"A secret is attached to inner certainty, and one needs too many big words to express it; but it may be described as an armor which protects one, at whatever level of intelligence, against the world. If I may say a word for myself, at least I have never simulated certainty"
Ernst Jünger - The glass bees
Where reality can be seen as just a collectively built story that we all buy into to make life easier and sensible. It is interesting to note that it really is just made of stories. I explain how in this post and am experimenting with how collective storytelling in fiction can mimic the built world we all inhabit day-to-day.
I've extended the character generation phase of this collective storytelling experiment in order to give people more time to submit a character. Want to see what happens? Just throw a character into the world mix.
“A tree only has value when it’s dead.”
As Karl Marx suggests, the existing superstructures born from our historical material conditions commodify nature, valuing it only through exploitation. Can we find value beyond destruction?
For me, there are two types of people:
those who want to reach the light to shine more, and those who want to use the light to illuminate the path for others.
Which one are you? ☀️🔥
A guide to not getting distracted from the important points during a discussion.
