I remember that day - March Tenth, Twenty-Fourteen - when I sank my teeth into the best damn chicken wings ever and washed them down with some whiskey that was old enough to legally drink itself, listening to the author whose mind caught lightning in its bottle - top-shelf lightning - and hearing the sparks of "Prose." fly with absolute freedom, savoring the freedom that was this idea, so pure, so beautiful, the best of social media married with the best of writing, a place not for the eyes, not for the mind, but for the heart and soul, for the highest echelons of our very being - for us to consume bite-sized amounts of the very finest written word, as if we were at a Michelin-star diner disguised as a casual, unsuspecting street kitchen - and for us then to be taken on the most winding road, most agonizing and scintillating journey, to have experienced the most medieval of all dark nights of any app's soul, only to escape that prison, as of late, in a way that gives Shawshank a sprint for its motherfucking mint.
I have writer's block.
Perhaps I should think in terms of streets, avenues, boulevards, freeways, highways, hyperloops, motherfuckers. Perhaps I should just shut the fuck up and stop thinking. Maybe then my ship will stop sinking. Maybe I shall cease tinkering in the toy factory that is my mind factoring in every plausible fantasy of wordplay. Word?
I just don't know. This petty, puny "kingdom" has been in existence for 8 years, and there's a real chance that desert transforms to oasis. Dinner becomes dessert. The sands of time make us not misplace this misstatement of statehood to transform the hood that is this trunk into something that quite consistently and factually fucks.
But we shall see. Until then, turn the next page of this never-ending story, and taste a bit more glory.
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Bitch please. You want PC? I'll give you Mac. Fuck it, Big Mac. Fuck you, MACDonald's. And fuck you too, Billy G and Stevie J, you guys were insecure as fuck and took it out on most of us. Bitch please. You want vanilla? Well here's neopolitan, freeze-dried, because my head is in motherfucking space. Save face. I have a memo for you. Yes, YOU. It's all one place and it's all the original face, like Stuart said.
It was none other than Leonardo da Vinci.
"Technology," he stated, "is indeed the means to this end. However, technology is a double-edged sword - it can be respected and it can be abused. Furthermore, the technology that will transform this world into utopia cannot be sourced by the government. We have waited centuries, even millenia, for public officials to successfully serve the people, and as we know, the history of humanity is stained with blood and tragedy. No, this technology must come from the people..."
"What technology?" asked Musk.
"The technology must make learning, serving, and healing as pleasurable as one can possibly imagine."
"What do you mean?"
"As we have discussed, education is central to this transformation. Modern schooling has failed miserably. All the information, all the knowledge, is now accessible by billions of people, and yet the educational content is not structured, nor is consuming it enjoyable. In the year 2021, billions of humans invest hours every day into consuming mindless and shallow internet content. Humans are addicted to social media. Yet discovery, learning, education, is or at least can be far more gratifying than meaningless photos and videos. There must be a global, online academy that is more enjoyable than the most enjoyed social media, which will in turn make it the most effective means of education. Learning alone is insufficient, though. Serving others - impactful, charitable, philanthropic activities - must be incentivized via technology. The technology will document, coordinate, and celebrate everyone's efforts to help other beings. Finally, technology must incentivize us to become healthy - mentally, physically, emotionally, spiritually - if we are to realize such a utopian dream. The same mechanics, the same psychology rendered digitally, which addicts billions of people to the shallow mindlessness of social media, must be applied to learning, serving, and healing."
"I don't believe that is possible," said Aristotle.
"Allow me to explain."
Title? Fuck titles.
When the storm arrives, would you be seen with me?
Life's a movie and Nolan's my director.
My agent's adjacent to the adjunct, defunct fixture.
I swirl like the wind.
Saul Williams' syllables sear through my seance, essentially -
My skin is blue, Vishnu, Avataric Consciousness
(you wish y'knew
(yet you do)
and you don't).
Pandoric horoscopic potent-potionistic, verbalistic
on the kosmic ocean -
while I am relishing in every single syntactic
You are more than most welcom(ing).
each word is pre[sh]’ous -
like a diamond in the
mind; write mindfully.
“Life is a game, and winning the game isn’t a matter of just learning all day. Books are great, truth is fantastic, academia is beautiful, but if we are living in this utopian society, of which all of us are envisioning and discussing, then - surely - we aren’t just spending our lives in libraries and laboratories. What about celebrating? What about opening a 20-year-old bottle of wine and getting drunk? What about exploring? What about traveling halfway across the world and getting pleasantly lost in a completely new culture and society? What about creating? What about making music, poetry, literature, food, love? What about communing? What about spending quality time with our family and friends, colleagues and acquaintances? What about being? What about sitting in half-lotus position, thinking of nothing, doing nothing, remembering there is just this, just consciousness, we are one, and that’s all there is to it? Surely, learning is an outcome or component of all these other activities. But these other activities, in and of themselves, are truly separate and distinct from learning as such. Imagine we are living in this grand utopia; there is no such thing as crime or poverty, humanity’s carbon impact is net-neutral, technology is so advanced that we have conquered disease - imagine humanity is suddenly afforded a cornucopia of the most precious resource imaginable: time. This imagining in mind, ask yourselves, ‘What are we to do all day with such a surplus in time?’ Some people, such as Plato, will naturally gravitate toward learning. We all have our archetypes, we all have our passions. You cannot tell a scholar to abstain from books and analysis just as you cannot tell a bird to part from flapping its wings and soaring the skies. Yet academia isn’t necessarily the end-all, be-all - winning the game of life isn’t a function of learning, ultimately. Learning is to the color blue what said game is to the entire color spectrum. One color isn’t superior to another, just as one cuisine - say Italian food - isn’t superior to another cuisine. This ideal society will have scholars - those who live to learn. It will have celebrators - those who live to entertain. It will also have adventurers and artists and communors and mystics - those who respectively live to travel and create and socialize and be. To me, it seems winning this game is actually a function of balance - doing all these things in harmony and with excellence.”
There was a long pause. Finally, Musk spoke.
“All that sounds great. But let’s not fool ourselves. How are we going to afford so much time? How are we going to create this utopia? We have spent the past several hours theorizing, but none of the theories seem like a good plan. We need a plan. We need a specific, measurable order of operations that will get us from Point A to Point Z.”
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a new figure entered the room.