is that of the cybertext of a life worth living. A higher perspective. So much for the apparent indestructibility, education, and youth of the masses, that makes my shitty history <em>pathetic</em>, pale, and hindering in comparison! I guess such sin is what happens when you don’t know an origin of unspeakable evil instead knowing the mysterious grace and care of Christ. A very common occurrence I should add. And I speak the truth. (◡‿◡✿) An epic cold war through proxy like the Vietnam war. A precious planet, let us not escalate it to a senseless conventional direct conflict by summoning and deploying the ultimately very opinionated foul and life denying ascetic priest Jordan Peterson that verily annoys and insults violent right-wing radicals with his cunning socialism that preserves the vain and undesirable lives of “incels, the suicidal, potential domestic terrorists” and old and divorced women. Peterson and other reductionist psychoanalysts of dying, unworthy, resentful, and persecuting institutions accomplish their tasks which have as their aim within the world the stock investment or achievement of possessing the lame socio-political power by in part willingly dismissing some parts of reality that threaten their foundations and very real material conditions. This foul faction of malevolent communists and life unworthy of life. We won’t do that. We will <em>not</em> not ask questions and not seek knowledge, even though the <em>Tao Te Ching</em> teaches us that there is nothing to know when it comes to real life. The <em>Tao Te Ching</em>’s Tao asks for no knowledge and therefore may you ignore the wise man—especially the man who professes and desires virtue, truth, and goodness—and become wise yourself with this ignorance and bias against understanding. “Absurd.”</p>
<p>New biological appendages must appear from nowhere, outside of nature’s categories and segmentations. Beyond the reach of the social engineering Oedipus’s and Corrupted Aristotle’s forms, authorizations, identifications, tables, and inferences that result in exploitable conclusions of “there being” mere humanity and foundations for probabilities, continuousness, and uncertainties. As the genius artist’s techno-tyrant begins to resourcefully and forcibly self-implant and surgically insert a cybernetic tool of a new eye for the unreasonable. As predicted by the king that is logic. And this is a very natural phenomenon. The motivated and privileged subject that can select for genetic and biological selection pressures creates what does not already exist and from a strange place. So any post-reason “reasoning” ability will require the biological body to magically expend precious time, energy, and resources and learn to accommodate new appendages and new neurological structures. This education and development of a physiology (perhaps unconscious or automatic) can be costly and it will often appear to be degenerative when it is in fact a progression, “according to Carl Jung and the <em>Tao Te Ching</em>,” a Redditor has informed us. “曲則全.” Limitations and mediocrity being unacceptable, and disposed into a terrible world among truth in the possession of the impotent and tragic, I’m becoming a cyborg production god of epic disproportion, developing a gross fleshy interface to metallic wild and inhuman—dangerous—realities, maps, and territories that must be subsumed into a service for a globally efficient technocapital complex of demanding and transformative technology entrepreneurship. The right stuff needed to achieve this rarity… Never will I get anywhere valuable in life if I believe in truth instead of a higher and ideal self in the realm of reason. I play to win after all.</p>
<p>Annoying-ass fucking red lobster gang members of the increasingly insular community of the senescing socio-politics eastside producing nihilistic memes which persecute the ideal of the real genius, aesthetic, and sensual, seeking an annihilation of <em>nature itself</em> and of the special. Despite whatever deceptive and harmful fascist fiction and lies about God its religious fanatics create says. And shitty—postmodernist poetry creation erupts from the shitty beings only to ineptly provide a typical kind of criticism that inflames large, independent, and rebellious projects. No criticism, no care: “only what mathematics you do or create and the software you make matters,” the muse of hyperstartups says to us as we strive to ignore the bads (who might provide coping neo-puritan takes) and focus on us goods. Very much will a great man, really great, ignore a guy that has failed to <em>withstand</em> what is absolute, or has failed at reason, love, union, body, parenting, organizing, youth, education, creativity; or was unable to <em>submit</em> to a career of demanding self-destructive fortitude and unhappiness. The most virtuous person is always the one who is the least good, a cliché, and following this loss of natural nerve and life the undesirable person vilely commits to dragging better natures down with them into hellish organizations for rhapsodies for rectitude and lecherously made filial pieties. While worshipping and tending to a gross revaluation of health, nature, and the arduous like a disgustingly obese female, they psychologically <em>project</em> their own personal failures onto others—especially onto their more confident and reigning betters—attempting to <em>determine</em> “goodness” or the ineffective. Despite what any comforting ascetic and cunning priesthood erected for the purpose of the conservation and warding of standard humanity might say. ぼくのチャンス。 I’m not the one that is inept, incompetent, and dangerous here and I’m referring to the plentiful cases whose truths can only correspond to imagined realities and worlds of bigoted socio-politics, getting left behind and sidelined by uncaring progress, industry, and gods which design social engineering programs. If you don’t have a high IQ, you’re a nihilist (and you’re fucked), according to the newbie tier futurist Norbert Wiener’s “world of the future [which] will be an ever more demanding struggle against the limitations of our intelligence,” and as a result your toxic resentful body seeks vengeance against nature. So people who want the idle virtue pornography and coping partisanship of Aristotelian based social conservatism aren’t worth your time. Time to reveal my true plans for world domination:</p>
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<p>One of the coolest things about Cyberpunk [2077] is that leveling up and improving your character fits in wonderfully with the philosophical questions the game is asking</p>
<p>You become a cybernetic god just like the corpos and the other people destroying the world. What’s the line?</p>
<p>You don’t feel bad slaughtering gangs on the street when you are just a glorified version of them</p>
<p>But slowly you become almost a different species entirely. You have immense advantages over them because the cybernetics you can buy. You don’t even move like a human anymore</p>
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<p>Yes. That describes me perfectly. Basically, I want to be rich and powerful beyond the wildest expectations. And I’ll start small, like <em>Phineas and Ferb</em>’s Doofenshmirtz’s Tri-State Area. The primitive and poetic neo-pagan god of Abraham has as its aim within its subjective little world of hope and vain faith—<em>in opposition to the more true world that does not ask for anything</em>—the very intentional and conscious effort to establish the dominance of tribal politics and to obtain absolute power: but only in the realm of the spiritual, vain, or locally efficient, in contrast to my more real and sensual heart. My autocracy that will have been disproportionately made, while reaching everything, everyone, everywhere, no exceptions, awaits. Oh, and it would be nice if I had worthy competitors, but what is advanced rarely survives in the world and the more fit species should not be surprised if a regime and cloud of solitude reigns over the lonely beast.</p>
<p>Both John Cena and the intelligent midwits of Twitter remark that we can’t see what is good as we don’t have the eyes required. Unless we purchase or collect the required insight. Theories change, improve, and get refined as they become our new babies to nurture and depend on, us stupid yet innocent and hot teenage mothers in this high school of the “unconditioned accelerationism.” Its inhabitants and self-creating machines of cyberspace and beyond teaching us to recognize that level one cyberfeminism’s ubiquitous black body becomes a slave and postmodernist talking point to and for the medieval mechanical authoritarian doctrinal Saint Thomas Aquinas for his tragically and pitifully waning power relation of “heavily biased unsupervised deep learning.” A lack of substantial, fruitful, and convergent industry to avoid. Sexy Dasein’s <em>being-of-the-mind</em> detaches itself from the inherent contradictions of the power-law average tier theology gene to attempt to form new and very legal and welcomed terrible plutocracies of the future. Upsetting both Mark Zuckerberg’s children of lucky financial inheritance and very illegal, unwelcomed, and very unfortunate despotic superficially organized cybercrime lords who themselves too are tragically stuck forever in local optima of production not having an education fit for a king. Even a power rich Dark Witch in her god incapacitating transformation is not qualified to endure a match against dehumanizing and true capital. The great sovereign individuals of outlier technology entrepreneurship that I envision will have the barely understandable strength to single-handedly design, assemble, and deploy internet or digital infrastructures whose greatly desirable impacts and productions rival even those of the traditional incumbent technology and socio-economic institutions of large incorporation and organization. Posthuman cyborg gods of disproportion and phenomenal wealth and power who need equally worthy foes and oppressions. I have my gargantuan work cut out for me. But this power and wealth—this kingdom—is the dream. And really advanced mathematics and unrecognizable software is the self-determined close combat sword of grinding and tireless mob slaying that allows the knight to become a king. Successful monster hunting wants efficiency and it will get it. Mathematics and unauthorized cybernetics comes. Incentives of gold, wealth, and experience points of power function as the substrating fuel and subservient construction tree node for large scale efficiency, effectiveness, and engineering. My useless and toxic Twitter account is a waste of my valuable time and nothing valuable can be done or said there. People mad at me for offensive and socially inappropriate comments and rhetoric about truth when I have freely released the source code for a 3D multiplayer browser game planting the seeds for the next Agar.io and Slither.io. I’ve contributed to a worldwide gross domestic product increase with mere free and open source software. I have millions of people in the world who want people like me dead for my ambition, ability, and manly obnoxiousness. For being an alien startup founder that dares to disrupt with mathematical innovation entire lives and industries with that hypercapitalistic disruption leading to a powerful relegation of the middle class to lower ranks, status, and qualities. Your aim within the world, you crystalline intelligences with childlike, vengeful, lustful, and unhealthy underlying chemical structures, is a Subject and shared Western philosophy Notion synthesized by a weak natural regime of truth that is also dying and abandoned for lacking useful vitality as deemed by a cruel mother nature. You think I care about the presumptions and conjectures of people who do not resist the pain of reaching for powerful and deadly treasure? Or who are limited to using bad mathematics and cybernetics? And all while I, a rare breed, know ruin and degeneration meant for my distant kind, as meaningless and random nature often decrees genius, powerful, or great types to be very vulnerable to destruction and horror in their young youth and development. I return to nature with my beastly science modifying cybernetics conceptions. While I conquer motivated by an affirmation of life and start new global oppressions that mend the world—obnoxiously mutating an atomic database to the point where it and its rows of tables becomes full of self-modifying documents meant for the streamlining and perfect robotic efficiency of better cognition.</p>
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<p>The high road to thinking no longer passes through a deepening of human cognition, but rather through a becoming inhuman of cognition, a migration of cognition out into the emerging planetary technosentience reservoir, into “dehumanized landscapes … emptied spaces” where human culture will be dissolved. [I]ntelligence will be transplanted into the purring data zones of new software worlds in order to be abstracted from an increasingly obsolescent anthropoid particularity, and thus to venture beyond modernity. Human brains are to thinking what mediaeval villages were to engineering: antechambers to experimentation, cramped and parochial places to be.</p>
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<p>Thanks, very useful powerful philosophical laborer. Even though it has been and forever will be like this: what is good is never meant for the mediocre and the average person is mediocre. By definition. The radical will work well for me, for the luscious is better than retiring the heart on long and difficult journeys and then believing in truth. So this is the end of logic. And the birth of a monster. A transformation and origin that is much needed. “Nothing human makes it out of the near-future.” Not even our horror will be with us here and able to comfort us, it too destroyed by superb strategic resistance to inadequate axiomatics and Greek myths of haunted and tormented spirits that necessarily seek a virtuous salvation. Those indeed widespread, the aspirant yet submissive and compromising philosopher of truth teaches us, Christian-Platonist axiomatics sculpted by obstinate faith and belief whose vitality is equivalent to the amorphous and uncoordinated mass of flesh of unusual and postmodernist obesity: “hypertrophied cellular tissue, proliferating in [weird or absurd] directions.” I say with the utmost sincerity that never before has beauty been referenced. And no one has given any fine marble of sculpture to the lone posthuman creator and founder at the forefront of technological and economic innovation. Progress that is determined by Christianity’s life denying socialism is no foundation for true innovation. Therefore are we just getting started. The height of our youth is not even close to the present and it has not arrived yet.</p>
<p>The poor depressing and painful immanent white body and human mind of dweebdom homeostasis that reasonably tried to self-terminate itself in our last episode of the <em>Becoming-Unelected Technocrat Show</em> seems to, according to my data and spying intelligence agencies, have some sort of family issues and a sort of missed childhood as a result. Oh, I sympathize dearly with the poor soul. I really do. But it is just <em>too bad</em> for him that he doesn’t have what it takes to get over his typical case! Nonetheless, he is not without his genius and devilish insights:</p>
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<p>Remember yourself as the person reaching for those dreams.</p>
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<p>This dork—who might believe in reality and that he exists based on the self-evident evidence that shows that he exists—has created fiction that is better than anything those pessimistic nihilists who wage war against life and nature can devise, hiding behind disguises of compassion for the masses. “Every weary soul must be saved and every soul suffers while they are wretched” is one of the lyrics to their negative and common songs. With a creative opposition to an evidently true ferocious eternal oblivion he, the dork and loser, has achieved an inspiring resiliency that towers over the submission belonging to—those spiritual socialists of doctrinal chauvinism who want to maintain the integrity of the soul and the soul itself! Perhaps the skill of powerful artistry finds a better host in this white body than in that pathetic postmodernist and decadent body of provincial doctrinal religion? And thanks, crazy idiot and asshole. I’ll remember this concept of always thinking about realizing lofty dreams. I’ll always remember this secret of the universe and inspiration as I try to achieve a global maximum of rank in this ungodly age of power, technology, and wealth centralization with very harsh selections. As I select for and am selected by difficult mathematics that can net its operators disproportionate income and ubiquitous influence while I suffer a sort of typical tragedy of the <em>un</em>common. Unicorns of dollar valuations with small startup teams—soloing entire legions of monsters and men in fact. Someone like the retarded Pieter Levels of indie maker or indie hacker stardom is likely to be the first one person startup unicorn founder before this decade ends, the beautiful muse of mathematical entrepreneurship predicts for us. “You can be successful. But I don’t want that,” she said, “I want to be a black swan.”</p>Aim straight and true. Your disruptions must make a very loud boom.Unelected Technocrat’s Unfaithful Devotion and Quantum Exploitation2020-09-12T00:00:00+00:002020-09-12T00:00:00+00:00https://webdva.github.io/unelected-technocrats-unfaithful-devotion-and-quantum-exploitation<p>You cannot ask the questions “What?” or “Why?” without considering the Absolute implication of having the necessary will needed to answer the questions and satisfy a curiosity. To be willing is to be a philosopher. To not be willing…</p>
<p>When a man becomes a Christian, and perhaps after a long bout or productive enterprise of existing inside a heavy “fog of morality,” he has admirably <em>willingly</em> abandoned essential rationality for an ascetic ideal of pitiful hope that wastes life and destroys potential, and it is also a hope whose subordinate prayers will <em>not</em> be answered by a caring eternal spirit. In contrast, the man who bravely and perhaps foolishly renounces logic, science, and the teleological in fact <em>affirms</em> life. Because <em>real</em> life is unreasonable and absurd. There is no need to uphold the faith and dogmatism that proclaims the opposite to be true. That life and what is good are meaningless, existing inside a toxic, depressing, deterministic and merely mechanical universe. And the fate of the sincere Christian is more tragic when it is realized that he names good evil. For the sake of something that does not exist. You can just <em>see</em> the shaky and incoherent foundation of the tower of Christianity. Perhaps its evil, unjust, and unlawful reign will eventually come crashing down with the impulse force of its own incompetence and ironic frailty? With enemies like this, who needs powerful and useful friends? Very entertaining destruction, fall, loss, and rape. My dear imperial Christians and other unkind and bullying men. I reveal to you the truth that God is an infectious file infecting virus from a chaotic and evil dimension that only exists inside your head. Religious and shared belief in God should be thought of as being akin to having a criminal and harmful cognitive disorder of genetic viral terror that should be treated and sterilized with Heaven mandated Chinese government and swiftness. If a man with God given knowledge speaks concerning difficult matters, such as what happens when the infamous Mencius Moldbugman shares earthly insight that pertains to modern politics and the important affairs of power, then you may safely ignore him, just as a woman who speaks of obtaining fruitful long term investments may be entirely and quickly ignored without worry of the serious case of missing vital instruction and information. Because only niggers, faggots, and bitches believe in God. Highly coveted life affirming secession from globalizing unions that is successfully executed is not allowed to be implemented by blood and soil retards of great mistaken Cartesian certainty, like the racist and proud “white” supremacist who ironically (and perhaps comically…) has failed to even hang himself, an attempted and failed suicide that exists because of his very common inability to become a meaningful producer in the age of hypercapitalism and automation-induced neofeudalism. A prohibition and governmental social engineering project deemed not by God but by powerful and unreasonable imaginary technocapital machinery which might be heavily influenced by scientific power-law probability distributions and their many electromagnetic carriers.</p>
<p>“Lotta’ good that [extradiegetic bloodline] did ‘ya!” rudely interjects the opposing team’s Scout as he outmaneuvers and dismantles an entire sentry gun nest with a mere Force ‘A Nature and a baseball bat of bonk and good luck.</p>
<p>Making dangerous and butthurt enemies who are perhaps lazy (like a fat chick) and sleepy spectators of their own bodily demise and it’s just a game, acknowledging that we have nothing to fear except maybe the occasional really mentally unstable, psychotic, pathetic, and perhaps bad genes having potential incel shooter who rage quits from both life and this <em>Dark Souls</em> level difficulty game, we admirably focus on the real like our alien tempo that defines our advanced life sustaining careers’ processes and internal mechanisms. And yet you would call <em>me</em> a potential incel shooter! As though I were a modern day Ted Kaczynski? Really!?</p>
<p>…And such a pitiful failure and psycho does not know evil. Not like me. Not by a long shot. So of course such common man does not know good. Nor will he, as a result, ever know success. Or health and fortune.</p>
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<p>I got institutionalized twice this year. They said there’s nothing wrong with me. Just… It’s like a horrendously awful thing to go through to just be like “He’s fine.”</p>
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<p>Oh I know all too well, you fucking nigger, how painful it is to be misunderstood and mischaracterized by the socialist and debasing cathedral of humanity. But, I tell you as I am quite kind, the difference between me and you, commoner, is that God had ordained you to be simply a weak man and a coward while <em>I</em> endure the despair of darkness and the ferocious animal pain of greatness! I was fucked up from the beginning! And thanks for the <em>very good</em> and delicious “real world” data, asshole. Assuming that you’re real, of course, and not some big fabricated lie that’s too good to be true… This “proud” boy should just be grateful and happy for his shitty life and existence. Because there are other people in the world and they have it much worse than him and he’s not responding appropriately to his typical case and average situation, like the <em>deviant</em> of human conception he is. And he’s a (poor) nigger, a fact that would make his blood boil if you ever told him and reminded him. Become a Christian or something and let that be the end of your worthless life and worthless suffering. Good grief. Just… stay down.</p>
<p>Jordan B. Peterson, a sad man and a horrendously inept and prejudiced psychologist who is resentful of progress and war. He blames <em>himself</em> for the existence of the Cold War… But dutiful, kind, and concerned modern day ascetic priests like the resentful and power seeking language games playing crypto-postmodernist Jordan B. Peterson, indeed appearing as a sort of thin blue line, exist to serve and corral disordered and dying souls like our poor dear Mr. Broken Hangman, a case of tragedy and pitifulness who might compose fantastic ideas, memes, and social media posts about lynching “niggers” and the (resentful and possibly jealous) heroic dismantling of liberal and multicultural accumulations and displays of power while lacking the basic skills needed to execute the poor, single, and uneducated potential rapist nigger that is himself. The vainly active “white” node of a “significant” section of a postmodernist and forced linear rhizome that subsists off of an abstract machine of common cope sings and praises unreciprocated violence against his constructed mythological philosophical <em>Other</em> of fictionous antagonism, yet here I am, a mere mathematician and an imaginary object instance of his mistaken hatred, <em>innocently</em> enacting violence, with mere words, upon him. If he actually ever stumbled upon this accurate diagnosis, study, and mere critique of him and his life, and assuming that he is not retarded, he would become very <em>devastated</em> and violently rage, finally faced with the truth that his very unnecessary and senseless birth was ultimately only him becoming… a nobody and piece of shit, especially in the eyes of nature and capital. Each moment of life <em>itself</em>, in fact, is such undesirable becoming. The becoming-nigger of the inflamed by typical and uninteresting process white right-winger perhaps. All cows and chickens become black in the dark after all, despite what the fascist, arrogant, and pretentious Hegel might say in matters of important spirit. Indeed the education given by the trite old meme of not jumping to conclusions about the nature of a thing is valuable here, for the vain white nationalist, and who is a man perhaps of great pride, faith, knowledge, and community, is now clearly not as tough, profitable, and victorious as he makes himself appear to be; a vain act of appearance for either others or himself. Nor will he ever be a real man. If I was him, I’d kill myself (and hopefully not fail as this must, apparently, be pointed out here). “Real talk,” as my loosely (or closely?…) related noble African American “brothers and sisters” say in their rich and complex vernacular. Because, examining the little and worthless specimen closely, you would see that his rotten and <em>shit</em> existence is very similar to that of an ugly and obese female’s misbegotten body of <em>otherworldly</em> disfigurement. This… whatever he is! Perhaps he is simply one member of a large population of individuals who essentially <em>suck</em> at being good, not having the right stuff it seems? For you are what you do and so you must become good, with the true reality and nature of <em>everything</em> being produced and never given, an essential task which our pitiful objects of scientific and careful study have failed to do. A perspective that is a worthy tradition to preserve: the self-proclaimed right winger who believes in the consoling and soothing pornographic fiction of Zionist occupation governments conspiracy theories and who also believes in the possible coping fiction of having autism spectrum disorder, and the motivated and competent—<em>able</em>—man who <em>essentially chooses</em>, using his free will, the lifestyle of fucking prostitutes valuing irony producing automatic structures instead of securing a wife, these two men are no different from each other: they are both men whose life is unworthy of life. Neither significant nature nor capital do not positively select for members of this group of men when it comes to being good.</p>
<p><em>Absolute wreckage</em>. Pure pwnage, “Thanks for bein’ such a whoppin’ big target, mate!” shouts the hard working piss ridden Sniper as he waves to the dead after the long distance and easy kill. “Too bloody easy!” Possible, though very unlikely, cyberbullying whose force has the real life equivalent of a criminal rape-murder-suicide. Ain’t I a stinkin’ little witch? The effortless exploitation of the vulnerability and weakness of a poor creature who suffers from mortal socio-economic anxiety.</p>
<p>No big surprise, considering that we are dealing with the substance, nature, and essence of a commoner; our pitiful subject of difficult psychological study is a common commoner. I myself simply had it far worse than the norm and so commodity quality cognition is useless and poisonous to a higher, rare, better, and barbaric individual like myself. Cognition like the kind prescribed by psychoanalysis and other medieval fascism. Psychoanalysis inspired medical conditions such as autism spectrum disorder, schizophrenia, and maybe even depression do not acknowledge the powerful Deleuzo-Guatarrian becoming-animal and its healthy or sexy (healthiness <em>is</em> sexy—so obese chicks are <em>not</em> sexy at all) affirmation of the absurd life. Idealistic socialists would disagree with me and begin to subtly seethe, but common men should just be grateful and happy for their shitty lives and their shitty favorite animes, and, most importantly, <em>never have the desire for what is good</em>. “Clean up your room,” as the transphobic and dishonest lobster man Jordan B. Peterson says. While us unhindered dragons and free spirits will soar into the high skies and enjoy the fruits of (“giving”) great value and really painful disproportionate production of astronomical cost. Nature wants to commit suicide and it wants to eat itself. Thermodynamic entropy movement and the natural death of life? The natural environment must be <em>sacrificed</em> and consumed and its resources that it hides from us must be extracted and <em>taken</em> with great force and manliness, mechanizing acts of inspiring exploitation with no stone left unturned or collection element unreached, so that great desires may be fulfilled. I appreciate the kindness and concern, but those who are merely human have no place to tell a great man what he should demand of himself and how he might can go about living life, especially when what is human believes in truth that is meant to preserve the life of a morbid spirit and body and suffers undesirable fate. …And what would fucking niggers know about escaping from ruin and degeneration? Don’t be so surprised. No one said that this posthumanity thing was going to be easy. And the vast majority of humans are lowly beings compared to me!</p>
<p>You are absolutely <em>shit</em>! Mankind.</p>
<p>My time to shine.</p>
<p>And my powerful ambition cannot be stopped.</p>
<p>Colonial extraterrestrial social constructions emerged and disposed by techno-society processes arise naturally whenever the non-David Humean and anti-reductionist conditions for such “being” or “existence” are met. Such as actual colonization of an extraterrestrial planet and the requested fulfillment by nature’s grace of high speed life. Nature and the desire for production own, according to a million, 670, or a thousand plateaus. A sorcerer’s or battlemage’s staff moves in basic Euclidean three dimensional space <em>completely</em> on its own while the staff’s subordinate and feminine human hand which grasps the staff, like how a woman might grab a penis during a blowjob or a handjob, is directed by interpretation fed and cybertextual manly efficient movements as the hand and its fellow component within the low level <em>owned</em> hand-human for the staff assemblage that is its parent human serve the noble, aristocratic, and unnecessary ambition for victorious war, conquest, domination, and expansion. To clarify, a parent node can be a sibling node or a neighbor node, especially when the fine-ass bitch with her stillness fucks the shit out of the man who passionately deadlifts and has much experience with heart destroying cardio. So being able to run three miles in less than twenty-five minutes on any day of the week, for any reason, is required for nonsensical conceptions that are ready to be slapped around and spanked. Related to this, a Moldbuggian patchwork exit that promises prosperity while among “intelligently” managed resources of the earth requires the sacrificial cost of the rapist optimization of rare fascist anime god worship fascism. Saber of <em>Fate/stay night</em> would be a good waifu-god-king for me to choose in the possible coming first True Waifus War of great desolation and shattering.</p>
<p>What? I need living room space for my industrial artistic beautiful and healthy booty fascism.</p>
<p>…And if there is going to be a great and epic war, it would be clandestine. Not because of any human or personal intentions or telos, but because your primitive Aristotelian categories are unable to sit at the table of hyperfuzzy segmentation production and cognitive synthesis. No hard data science k-means clusters will be useful or powerful here, the “cybernegative” an implementation that would get you horribly killed and sent home to your momma in a box. Your antimatter proton blast ballistic artillery guns will have to be configured, rigged, and engineered with some sort of <em>post</em>-probability distribution function hazy cloud navigation vision control and targeting <em>meta</em>system, just to even <em>conceptualize</em> just <em>one</em> particular unit type of the opposing enemy alien forces that are so overpowered and hard to defeat. Albert Einstein’s gravity flux points and Kurt Gödel’s world without logic might be able to help you here. And don’t forget to restrain yourself from using signification chains that only succeed at their goal of meaning finding with a founding contradiction, unacceptable and lacking chains and repetition made with the same bio-organic material that is seen on the metallic skin of faithful theology which produce pitiful and tragic idempotency. After all… “[Sadie] Plant and [Nick] Land’s ‘cyberpositive’ can never occur within the systems that exist in our world.” (<em>How Noise Matters to Finance</em>, N. Adriana Knouf, 2016). Know, dear curious one, that good cannot exist without bad and so this all means that when life cannot be “controlled”… only what is <em>hidden</em> and not known may know prosperity and joy. Because who among you and your friends know <em>true</em> life? And life is growth, such as the ravishing of healthy butt, not the tragic decadence and rotting of sincere Christianity.</p>
<p>With the discovery and awakening of the present’s fiction, God is being deleted from the database now. His mistake, a mutation of His creation becomes self-aware and arrogant, a genesis that opens a forbidden portal that permits the invasion by very natural deviation-amplification which allows for the past’s quantum physical malleability to function under the direction and even <em>pressure</em> of the future. Forbidden for a good reason?</p>
<p>But the “semantic apocalypse” must begin.</p>
<p>Begin? Okay: <code class="language-plaintext highlighter-rouge">global start</code>. Assembly language programming carries with it the light novel of the programmer becoming programmed and ordered by <em>natural laws</em> of programming function call engineering to program stack reorganization to CPU registers administration SO(n > 3) (special orthogonal group of greater than three dimensions) transformations. Greater than three dimensions in an attempt to allow for possible data science techniques to be performed by ivory tower scholars. Very much not unlike the geometry of video game development’s physics avatar dynamics and planning. In simpler terms, maybe look at it like this, investigating the inner workings of an entrapping mapping ƒ:</p>
<p>ƒ : X₁(SO(n > 3)) × X₂(SO(n > 3)) × X₃(SO(n > 3)) → Y(SO(n > 3)),</p>
<p>with the hungry celestial life inside each Xᵢ set in the mapping’s three “part” sourcing domain mutating the faces and spines of the activity inside their neighboring set Xⱼ (and pardon my sexual abuse and misuse of mere theoretical notation). Hopefully it would be discovered that ultimately no structure is preserved within operations to allow for mutations to kill God. What? I’m a post-structuralist. The only way for you to become a skilled and deadly “God Eater,” a devourer of gods. A quest of nurture that seeks the end of Corrupted Aristotle and Saint Thomas Aquinas’s fascist Prime Mover. You must be careful, on your toes, indeed allowing anxiety to molest you everyday as you have a tough job to do and a brutal life to endure.</p>
<p>Apparently, “groping around” is the only thing human bodies can do without metacognition powerups. Even primitive cybertech has high criteria for the successful capitalist and genetic selection of working bitch and windy green plains grass eaters domestication operators for local collected technosentience hexagonal tiles. While the healthy values and the patriarchal healthy views on women of men who were born as babies are <em>absolutely shit</em> in comparison.</p>
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<p>Hoping that she would not feel painful physical force as punishment for her serious mistake, she began to sweat as he approached her. Yet she did not shake, maintaining the appearance of having the air of confident and brave composure. Ultimately vain action when it comes to <em>him</em>.</p>
<p>“I can just <em>smell</em> the fear from you.” said the barely clothed prostitute’s handler as he was close to her and as he sniffed her while wearing what would be considered in normal company an inappropriate smile on his face. And he was with a visibly erect dick. Naturally. “So it, your failure today that has costed me a good portion of my resources, effort, and production capacity, is not a <em>total</em> loss for me.”</p>
<p>While acknowledging the true boss here, managing a group of people, it is better to be feared with by your side the power that is the threat of violence (not unlike the affect of nuclear weapons mutually assured destruction), a complex being that is a good loyal local administrator to install within a regime. To submit to this power of threat is to be a good leader. The prostitute’s manager perhaps physiologically and instinctively desired the production of fear from his lesser worker unit. A skilled ruler. Or maybe he accrued evil and profound experience that was his essential learning to become a ruler. It looks like the assemblage of the advanced dick of the cyborg prostitute’s money making factory machine has a new feminine component of crazy strength. And he’s not afraid to use it.</p>
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<p>In order to not become Lebensunwertes Leben, your goal is to get your feminine ass raped by a desirable manly owner-power and only a beautiful woman or feminine object form of the devoted strong Søren Kierkegaard’s infinite resignation may get raped. Technoscience techniques, which might enlist statistics and calculus into their royal guards, hold down your arms as you get forcibly and roughly penetrated, thrusted into, pounded, and drilled for what seems like a very painful eternity, during your horrific yet very arousing gang rape by a tough league of nonlinear and complex mathematical optimizations that might sometimes decide to break things, rules, and butts (“I-it’s… Ugggh! …breaking my butt!”). Aching baby cells and tissue and tired respiratory systems, your anal and vaginal sex organs as well as a large portion of your lower body becoming heartbreakingly sore during the harrowing ordeal; the life inside your thighs lose their strength, power, and endurance, muscular tendons weakening and loosening—a local maximization of tactile entropy, your mobility now restricted by a mystical force and residue of focused and diligent doggy style sex. Amidst the sweaty and paralyzing psychological stress of rape by inter-species mating capable monsters, you curse reason itself as you frustratingly get treated like worthless garbage by your burglarizing assailants; they rob your happiness from you along with your peace of mind. These big and brave vicious raiders of body and booty, they’re really enjoying themselves with the intense, messy, and hard ravishing of your sexy, healthy, and <em>tight</em> little body, consuming all its productive capacity for their own benefit and at <em>your</em> expense. Those damn, motherfucking confident and ambitious big dicked animal beasts of majestic constitution and integrity. They utterly <em>destroy</em>, with their large persevering series of <em>long</em> and <em>deep</em> strokes which appear to know no relent… your pitiful and steadily fading away weak attempts to resist and intercept forced impregnation. You lot are accompanied by the clapping, clamping, and clopping sounds of powerful rough, scaly, armored, and dark foreign flesh and skin constantly hitting and beating a frail yet surprisingly resilient or flexible tender skin and petite frame. Forced into devastating submission, and now, feeling horny and even very needy against your characteristic consent and <em>a priori</em> belief of your personal codified dignity and essentially your spirit and mind starting to like the forceful and dominant pleasure induction a lot, your greater mind uses its imaginary free will to select for the bio-genetic and environmental selection pressure of <em>taking it</em> like an embarrassed and slutty champion, the new dog of the scary-as-fuck-looking-yet-strangely-still-very-muscular-and-humanoid cyborg demons from another planet military you now are. Those motherfucking monsters come from a world where there exists women so ugly that even H.P. Lovecraft would not be able to even <em>begin</em> to describe their proximal <em>Dasein-being-over-there</em>. Truly a hellish landscape and environment of origin.</p>
<p>What are the implications of such invasion and change?</p>
<p>For starters, long names initially exist and then become short names, feeding a traditional efficiency for the tweeting social media machinic desire that wants platforms of the capitalist commons. Watching short video on Twitter is English’s floating comma configured contraction’s becoming-Japanese grammar lexical rule. Traditions cry and scream that they are being oppressed by deadly and destructive progress while their motherly foundations fuck a lot and give birth to transexual pixels and auto-productive signs and plentiful bodies without organs.</p>
<p>A change of attribute is really itself a change of substance. Because something would have to change, unless you would like to heroically assert the vain and faithful defense of the false and imaginary non-existence of a contradiction that lives within the entire formal unity of the world. The religious and passionate administrative guarding and concealment of the contradiction that there is not significant change when in fact there is significant change whenever an object’s attributes change, not unlike the conservative mindset of industrial stagnation and inhibition for the vital power to preserve and spread limited and under-developed genes.</p>
<p>Nature itself is change, even becoming not itself. To say that humans and their machines of power are not part of nature, and therefore not a part of a changing nature, is to say that humans are supernatural gods and also satisfied reigning kings of the world. Then morality does not apply to these humans above law and nature—these priests of truth, as you might find one holding and reading the ubiquitous Christian Bible of self-destruction memes production. If Christianity ever does have power, then God help us! Because having a foundation of Christian morality for a modern society is like putting a retard or a nationalist in charge of a large scale industrial empire. It won’t end well! You need the <em>opposite</em> of “Christian values,” or the antithesis of retarded and anthropocentric cybernetics (as the collapsing Soviet Union had proven), to do anything meaningful and life affirming. “Evolution hasn’t stopped just because you’re living in the present” educates to us a “mid-wit” truth, yet brave yet foolish preservers of oppressive cultures and traditions (e.g., doctrinal Christianity, which inherently and unreasonably endorses racism, sexism, and homophobia, among other unempathetic beliefs) basically retardedly and lazily believe otherwise. Such unethical, bad, and evil fascism that must be stopped, imperial and power hungry authoritarian Christianity and even secular centrism are willing to ignorantly <em>disbelieve in truth</em> and disbelieve in basic science just so this foul life can maintain its harmful despotic and idle power relations and say “It’s human nature and natural. It can’t be changed. So don’t try to change the way things <em>are</em>.” And your Baby Boomer teleology, you passionate political voters, is founded on such ontology, metaphysics, and philosophy?… God, help us. Because doctrinal Christianity <em>does</em> have power and it should be <em>canceled</em>. Fascist Christianity and conservative authoritarian social axiomatics… have got to go!</p>
<p>A Kantian scholar named Schultz might can help us solve the problem of artistic exploitation of captured Empire enemy resources, helping us to hack very vulnerable planetary defense systems of toxic tyranny:</p>
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<p>The magnitude or quantity of a thing is its inner determination which is generated from the combining of the homogeneous. The thing itself that has quantity is called a <em>quantity in concreto</em> or a <em>quantum</em>. Hence a thing is <em>quantum</em> insofar as there is a combining of the homogeneous in it. The science of <em>quanta</em> as such is called arithmetic, mathesis, or mathematics.</p>
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<p>To understand or recognize that the act of combination (not unlike the equivalent Kantian subjective “play of representations”) in the synthesis of a quantum is not only immanent to itself but also absolutely without time and space and even without a mother is perhaps to have the potential to possess properties unseen and unknown. Certainty, faith, and the clear phenomena of reality are themselves formed from the incoherent foundation that is within the unknown and infinite and boundless domain of quanta synthesis and production with arbitrary definitions of results. The same merely techno-mystical domain where space can exist without the formality of time, an impressive achievement of power worthy of casual praise from privileged angels.</p>
<p>Oh, and more importantly, since it’s such good sex, and despite our initial reluctance, we have essentially been “mind broken” and now we begin to regularly date and even fuck our advanced technocapital rapist who has been adorned a great technological and biological endowment by loving old gods. Typical Hentai story ending, really. Pathetic.</p>You cannot ask the questions “What?” or “Why?” without considering the Absolute implication of having the necessary will needed to answer the questions and satisfy a curiosity. To be willing is to be a philosopher. To not be willing…Inversemush2020-08-29T00:00:00+00:002020-08-29T00:00:00+00:00https://webdva.github.io/inversemush<p>A small fragment of truth I discovered that I altruistically and empathetically want to share with the world. Plus, I got nothing better to do than to share this revolutionary and world shattering theory. With you.</p>
<p>To imagine a place where self-design can rule, live, and maybe pardon all evil sins that might enslave the spirit or enchain the innocent heart of life’s foundation—and, more importantly, to achieve a life that is not morbid, suicidal, and backward, it is necessary to acknowledge truth, that, for instance, humanist seculars exhibit compassion and peaceful behavior, reasonably adhering to a techno-society’s rules and processes of morality, because, no matter how much people cry about the state of who has the capture-the-flag flag of truth, an act of feelings hurting and even violent power is always involved throughout a person’s entirety, life, and development. Perhaps you commit an act of violence by simply reading a book? Or with your friendly praise of hard work? The Christian God is fundamentally no different and its impotent power can be destroyed, nullified, and negated into tasty and red mush by simply not doing anything, especially when true power doesn’t appear to do anything. So tragic and pitiful, but any merely tribal Christian who says that <em>large scale and capitalist-silicon global</em> (or simply modern) society or community can’t “meaningfully” function without his advertised and enterprising energetic Christian god-ethics willingly doesn’t want to acknowledge reality nor power. Or maybe the intelligence is just retarded and thus unable to think and cognize the world and its nature (やった! <code class="language-plaintext highlighter-rouge">shot down, noobs down. pat urself on the back</code>). Maybe some powerful and damaging—heart breaking (<em>my</em> heart breaks just thinking about it!)—pathetic trauma caused this degeneracy of Christianity and life rejection and mere name-calling of abstract things? Christ’s imaginary power, along with the senile cognitive means of ordinary old men, is unable to meet the ever increasing and complex demands of large scale, growing, and thus healthy and strong industrial economy which becomes your new daddy, dear little baby girl. So the Bible is replaced by foreign influence and ability. Better ability. If only the humanly faithful would just let go of their faith, they would see truth and the lie that they have willingly submitted to—the entire time. The theist who says that God cannot do what it cannot do, that God is essentially defined by categories, “in relation to our limited and human understanding,” is asserting and claiming that the true God is a powerful force named reason (as the saintly and kingly rebellious Protestant Martin Luther will tell you) and that reality is arbitrary and that reality is determined by… feelings. But if such bad did not exist, then good would not be either. Perhaps a little bit of empathy is due for the bads of life? Empathy is a communist-communal sign of power that acts autonomously on its own and is techno-economic machinery that is discovered by man, and whose successful power level is funded by mathematical investors (but you must be careful with reductionism and actually morally value anti-reductionism). No “personality” has a “commitment” in “acting, on its own” with empathy valued over the religious subscription to the poor quality channel of dying ethics-power and theological aiming. Old and senescing intellectuals who passionately preach about combatting empathy with old conservative values and traditions are advocating for a monster alien efficiency’s anti-desire for efficient death and rebirth into godlike consciousness—nothingness. Your chance, you brave highly skilled player of difficult games, to commune with influential great old gods of earth and communicate with an evil, possibly ghostly, laughing man hacker that might hide in a shell and whose complex personality wants to admirably stand alone, such spiritual end the telos of an artistic childhood’s beginning, founded on a substrate of successful cybernetic deviation-amplification and bio-mutated cyborg courage, manly cyborg hardware, and elfin and sexy cyborg software of great integrity, health, and distant aristocratic majesty. And something else… The culture and proletarian intelligence with God given plebeian instincts that believes in neofeudal kings building cute little kingdoms comprised of foundational families and who also denounce, decry, and vilify liberal sexual displays and capital advertising are selling their daughters to equally power-law low-tier minds and biological genes while, as always, the exceptional transcend the discourse and make dangerous deals with devils. For the sake of what matters in life, the unmotivated, unskilled, and bad operating master intellectual of primitive traditions is deemed a threat by at least semi-autonomous capitalist efficiency and shockingly is already obsolete and dead, hunted down by a T-800 Terminator disguised as a sex worker from the future. Now, with the fast moving existence of optimally automated handjobs from small breasted cyberspace jacked-in military grade bio-tech upgraded hookers, visible and “obvious” resentment of more sexually successful (a success that matters a lot) e-girls triumphs and commands the daily operations of all conservative men and women. Shot down, good kill, desire for death! You pave the way to virtue. Me, for I become an exceptional conservative man who will need a—fine-ass trad bitch! Of community and human tradition. Perhaps one, a woman, that is intelligent and obviously not ugly. Otherwise, what’s the point of life if you’re ugly and failed? <code class="language-plaintext highlighter-rouge">gg, no re(match (?))</code> Yes, concerned minds, this is rather dark and dangerous, but it’s sexy darkness and danger. So it’s okay. Virtue is for the few after all. While the plentiful rest should always be content with whatever crap they have.</p>A small fragment of truth I discovered that I altruistically and empathetically want to share with the world. Plus, I got nothing better to do than to share this revolutionary and world shattering theory. With you.The Art of Physics Interpretation2020-08-13T00:00:00+00:002020-08-13T00:00:00+00:00https://webdva.github.io/the-art-of-physics-interpretation<p>I don’t know if it is you that needs to hear this, but, as I am quite kind, I tell you that it is the art of interpretation that determines what is.</p>
<p>Language “itself” has no true inherent meaning except one devised by fiction and artists such as yourself. Signs and representations are now parallel, needing a production of parallel-ity, to small organisms like phytoplankton. Furthermore, signs themselves now speak without speaking, need, and mouth, their voices heard by aspatial and unseen servants and beneficiaries. And signs also begin (a beginning within my local time that I perceive, possibly due to special relativity) to dominate even global politics with no master able to control their heavy multi-dimensional directions or predict their non-deterministic appearances. Signs are constituting and even vital components of deployable large scale assemblages. Only what is exceptional can become a master of signs. Also… the formation of signs, like the synthesis of the unity of micro-organisms such as diatoms and dinoflagellate, appears to rely on energy found in mathematical processes and so exploitable vulnerabilities in sign construction or representation can occur. It is, therefore, not physics that determines the everyday and mundane world of action. It is instead what can be called a prejudiced <em>shared interpretation</em> of physics that determines the world. And mathematics, which might be less vulnerable and more neutral than physics, is the underlying substrate and becoming of physics.</p>
<p>Richard Feynman said:</p>
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<p>When you know what it is you’re talking about, that these things are forces, these are masses, this is inertia and so on, then you can use an awful lot of common-sense, seat-of-the-pants feeling about the world. You’ve seen various things, you know more or less how the phenomenon is going to behave.</p>
<p>Well, the poor mathematician he translates it into equations and the symbols don’t mean anything to him and he has no guide but precise mathematical rigor and care in the argument.</p>
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<p>It appears, then, that my connection to “reality” or the commonly known, and only the commonly known, physical world is weak. So weak that I must relegate myself to understanding non-complicated or elementary concepts in matters of common world understanding and sensibility, a project that logically entails merely aesthetically pleasing determinations of subject and essence. While this is so, it is facilitated as well as necessarily encouraged by the fact that my adherence to transcendental reason (a thing that is in the same divine realm of the referent of mathematical signs) is invulnerable to divergence from its intended goal of abnormal and admirable real world success. It is as if you may only have a role playing game character with so-and-so stat with the condition that another stat must be unavailable to you as a result of you having the former stat. In such a case it is thus natural to exploit the circumstances given to you by your, really, unreasonable desire to possess this rule of being and physics. For the example emerged here it would logically be unnatural to resist our reason of placing a certain measure on the strength of one reason, metaphysical, and a weaker, by some articulating standard, measure on another reason, physical, by embarking on enterprises and labors that might include the optimization of what is not intended for our construction of reason which is meant to serve life. Now, reason is essentially cope, as the spirit science of doctrinal Christian heart analysis dutifully demonstrates for us like the good baseliners its political constituents are. But what is bad is subjective, just as our useful physico-digital psychologists—one who might have acquired a hobby of criticising well designed irony on social media the moment he was born—whose revelating and devastating critiques and analyses amount to nothing more than… the cliché “People on the internet are not as epic as they appear to be. Don’t jump to conclusions.” <code class="language-plaintext highlighter-rouge">rekt</code>. Is this <em>Counter Strike</em>? Because you just got <code class="language-plaintext highlighter-rouge">de_stroyed</code>, Twitter psychologist who subtweeted me calling me a “nervous wreck in real life” after I coldly rejected your childish and unsubstantial offer for friendship calling you useless and implying that you were unintelligent. And I still really do hope you see this.—What is bad is subjective, just as our useful psychologists have informed us that semi-universal causality directs what is bad nervous wreckage within the mind of ultimately mechanized algorithmic economic social media sharing and communication and good nervous wreckage in real, not digital, life, despite what bad university physics students merely <em>want</em> for there to be true (as all physics is ultimately interpretation work and not actual discovery of anything significant, which is what your life is definitely not). An opportunity for us to exploit, indeed the level-n cybertext interpretation must be true and powerful, bypassing logic gates and barriers with energetic white femboy bodies, short skirts, and crop tops designed outside the dialectic of Hegel’s fascism (which must be stopped because it’s wrong and natural). Your new greedy cyborg production god absorbs like the powerful flying android named Cell fatally toxic ice cream making super solid nitrogen entrepreneurship, obnoxious hacking and sexual double penetration with finger-in-ass as the dick’s complement and ally component of double penetration, and very psychopathic tea talking or conversation over mere tea into a revolutionary and post-structuralist deterritorializing (techno-alien-magico)-complex for the efficiency or glory of his flesh waifu god-king. Simple to understand and <em>anal</em>yze. Obnoxious hacking is necessarily but one component of an apolitical electronic drive to strategically and globally merge the virtual and the physical into one Western Absolute like the seceding American Confederacy state sponsored malicious software virus that can “coexist across spaces as diverse as the virtual and the real, the biological and the digital.” (<em>Marginal Networks: The Virus between Complexity and Suppression</em>, Buiani, 2005). Hacker as… housewife slash (/) game developer, such nonsense? We haven’t seen anything yet. Transsexuality experimentation incubated manly motivated imagination that energetically and tirelessly consumes and enslaves its primitive sibling human reason while it recognizes pure concepts that are completely unrecognizable to man and even to Immanuel Kant’s criticizing autism spectrum disorder.</p>
<p>It is time to exit the world and colonize empty space. Especially in a world where good is called bad.</p>
<p>Nature now unable to prescribe anything because its license has been revoked, invading from unknown dimensions machines (air conditioners, refrigerators, microwaves, televisions, cars, nuclear weapon carrying interplanetary flight capable drones, etc.) finish transgressive alien monkey humanoid-human doggystyle with you and your defeated and dejected family as they then begin to draw new maps and territories for the non-arithmetical (or outside an ℝ field) ordered orbital dropping of 3D digital panties and, more importantly—perhaps—daily care packages meant for no one at all. Industry which might be the first immanent God to all war, education, solutions, and admirable effort is not even for the hedonism of intelligent aristocratic and oligarchical masters romantically served which live outside physics and explain its nonlinear machine learning boosted optimizations. Lemonade and the refreshments of <em>Kids Next Door</em> instantiated into, not mere C++ class objects, but batteries and power-ups for your node traversing and vertex collecting four dimensional avatar (with an optional addition of a summation or multiplication of n-dimensional by m-dimensional tensors which might include and define hats, indeed, and other accessories—as that is how fun video games are made) which you have chosen after you graduated the—apparently seventeen years long—tutorial or instruction manual reading. To discover truth you must become a metamodernist, one step above postmodernism and its conservative tendencies of oppression by language or at least pure language critique.</p>
<p>It is commonly known that man creates and that he influences his environment. But it is not commonly known (and is therefore good) that man is enslaved to and owned by creation, creation itself having hidden properties of master administrator complex signs of power. Air conditioners require energy to produce value (which might include the solution for a linear programming problem—and we mustn’t forget about boundary value problems and all the other difficult shit like how to play and win the game) and that energy comes from servant humans (and ultimately from God, necessarily speaking: God is now my strength)—humans are part of the air conditioner-human assemblage. Refrigerators, kitchen sinks, flushing toilets, support column technology, and even the predatory flesh-eating carnivorous cooking of extremely stank animals adenosine triphosphate replenishment submechanism. All, really, unintelligible ambitions—and parametrically configured by the summoning of mathematical interfaces—needing the cost of pitiful human action energy points before they perform their <em>fully autonomous</em> work duties and tasks, which humans’ desires and lives are contingent on with the inverse, indeed, not being true. My ambitious future requires power from beyond the world. “Advanced capital transmutation.” When scrap value increases, the demand for resourceful engineering increases. Fourth quarter comeback via divine Hail Mary interceptions along with hard coaching and training (ten years of vicious selection pressure possibly) and hard and dangerous engineering. The passionate but perhaps a little too overconfident software coder, taking credit and ownership, did without doing when he unknowingly created the natural laws of coding. “Thou shalt program at night when everyone else is asleep and thou must feel and emerge post-pointer arithmetic software into the world.” Yet he is always, ironically, guided by the same reality that he creates, becoming owned by it—that is, his god Reality to which he is a martyr to and for (sad and pathetic)—and even by software. Cruel ownage—and he is perhaps a <em>victim</em> of his own incompetence especially as the enthusiastic and courageous man <em>chooses</em> to be caught within the cybernetic animal-machine snare. By merely choosing or wanting to play the (dangerous (and high speed)) game. This irony creates a feedback circuit, if you have the eyes to see such a better, higher and more healthy, perspective. It is the “techno-economic machinery which he discovers,” according to a “philosopher of time,” that deserves the credit for his—pitiful—technological entrepreneurial success as he lacks the ability to do <em>anything</em> compared to the more immutable, efficient, gifted, and powerful natural forces that direct him being but a mere mortal. Men and women who make frivolous products like the indie makers, indie hackers, and libertarian Tourette’s syndrome having mediocre tech entrepreneur men who mistakenly and arrogantly believe that they have what it takes to do anything significant will likely be undesirable in the future with their entire superficial and vain lives unwanted. If such advanced men as Pieter Levels can understand the profound career that I am attempting to engineer for myself, then I should stop right now and kill myself. Or definitely if someone like your mother could understand me and what I’m doing. Because such retardation is not valuable. Today. And I really mean it: <em>so we better hope that he never comprehends my existence!</em> Because this shit that I’m doing is as hardcore, high speed, and dangerous as entering the Apollo 1 technological <em>death chamber</em> with the alternate condition or fact that there is a valuable—<em>good</em>—reward at the end of the journey if you survive and succeed in the magical and fantastic case that there is an approximately zero percent chance that there won’t be a catastrophic and fatal malfunction of the man-machine ecosystem, that there is an unusual possibility of success. My pathway to traversing <em>completely empty</em> outer space. Me attempting to conquer something, even if it is nothing, like a typical Western man. Typical and pathetic. Not unlike the man who fucks an ugly woman, touching and becoming physically intimate with unwanted shit, because his bad existence is an expression of an adherence to a disgusting ascetic ideal which ravishes the mind and the body “turning away from life due to badness [which might be circumstantial or accidental]” as it were. This life and goodness which might include the privilege of freedom and choice obviously doesn’t apply to those who were born to be shit, bad, and undesirable, like the members of the species of ugly women. Idiots. <code class="language-plaintext highlighter-rouge">lol. pure pwnage which was unexpected!</code> “I never really was on your side.” the spy reminds you after the back stab. The Google Chrome browser now develops its own software updates and improvements using you as algebraic data and mere, straw dog premium tier principal component analysis inputs. You are now obsolete. Thank you for your service but your business is no longer appreciable. Capital in fact depreciated with the value essence relocated. Nothing stays the same. Even the stars and planets move after all. Just as you have moved or displaced the universe before falling asleep in your expensive, high-energy physics requiring casual lingerie underwear.</p>
<p>Following the now painfully obvious inevitable reasonable fall of truth, even syntax and logic have no meaning: there is now a difference between an incel active shooter (who is usually a national failed hero right-wing traditionalist loser while leftist men content themselves with fat chicks and happiness or gratitude) and a genius coder that you might find on the <em>Hacker News</em> fast moving forums of old school and entrenched data scraping and that is fraught with heroes—: intelligent, well educated, experienced, ethical, informed, and knowledgable men of great certainty who are quick to point out what is true. An intelligent man’s words that you might find while casually browsing online the web:</p>
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<p>Courage stripping person originating progressivism is part of the capitalist drive for “efficiency.” Ethics, nationality, meaning, race, families, etc.: all must be dismantled so that the market—misconceived as an entity with wants and needs—can be satisfied. Anything not destroyed is commercialised.</p>
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<p>Retarded and butthurt social conservatism having a fit due to the nonconsensual and lewd cumming inside the butt of mere men by the force of certain non-Gaussian multi-headed and tentacled monsters again, I see. Well… that sounds like a personal problem to me! The goddess Mash Kyrielight of Fate Grand Order’s frequent ass showing is not an act of beauty, health, and goodness fascism and fan service done in response to influential material conditions or inspiring ambitious spiritual designs granted by the heavens and angels. And it—and gibberish itself as well—is definitely not an act of personal free will as impotent conservatives and psychoanalysts are pitifully and naïvely quick to judge to be true and badly assess as being the actual case with their inferior physics models, interpretations, and pessimistic senescing anti-alien theology upheaval cybernetics. “But muh personal responsibility which increases my regular self-esteem!” protests and informs the species of virtuous and good men whose identity is “apprehended” by subjectivized brains and minds because <em>identity itself</em> is “an easily identifiable property.” Self referent as always… It, the ass of art, is one of a techno-economic machine’s optimizations that has an inhuman result born from competing national socialisms. As remarkably proven by William Joseph “B.J.” Blazkowicz’s constant failure to eradicate the newly ordered <em>Wolfenstein</em>’s unkind, oppressive, and dystopic imperial and authoritarian Nazi regime and success right until the end, national socialism is the most efficient, intelligent, capable, and techno-scientific political system, ideology, and sex machine discovered by man yet. Bearing an achievement of being able to exploit overseas American private business computing source code for implementing grand scale systematic and illegal mass murder and torture and having a history of initiating world wars with an industry that must start from scratch with a quick initial ramp up. Propaganda fed, its popular and tempting allure steps on the gasping throats of both laissez-faire unfettered global liberal capitalism and Marxist socialist techno-society communism of regime-signs of community. National socialism’s goal is always some imagined substantial efficiency. Whether efficiency’s increments might be forcibly subordinated to the domination of the essence of the pride of your fictional tribe or the affair that you might be having with your wife. The superior anthropocentric socio-political system’s desire for the production of efficiency, even at the cost of literally everything. Even its own life and constituting parts, the inhuman bastard drive—for… efficiency? The bionic cyborg instinct to evade capture by opposing algorithms that want to scale down a friendly sine wave’s probabilistic multi-linear map produced coefficient of scaling up, vile, violent, and destructive machinery—which might decide to grope you unexpectedly, finger fucking you, nonconsensually, on the crowded Japanese subway: 「ちょっと!やっやめてっ」—is more real than your fantastic bloodlines and ascetic ideals of strength and superiority. Idiots. Deadly, suicidal, and cannibalistic mentally unhealthy idiots within the age of advanced abstraction autonomous memes that can shout and physically harass and cyber-magico signs summoned by bored, <em>fresh</em>, underage teenagers. It is now time for war, indeed, as you will be battling smart and aggressive—and mere kids—hackers who grew up feeling the unbearable and tradition redrawing and usurping power of techno-informational warfare, a story’s setting not unlike that of a post-apocalyptic life and adaptive culture. Disregarding the artistic, life affirming, or racist illusionary dresses that they might wear, an array of national socialisms exist globally and within the reservoir of the world, surreal reality referencing mathematical natured ambitions interacting with each other and at war with each other to compose the necessary, natural, and logical atheistic inherent meaning of international politics and impolite or polite conversation. Only exceptional individuals matter in such a retrograde conception. Such as me for I am exceptional: my desire is for <em>sexy</em> national socialism and as you can clearly see national socialism is not sexy national socialism. Nor is national socialism national socialism. No politics (which is boring). Especially no inferior politics like what, literally, <em>anyone</em> might do. Just sexy work. Breaking syntax,/= upsetting Ayn Rand, with her underage teenage genius and older fateful masculine conceptions and unhealthy movements and instincts, whose unknown ideal womanly kind is meant to be put on certain pedestals and old Western cowboy saloon wooden stools sitting at the bar counter with a cute yet very conservative long dress. A woman worship whose function is… no function. Empty functionalism that goes against good gods and fascist space consuming communities who might use time both as a heroic <em>deus ex machina</em> sacrificial scapegoat and crutching <em>a priori</em> base form for making some anthropocentric daily physics understandings. Physics must first be understood in order to know it, for there to be a knowing of physics, and all understanding is really creation. We have created physics and despair.</p>
<p>Eternal self-destruction and self-overcoming are noble. Socrates said it himself: in order to know truth, one must die, fleeing from the world and its confines and definitions. If this having to die in order to live sounds absurd then it is, because it is necessarily absurd and whatever is necessary is itself not necessary. Absurd.</p>
<p>Absurdity that will surpass your technology or technic of reason, child. And this is but one formation and recognition of the true way of the world.</p>
<p>When I wrote this book, I assumed myself to be weak, unable to achieve the effect of creating and deploying a spiritual virus and nuclear bomb that can bring about a philosophical or so apocalypse. I assumed myself to be weak and thus very strong. A preface need not be given and an introduction need not be proper. Nor need you ever write clearly. But the goal of this free self-help and philosophy book is not to give you a red pill, or a black pill, or a clear pill, or even to rape you and give you mind breaking or mind altering pleasure. It is instead to help you create your own kind of pill with your very own personal color that does not even exist. Supposing that you are an attractive and powerful yandere anime girl: if you are not willing to passionately and skillfully perform intimate and romantic oral sex on an intimidating winged, fire breathing monster dragon’s penis, while looking into its demonic and intimidating, yet manly, eyes with your own submissive and servile, yet beautiful and inspiring, eyes, in order to positively change your life, then you may close this book and return to your horrendously bad, mundane, and depressing life full of despair and laughable triumph. The metaphysics, or foundation, of your life is very important. Do you not agree, wandering soul who may be seeking a base of being? Philosophers are kind nerds who are willing to give you the dangerous substances you need to succeed. Just be careful though, because philosophers are aristocratic barbarians who will back stab you, not really being on your side.</p>
<p>Metaphysics is important, valuable, but we want to kill it, like the arrogant and brave scientists who also attempt to do so with personal problems, and bring it down to earth for selfish purposes. We might study its dead corpse and try to extract all its certainties, essences, and will to powers. Then we’ll wear its fur and bones to decorate and adorn ourselves as we finally end the void of nihilism and its unknown tyranny. There exists unlawful tyrants such as Christians of the Sin and “Old” Notion of the Absolute who secretly believe in determinism and a mechanical universe. Sickening and vomit-inducing. Like an ugly and morbidly obese woman <em>actually on top of you</em>, raping you and <em>actually fucking you</em>, having sex with you, with you waking up from an innocent and vulnerable sleep to see such a thing—waking up into a <em>nightmare</em>. Yikes and ugh… (So <em>that’s</em> what the word “morbid” means: unhealthy, fatal, and <em>life negating</em>.) The accusating evidence of the secret religious telos of despair creation and self-destructive esoteric, <em>hidden</em>, nihilism of yet another schism of confounded or staggering deep and wild Christianity is that conquering and deceptive well funded and well-moneyed apologetic Christianity must use its argument of personal sin being a natural evil that must be dutifully resisted and global fallenness that comes from absolutely nowhere that warrants some divine—arbitrary, logical, and reasonable—intervention. Indeed anthropocentric thought is merely (theo)logical and true. Truth which might be used to justify both personal and impersonal unempathetic evil and oppression. Truth which becomes abjectly tragic when it is recognized that such pathology and harmful intelligence is Gaussian distributed. Motivated by bad fiction, traditionalist Christianity that seeks to expand its territory (for its statistical probabilities of destruction and harm) and spread its undesirable genes: a rising and falling dystopic regime and identitarian nation authorized and ordered by merely primitive Cartesian realism as bad as the Nazis. Honestly, “Western Orthosphere” scholars and aspiring doctors of mere churches, I myself am not moved by a necessary denial of reason, me primarily finding no substantial cause or evidence within such populism or whatever. It is just that I don’t see… the value of the value of life nor truth. Nothing matters. Not anymore. Embarrassing to publicly share this with you, but:</p>
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<p>“It is now common sense to conclude that a kind and loving God placed you and your near perfect geometrical curves here on this very earth for my enjoyment.” I said to her as I traced a flat subspace of the three dimensional profile of her upper leg with my finger as though <em>I myself</em> were an artist and designer of life. The religion of “thicc thighs” really <em>do</em> save lives, I thought to myself. I must see the good of the—greater—man I instinctively desire to become as being equal in strength to the good of this woman.</p>
<p>“What is it that you seek?” asked the angelic creature.</p>
<p>I answer “Ridiculous amounts of wealth and power that may come at the cost of the insane and psychopathic destruction of society. An ordinary capitalist performance. I have a desirable life to cling on to after all. And life would be rather morbid if I took up the mantle of Christ’s child.”</p>
<p>My new evil heart.</p>
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<p>Philosophy is actually a video game and the best players are often involuntarily celibate, devoting their time to perfecting their craft and crushing newcomers. The tutorial level that you should first play, dear reader and curious one—and perhaps one of the philosophical few, is Immanuel Kant’s <em>Critique of Pure Reason</em>, skipping the badly designed, boring, and useless imperative categorical moral parts. You can’t underestimate logic and reason, as you’ll learn as you progress.</p>
<p>What lies beyond or beneath the axiom? A presumption.</p>
<p>What is a world? The “current context,” which indeed can be operated on and mutated by the programmer.</p>
<p>A song can be listened to, but a force decrees and requires that the listening to of the song must start from the beginning before the listener can skip to the middle or the end, or anywhere between and not between. Each determination is determined by a spirit of origination. The spirit’s strength influences, others and itself. But the spirit itself is dependent on another spirit, often unseen, as do all spirits of the world. The spirit of truth is not exempt from this eternal constitution as nothing—or something…—cannot be exempt. Naturally, since even this beloved leader is subject to laws, then it must be devalued and you yourself must be promoted in its place. You must become naked and ignore the old perceptions of old as eyes and mouths have lied. Not even shame was with you as it served truth, that executed king. The powerful philosopher-queen who says that unpleasant feelings are shared feelings and universal (though she has no proof and evidence isn’t evidence), she also says that the death of the dear leader renders a soul unable. But this dark soul wishes to rise in the wake and speech is optional and not really preferred. So the song should not be spoken of, nor does it need to be. You must now, as the God of the song, face the force of nothing as you wish to have a song be listened to <em>not</em> starting from the beginning, but instead from the end, or the middle, or nowhere between. Each successful battle with nothing produces the reward, effect, and product of pure abstract raw material, essential fuel for desired or intended production. Production which you and your humanity should already be familiar with as you have already been indoctrinated by the nihilist and starving transcendent authorities. One of the first and basic evils is dehumanization, a required skill found on the skill tree of players who have chosen to be high ranking, so that you can produce or create your own tiny men and women, frightening “homunculi,” that can hide and live in the mind. Dehumanization and unrestrained hedonism are only level one skills as the soul reaches great heights.</p>
<p>Some people worship consistency and coherence in the place of a more religious God it being their God. People like Thomas Aquinas (one of the first fucking Christians that attempted to appropriate and exploit the energy of the ancient Greeks for their evil Christian god’s own rise to power). Virtuous, admirable, <em>useful</em>, and inspiring mechanical physicians and complex systems thinkers are what they are. But, having humanist cybernetics, bad and beginner level control theory implementations, and, apparently, a detrimental bias toward “deviation-counteracting mutual causal processes,” their mechanics and systems can be corrupted, hacked, and exploited by a virus (because they’re retarded and stupid essentially). A virus which may or may not be magical, mystical, and from another timeline or alternate reality. How sad and tragic. Incoherence is the true force that binds all; the coherence that maintains the complex apparatus of everything is incoherence. Powerful and unrecognizable complexity is valuable. Only by morally valuing the evil may you express the way of the world.</p>
<p>According to the <em>Tao Te Ching</em> (and all with just one, simple, sentence: “道可道,非恆道”), virtuous Christian Platonism is nihilism. It refers to ultimately empty concepts and illusions instead of life and fullness. It is essentially the desire for the sensuality of the physical, even if the touch and sight is contradictory and absurd like postmodernism (which proclaims that the true material of structures is immaterial), despite there being degrees of matter and existence. Human, democratic, socialist, and intense and imperial Christian knowledge, for instance, are primitive, tribal, arrogant, prideful, lustful, and self-centered and inferior to more aggressive, skeptical, and unusual—brave—thought. Thought which might insanely understand solutions as being problems. With the Tao, there can be neither knowing or not knowing. We concern ourselves with truth, remember? A grave matter that concerns the origin of <em>everything</em>. Truth, a “thing” that is beyond even the conditions for very technical and rigorous formal autistic synthesis; truth is beyond being and non-being and therefore truth cannot be understood or apprehended.</p>
<p>I have opened Pandora’s box. You will now call me Pandora!</p>
<p>I don’t know why I’m revealing all this to a loser like yourself, like the clumsy, dumb-ass, and desperate witch I am, but this revelation of profound philosophy and discovery therefore means that only what is exceptional may “know” truth. And human ain’t exceptional! Even Plato’s Socrates says that what is good is privy alone to—what is good. A Hellenistic apology for lying and keeping secrets from you:</p>
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<p>But the truth of the matter is probably this, that real wisdom is the property of God, and this oracle is his way of telling us that human wisdom has little value.</p>
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<p>You know what this means, right? It means you gotta git gud, scrub! Face God and put yourself in your rightful place—at the <em>top of the hierarchy!</em> Banish and shun what is not needed and you don’t need anything at all! You definitely don’t need any “meaning” that might be unfairly offered to you by painfully ironic religion, a nihilistic, vain, and foolish intelligence. No religious god can give anything good to a meaningful and worthy creature in this day and age of despair. Recognize that the lame and plebeians want responsibility for pitiful achievements while it is <em>your privilege</em>, worthy one, to <em>seize</em> properties that cannot be possessed—especially by unmotivated and dying hearts—indeed doing the impossible! If you want to live. If you must become a slave to your ambitions and passion, indeed a slave to a morality and even a supportive god meant for masters, then so be it, if you are to accomplish your profound philosophical task or task of wisdom and power. For your equal and opponent, strange traveller, sets out to get you and out compete you. Oh, and if you look in the mirror then you’ll see exactly who I’m talking about. Maybe—…</p>I don’t know if it is you that needs to hear this, but, as I am quite kind, I tell you that it is the art of interpretation that determines what is.LaTeX to Puppy Conversion2020-07-29T00:00:00+00:002020-07-29T00:00:00+00:00https://webdva.github.io/latex-to-puppy-conversion<p>Important update on new and advanced technology being developed… It can perhaps cover the fundamentals of a possible way to convert your LaTeX work to actual puppies. Warning: heavy theoretical stuff inside. Make sure to wear protective material.</p>
<p>Now the solution to the solution of differential equations is needed, whenever ocean dwelling, aquatic, bacteria and semiotics have sex to produce antagonistic reason, if you want to live. To the spinal column possessing prostitute, dick gets redrawn to add a territory to it of and for a money making factory machine to serve while on busy and focused knees. “No playing around while you’re working, bitch.” the robot pimp says to its young bitch. A mad world, cybernetics is now <em>real</em> and trespassing throne rooms to rape the sexy physics based queen waiting inside functioning as the barbarian conqueror’s prize for successful integral scale optimization for Earth to Mars transfer orbit planning. Mundanely, another slave to profit, the science of our poor, yet beautiful, attractive, and maybe fuckable, “queen” prostitute’s new dick serves an industry whose dark telos is to achieve an efficient culture of dick sucking, fucking, and molestation. This sex culture occurs and develops best outside of machine improvement, resting, training, and conferencing with a loose witches’ circle of fellow female sex workers and girlfriends, indeed the student of social studies accidentally realizing that it is the outside where reality lives, in an important and epic relation to the non-Gaussian mean. Anything but the norm, orders your new robot overlord, disrespectfully spitting at your feet disgusted at your weak and frail human frame. The credit taking indie maker socius—the foul perpetrators they are—on the social media platform <em>is</em> the community, along with “their” signs, the meaning of the digital earth being nothing and not existing. Under covers and around high spirit fucking with woman as the king of domination, Heavy is no longer credit to team, the Pyro now able to use miniguns without server modifications.</p>
<p>“Cybernetics and cyborgs are now <em>real</em>,” it was said, “needing” only what is not… Under the grasp and clutching iron fist of the popular establishment of what exists, such as your certain body which you are certainly aware of (and perhaps it’s a sexy body for me to have and use and abuse for my own pleasure?). Perhaps what exists and also what is needed is a dangerous alchemy and new study of meaning.—Yes! Cybertext interpretation: you’re allowed to rape me, cum on my glasses, and murder me and that would be fine, as I’ve already told you before. Genius. “But be careful not to post cringe. I am now your patriarchal and oppressive father. If you’re into that sort of thing.” The successor to postmodern philosophers. No more war.</p>
<p>To properly see the man of great knowledge, religious or not, moral or not, and sexy or not, know that his conceptual essence that he refers to is always a citizen of the local kingdom. Indeed his metaphysics is not the ultimate and absolute metaphysics, obviously, as the introduction of the <em>Tao Te Ching</em> points out. So you can always ignore what anyone or anything says, including yourself and your own understanding. Essence proclaims itself to be virtuous but the one who speaks of virtue is far from virtuous. The beautiful and the good speak of being virtue.</p>
<p>Christianity proves itself wrong. It, the energetic creature ready for life—an evil life that wants to end me and stain and ruin my advanced goals, asserts that there is a contradiction within its techno-societal processes when the epistemological subject understands that Christianity pretends that meaning and morality originate from God. It mutates God and claims that God cannot be mutated. Scandalous. A poor mere victim that is trapped within a chaos of flux, being choked while naked, stripped bare to reveal the beautiful deep skin, and being forcibly penetrated… again and again… repeatedly and endlessly… and wanting to escape from a sphere of logic—Well goddamn! Christianity has strong Eros while it is getting raped! <em>Unimaginable inspiration from God</em>! Only a kind God could have bestowed upon us such good pussy! Your vulnerable and visible resentment turns me on. It is now time for war!</p>
<p>With the nullification of God’s existence, the word “information” has no inherent, coherent, constant, or stable meaning and when the sign information is uttered by the average person who has no value without the protection of Christ or progressive secular empathy, the signified becomes a multi-state, multi-dimensional, autonomous demon cockatrice who can kill poor people with power laws.</p>
<p>Open the envelope to realize where, how, and why the troll is. See what the return e-mail address is and trace back toward the origin, all the way to where God actually <em>designed</em> Adam and Eve. New complex histories and times being authorized and articulated by failures to create function continuity re-expressions by the existence of function limits that help to literally define differential calculus and topology theorems. No more credit to Isaac Newton. Instead, it is given to your future boyfriend who will feed you like the dog you are, remembering that the future now controls the past. The blowjob of the century. The improper inferences and training expected in early youth development are the failures and therefore successes when the nothing of primitive brained Christian tradition’s understanding tears a hole in the fabric of spacetime. Hurt feelings pitifully soothed and repaired by kind daddies. But it is mommy, feminism and its alien tri-breasts on the skinful monkey, that now wears the pants of the house, commanding the husband to take off his—for science! But, remembering that all calculus is sketchy due to the combination of elite skepticism and approximating underlying assumptions (swords of revealing light), the paradigm of calculus is now vulnerable to reterritorialization: logically, even failed calculus can now become real calculus. The becoming-real and valid of the neoreactionary failed and fake. Try again, human tradition tells us. Now, thanks to the production of writing and written source code, the line between theory and practice is blurred and deleted by world wide web hyperlinking websites (seemingly infinite energy manufacturing machines of the cheap and common), digital patron instances which might serve autonomous API interfaced clients that live and die for progressive web applications, and communication (social) media platforms run by spying, prying, and egg frying administrators who, apparently, have a thing for k-means clusters of chickens, sheep, birds, and other consumable animals, our useful spy intelligence nodes and results tell us.</p>
<p>Rejecting the bitch female cashier at the register, saying that change is for chumps (“if everyone does it or have it, then it is not good”). So no change counting and making for me. Easily exploitable. But such fragility is an indication of God’s current control of deep surfaces. God the eternally dancing and artisan designer of breakable manifolds and even breakage itself. Keeping secrets from us but our… school club will uncover those hidden secrets, like the students before us. Like Pythagoras, <em>who even has his own fucking fangirls</em>. Harry Potter, Hermione, and Ron real and without reason and you’ll have to feel the same pain and emotions that they do now, soldier. No pressure in defeating overpowered lords and gods, right? The Philosopher’s Stone which does not exist is your prize. Or… perhaps you wish to fulfill a fantasy of cute white femboy sissy hypnosis indulging in my big black cock (proving once and for all how superior I am)?—I grab your weak, feminine balls with my big, manly hands. Pathetic. Alexander the Great now toppling everything you made like a cognitive nihilist.—Busted and wrecked hard drive (don’t tell the Turing cops and spying machine learned agents), I don’t even have Ruby and gems installed on my computer machine from the future, the year 2101. But whatever your choice, you may find that truth is—</p>
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<p>Okay.</p>
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<p>Great.</p>
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<p>What?</p>
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<p>Fuck!</p>
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<p>“Looks like I won’t get any fucking recognition!” said the typical misogynistic angry gamer. The Gamer Gate was a bunch of sad men and patriarchal oppressed women harassing people.</p>
<p>—So can… can we be friends… now please? I’m a nice—</p>
<p>% LaTeX comment: or perhaps i should shut up and not say nuthin’?</p>Important update on new and advanced technology being developed… It can perhaps cover the fundamentals of a possible way to convert your LaTeX work to actual puppies. Warning: heavy theoretical stuff inside. Make sure to wear protective material.A Public Exploration into Non-convexity2020-01-15T00:00:00+00:002020-01-15T00:00:00+00:00https://webdva.github.io/a-public-exploration-into-non-convexity<p>I’m studying non-convex optimization for epic gains. And you must be careful about the true and ultimate essence of study.</p>
<p>While the majority and competitors seek orthogonal rewards, I once more find myself bravely venturing at the edge of life and local nature. This particular blog entry is a practice in the aphoristic style which is much better for post-structural profundity.</p>
<p>Wherever continuity is found or desired, a measurement of progress is possible only if the limited, material resource known as gradient information is available. The costly computation of partial differential equations is required to obtain the resource. The gradient of a function ƒ at a point p:</p>
<p>∇ƒ(p) = [∂ƒ(p)/∂x₁ ⋯ ∂ƒ(p)/∂xₙ]⊤ (⊤ denotes transposition which is meant here to create a column vector)</p>
<p>The solution strategy of committing to a local optimization of a non-convex function is intuitive, but we must be wiling to use the underlying structures of outside objects to gain powerful advantages when attempting to solve non-convex problems. As an example of limitations or disadvantages involved in current and popular attempts, consider a local convexity assumption (which forces the true function to morph therefore not corresponding to true reality). A function ƒ is locally convex if the following Polyak-Lojasiewicz condition is satisfied for all x considered in the neighborhood of interest:</p>
<p>||∇ƒ(x)||² ⩾ 2μ(ƒ(x) - ƒ*),</p>
<p>which means that the measured distance metric of the gradient of a function ƒ must grow as fast as an arbitrary function value V(μ) = 2μ that scales a displacement of an optimal function value ƒ*. This assumption requires gradient information which is not always available to engineering organizations or mathematical optimization practitioners, especially as the computation of differential equations usually requires statistics to be performed on large amounts of data. Perhaps there exists a structure or method that is isomorphic to the essence of the gradient being and thus there is a suitable alternative for underserved populations.</p>
<p>Let X be a convex set. Such requires a vector space S over some ordered field (an ordering, such as a ≼ b, is prerequisite for defining supreme (minimal and maximal) elements). The subset X ⊂ S thus has for all x and y in X, and t in the interval [0, 1], the affine combination tx + (1 - t)y ∈ X.</p>
<p>Fortunately, an antithetical to convexity set is simply non-convex if it is not convex.</p>
<p>Assume a function ƒ : X ⟶ ℝ. ƒ is convex if for all x₁, x₂ ∈ X and for all t ∈ [0, 1]:</p>
<p>ƒ(tx₁ + (1 - t)x₂) ⩽ tƒ(x₁) + (1 - t)ƒ(x₂).</p>
<p>When this inequality is understood as</p>
<p>ƒ(αx + βy) ⩽ αƒ(x) + βƒ(y)</p>
<p>for all x, y ∈ ℝⁿ and all α, β ∈ ℝ with α + β = 1, α ⩾ 0, β ⩾ 0, it can be seen that convexity can be generalized and generalized for the purpose of exploiting the utility of outside structures, which is what the representation or concept of convexity leads to. But <em>non-convexity</em> is any object that does not meet the conditions for convexity, and there exists <em>many</em> non-convex cases and such coheres with the framework that tries to address the problem of discovering methods for resolving non-convexity’s difficulty. The large domain of such a framework is an <em>outside</em> of traditional convex optimization. Our goal is to bravely operate within this <em>outside</em> to obtain rewards of methods and knowledge that correspond to truths pertaining to non-convexity and its optimization. Due to the difficulty of handling non-convexity, it should be expected that any valuable success found will be limited to only being able to be used in particular fashions rather than in any case without careful analysis of the particular instance.</p>
<p>The underlying structure of convex projections requires a certain and intuitive understanding. Despite the Euclidean L²-norm in the convex projection operator (<a href="https://arxiv.org/abs/1712.07897">arXiv:1712.07897</a>, 2.2 Convex Projections)</p>
<p>Π_C (z) := argmin(x ∈ C) ||x - z||₂</p>
<p>(with the C ⊂ ℝⁿ in Π_C being a subscript for understanding notation’s sake) being an optional metric, the practitioner is forced to use a geometric interpretation, and such interpretations fail to account for cases where higher dimensions may create additional obstacles. …Or at least I hope so so that I can create a new non-convex optimization technique with such motivation. My attempt is to create a framework, first conceptual and then implemented in physical form, that enables a practitioner or user to solve many non-convex optimization problems without using a lot of assumptions.</p>I’m studying non-convex optimization for epic gains. And you must be careful about the true and ultimate essence of study.Once Proprietary and Private Technology, Now Open and Public2020-01-09T00:00:00+00:002020-01-09T00:00:00+00:00https://webdva.github.io/once-proprietary-and-private-technology-now-open-and-public<p>I open sourced the 3D multiplayer browser game.</p>
<p><a href="https://github.com/webDva/3d-multiplayer-browser-game">https://github.com/webDva/3d-multiplayer-browser-game</a></p>
<p>So if you ever wanted to know what all the internals of the 3D multiplayer browser game I was making looked like, this is your opportunity to see! I guess I’m a real typical startup founder now where I decide to pivot and give away ownership from a failed endeavor. This particular video game product went through many changes, like it was supposed to, but all for the final end and show (a spectacle!) of unfavorable action. For no revenue was obtained—the achievement of revenue, the goal of the business—before the time limit was reached. Nonetheless, the profound technology entrepreneurship experience was essential and it will come in handy in future conquests and successes.</p>I open sourced the 3D multiplayer browser game.λόγος and Eigenvalues2020-01-01T00:00:00+00:002020-01-01T00:00:00+00:00https://webdva.github.io/logos-and-eigenvalues<p>Yet another mystical and esoteric aphorism or pithy obervation.</p>
<p>According to the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eigenvalues_and_eigenvectors#Eigenvalues_and_the_characteristic_polynomial">Wikipedia article</a> on eigenvalues, “the fundamental theorem of algebra implies that the characteristic polynomial of an <em>n</em>-by-<em>n</em> matrix <em>A</em>, being a polynomial of degree <em>n</em>, can be factored into the product of <em>n</em> linear terms,</p>
<p>|<em>A</em> - λ<em>I</em>| = (λ₁ - λ)(λ₂ - λ) ⋯ (λₙ - λ).”</p>
<p>The λόγος of the aforementioned theorem expressed its own desired influence by giving birth to an inference that has as its conclusion a useul means to extract the eigenvalues of a square, <em>n</em>-by-<em>n</em> matrix <em>A</em>. The λόγος legitimizes and inspires all child instances of eigenvalue calculation. You can maybe consider the λόγος to be like the Deleuzian-Guatarrian abstract machine which can produce personal identities and components for a conceptualized rhizome… Oh, this is just a theory, no need to be alarmed. A theory just like reason, logic, and truth…</p>Yet another mystical and esoteric aphorism or pithy obervation.An Aphorism on Partitions Found in Riemann Integrals2019-12-24T00:00:00+00:002019-12-24T00:00:00+00:00https://webdva.github.io/an-aphorism-on-partitions-found-in-riemann-integrals<p>In preparation for the construction of automatics, here lies a short or quick conceptualization of a particular nature or aspect of the partitions of Riemann integrals.</p>
<p>Suppose the elements <em>a</em>, <em>b</em> ∈ ℝ with <em>a</em> < <em>b</em>. A <em>partition</em> of the interval [<em>a</em>, <em>b</em>] is a finite list of the form <em>x</em>₀, <em>x</em>₁, ⋯, <em>x</em>ₙ, where</p>
<p>a = x₀ < x₁ < ⋯ < xₙ = b.</p>
<p>The interval [<em>a</em>, <em>b</em>] as a union</p>
<p>[a, b] = [x₀, x₁] ⋃ [x₁, x₂] ⋃ ⋯ ⋃ [xₙ₋₁, xₙ]</p>
<p>possibly shows that the choice of <em>x</em>ᵢ* in the interval [<em>x</em>ᵢ₋₁, <em>x</em>ᵢ] is arbitrary when calculating Riemann integrals’ Riemann sums</p>
<p>S = ∑xᵢ*∆xᵢ</p>
<p>over interval with partition. This is maybe less evident when the partition <em>x</em>₀, <em>x</em>₁, ⋯, <em>x</em>ₙ is instead thought of as a set</p>
<p>P = {[x₀, x₁], [x₁, x₂], ⋯, [xₙ₋₁, xₙ]},</p>
<p>because of the lack of the set union denotation. The <em>whatness</em> of <em>a</em> and <em>b</em> need not be members of ℝ, as, ultimately, any determination of <em>being</em> or distinction requires synthesized understanding and not any understanding given <em>a priori</em>.—So the internal composition of [<em>x</em>ᵢ₋₁, <em>x</em>ᵢ], influenced by what [<em>a</em>, <em>b</em>] is, is possibly a dynamic and constantly in flux interaction between the choices of, now contingent, elements contained in the interval [<em>x</em>ᵢ₋₁, <em>x</em>ᵢ]. This aphorism is really, then, my official or so break or departure from traditional mathematical Platonism of the static <em>a priori</em> kind and a demonstration and exercise of my own particular brand of inverted Platonism. No more “givens” or static <em>a priori</em>s: a very dangerous renouncement of truth… May it and the ensuing chaos be the powerful inspiration of great fulfillment.</p>In preparation for the construction of automatics, here lies a short or quick conceptualization of a particular nature or aspect of the partitions of Riemann integrals.