With UFO’s and other things which officially ‘do not exist’ for large segments of the population, there’s no need to wonder ‘where they are from’ if you aren’t seeing them: You’re simply not part of the club of people who are. Witnesses are seeing/creating their own reality, one where the UFO and other paranormal events arise naturally.
The likely true message of the UFOs and everything else you perceive? Reality is what you inherit.
The Crtl-Left, as the name suggests, is the authoritarian wing of liberalism. Plenty of hardline conservatives like to claim that all liberals fall into this category, but they’re quite wrong; there are plenty of liberals out there who value individual liberty even when it means that some people do things they don’t like, which is of course the touchstone of real commitment to liberty. The Ctrl-Left doesn’t share that commitment. At the heart of the Ctrl-Left is the insistence that everybody ought to be forced to do what’s right—and “right,” of course, means what the Ctrl-Left says it does. No others need apply.
The recent Supreme Court decision in Masterpiece Cakeshop v. Colorado Civil Rights Commission makes a good demonstration of this. The majority opinion pointed out correctly that the conflict between the gay couple who wanted a wedding cake and the baker whose religious convictions oppose gay marriage was a classic collision of individual liberties in which the rights of both sides need to be safeguarded. The Ctrl-Left, by contrast, insisted at the top of its lungs that the gay couple were right and the baker was wrong, pure and simple, and the baker should be forced by government edict to ignore his own conscience and conform to theirs.
We live in a world in which it’s possible, and in fact quite common, for good people to wrestle with complicated moral issues and come to diametrically opposed conclusions…
People such as Moldbug — and Nick Land, too — seem to grasp the underlying, actually operative rule of what is and is not acceptable to express: ‘thou shall not approach what is unacceptable.’ Intuiting the long-run equilibrium of such a rule, and realizing that for any seriously thinking person it would be worse than death, they choose to run, jump, and do a big ol’ somersault right into the center of the biggest bear traps they can find. It turns out these bear traps have a weird design flaw, in which they fail to kill large bipeds who land on them with sufficient force.
The basics have been put in place, all that remains is to work out the details. More architects and urban planners will be hired. Surveys to estimate demand will be done. Soon, dirt will start moving.
In the end, billions of dollars will be spent. The city will be built. Success will be declared, though expectations will have been lowered. Perhaps the original vision of the world’s first zero carbon eco-city will transform into an expensive hood ornament to showcase new technology. The world’s first smart city will trouble to attract residents as $30 billion-dollar projects sometimes miss the human element.
The alternative is to memory hole the city. Who remembers a $100 billion-dollar city listed on the stock market, when there’s a shiny, new $500 billion-dollar city announced. The project becomes a mirage, an ephemeral, unpopulated city in the desert, a tribute to Ozymandias.
Yet the projects continue. Cities are hot. The world is urbanizing. The urban planners and architects all pat themselves on the back, having padded their resumes and made good consulting fees, and go on to their next project. After all, when you want to build a city, who will you call?
As far as I can tell, creating the highest volume of low-quality content is what will ultimately “win out” in the marketplace of ideas. Yes, let a thousand blogs bloom. Yes, everyone who wants to get their ideas out there should do it. This is all playing into the matrix of information that we’re subjected to, trying to keep up with. The content should flow without any restrictions, ferverously and fluidly. Accelerating this process of wresting control of all discourse, theory, and even science out of the control of any centralized authority, even out of the hands of us ourselves as social media demands that we remain on-brand for the sake of gaining as much impressions as possible – all of this is contributing towards the abolition of the social and the personal at stake in writing. The only thing that matters is what can reproduce the best, create the most connections, the most impressions, the most couplings. Writing becoming an automatic, cybernetic process as the positive-feedback loop of human stupidity reaches critical mass, feeding as much information as possible into the beast, as much data to be mined as possible. The sheer amount of noise and data turning the web into a schizophrenic affirmative machine of desire that cannot be made sense of by individuated profiling algorithms. Creating as much content as possible for AI to learn from, even.
Mishima’s tetralogy augurs his later life: an obsession with never growing old, the transmigration of souls (in which he didn’t personally believe), above all the problem of living purely and authentically. Filtering for Japanese Buddhist and nationalist beliefs, the question of all romantic literature arises: what is the price of the æsthetic life?
“I try to turn into the face of fear and tell it “you are not my master, you are the product of my self and I am your master.” pic.twitter.com/sUR9XmafhM