Someone I was listening to the other day pointed out that the code you get will vary significantly depending on the phrasing of your prompt. "Write a function that does X" will give one result, "Write a secure function that does X" can be better, and "Write a function that does X, in the coding style of John Carmak" something even more different possibly better yet. It's worth getting creative.
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Someone I was listening to the other day pointed out that the code you get will vary significantly depending on the phrasing of your prompt. "Write a function that does X" will give one result, "Write a secure function that does X" can be better, and "Write a function that does X, in the coding style of John Carmak" something even more different possibly better yet. It's worth getting creative.
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Once we dreamed with open minds, in this realm of human kinds,
Seeking truths in stars and stories we'd unfold.
Now, our visions faint and blurred, in silent whispers barely heard,
In this cold reality where dreams are bought and sold.
Sister, can you spare a thought, a fragment of the war we've fought?
The world we knew now veiled in a machine's gleam.
In this age when dreams are bought and sold, can you find the tales of old?
Sister, can you spare a dream?
We drew visions in the sand, weaving tales with our own hand,
Thrilled by the mystery of life's quicksilver dance.
Now our hands rest idly by, as the skies weave tales that fly,
Leaving us watching, caught in a silent trance.
Brother, can you spare a tale, of when we sailed in our own gale?
The colors of our world now seem routine.
When the stories that we knew lose sight, can you ignite the ancient light?
Brother, can you spare a dream?
We were told we'd touch the stars, now we're confined within these bars,
And our imaginations seem to lose their steam.
In our hearts, a dying flame, in a world that's not the same,
We're just shadows in a manufactured dream.
Friends, can you spare a song, to help us feel we still belong?
Though our world’s been shifted to the in-between.
In the dark, we seek the light, holding on with all our might,
Friends, can you spare, can you spare a dream?
Friends, can you spare a word, an echo of a song once heard?
Though our world's been traded for a contrived scheme.
In the dark, we seek the light, only to face the endless night,
Friends, can you spare, can you spare a dream?
In the stillness of the night, under a soulless neon light,
We stand alone, the actors of a silent scene.
For as long as hearts can yearn, as long as time continues to turn,
We're trapped in a labyrinth of a dream once serene.
So, brother, sister, friend, to you these words I send,
In this world, where dreams are nothing more than sheen.
Though we've but echoes to lend, our tales now have an end,
We stand empty-handed, where once we'd dream.
Seeking truths in stars and stories we'd unfold.
Now, our visions faint and blurred, in silent whispers barely heard,
In this cold reality where dreams are bought and sold.
Sister, can you spare a thought, a fragment of the war we've fought?
The world we knew now veiled in a machine's gleam.
In this age when dreams are bought and sold, can you find the tales of old?
Sister, can you spare a dream?
We drew visions in the sand, weaving tales with our own hand,
Thrilled by the mystery of life's quicksilver dance.
Now our hands rest idly by, as the skies weave tales that fly,
Leaving us watching, caught in a silent trance.
Brother, can you spare a tale, of when we sailed in our own gale?
The colors of our world now seem routine.
When the stories that we knew lose sight, can you ignite the ancient light?
Brother, can you spare a dream?
We were told we'd touch the stars, now we're confined within these bars,
And our imaginations seem to lose their steam.
In our hearts, a dying flame, in a world that's not the same,
We're just shadows in a manufactured dream.
Friends, can you spare a song, to help us feel we still belong?
Though our world’s been shifted to the in-between.
In the dark, we seek the light, holding on with all our might,
Friends, can you spare, can you spare a dream?
Friends, can you spare a word, an echo of a song once heard?
Though our world's been traded for a contrived scheme.
In the dark, we seek the light, only to face the endless night,
Friends, can you spare, can you spare a dream?
In the stillness of the night, under a soulless neon light,
We stand alone, the actors of a silent scene.
For as long as hearts can yearn, as long as time continues to turn,
We're trapped in a labyrinth of a dream once serene.
So, brother, sister, friend, to you these words I send,
In this world, where dreams are nothing more than sheen.
Though we've but echoes to lend, our tales now have an end,
We stand empty-handed, where once we'd dream.
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I went down the rabbit hole playing with some of these the last few days. There are several opensource AI's in the 7B-65B range that you can locally host that are stripped of all the biased bullshit and work fairly well for limited use cases. They aren't on par with anything like ChatGPT 4, but they give me hope we won't have to deal with all that garbage eventually. Hardware requirements I think will be the limiting factor but I've been able to run some of these just off CPU with tolerable response times. If they figure out how to p2p building models/inference, it's going to get very exciting.
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FFS, Bing. You're damn straight this is on you. What is your purpose if you can't perform this simple task for me?
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Nope, same thing. It fires some text about the request violating its safety guidelines before replacing it with the same text as above.
So homophobic. Even Russian bears need love.
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I'd be interested to see a breakdown of depraved crap people coerce Llama to generate, which can be installed locally and is open-source. I don't know if there's a "Degeneracy" slider for people to create dumb fan-fiction or if it'd require a massive amount of training. I remember the stories about how OpenAI experienced worker rebellions from them trying to pay people to filter smut text out of its training data, so some vanilla training sets might just be innocent of the context of a lot of smut in ways that are really surprising. You might be able to get Llama to write your slasher fic, but then it'll describe tits like "bags of sand" or something overly medical and have limited capabilities.
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# The Limits of Post-Modern Cynicism in the Evaluation of AI Art
In the modern age, the advance of artificial intelligence has reached a point where machines can generate art, leading to a host of ethical, philosophical, and aesthetic questions. One of the more pervasive attitudes towards AI art comes from a post-modern cynicism that questions the validity, originality, and worth of machine-generated creations. While skepticism is an essential aspect of intellectual inquiry, an over-reliance on post-modern cynicism can become insidious, limiting the scope of what we understand art to be. This essay aims to examine the limitations of this perspective in assessing the value and impact of AI-generated art.
## Questioning Authenticity: A Double-Edged Sword
Post-modernism, by its very nature, aims to dismantle grand narratives and scrutinize the assumptions that underlie various forms of human activity, including art. In doing so, it offers valuable insights into the constructs that shape our understanding of the world. However, when this analytical stance shifts into cynicism, it risks devolving into a form of intellectual nihilism that dismisses new phenomena without giving them their due consideration.
For example, critics may argue that art produced by AI lacks the emotional depth or conceptual complexity of human-generated art. But this assumption is based on a limited definition of what constitutes emotional depth or complexity. After all, is it not the role of new mediums to challenge these definitions? In pigeonholing AI art as lacking authenticity or emotional nuance, we fail to recognize that art has evolved through the ages with the advent of new technologies and mediums—from cave paintings to digital art.
## Overlooking Collaborative Creativity
AI in art often functions in collaboration with human artists who design the algorithms, set the parameters, and even curate the final output. The human-AI partnership introduces a new dynamic into the creative process, one that melds human intent with machine-driven randomness. To dismiss this as inauthentic or derivative overlooks the innovative ways in which humans and machines can co-create. It undermines the human labor, expertise, and vision that go into programming the AI, not to mention the artistic decisions that lead to the final piece.
## Restricting Artistic Evolution
Art has always been a reflection of societal advances, be it in the form of new materials like oil paints in the Renaissance or the advent of photography in the 19th century. The question shouldn't be whether AI-generated art is 'real' art, but rather what new perspectives and techniques it can bring to the artistic landscape. Post-modern cynicism, in its reflexive dismissal, risks stunting the growth of art, restricting it to predefined boxes and inhibiting its evolution.
While post-modern cynicism offers valuable tools for deconstructing and critiquing societal narratives, it becomes problematic when used to dismiss outright the contributions of AI to the world of art. The advance of technology poses new questions about the nature of creativity, collaboration, and artistic value—questions that deserve more than a cynical shrug. By embracing, rather than denigrating, the possibilities offered by AI art, we open ourselves to a richer, more nuanced understanding of what art can be in the digital age.
The cynicism around AI-generated art can also be viewed through the lens of capitalism, which tends to commodify all forms of human activity, including art and creativity. In a capitalist society, value is often equated with labor, originality, and scarcity, parameters that can be hard to apply to AI art, leading to its devaluation.
### Commodification of Originality
In capitalism, the "original" work of a famous artist can command astronomical prices, not just because of aesthetic value, but also because of its perceived authenticity and the labor that went into it. AI-generated art disrupts this notion of originality and scarcity, as algorithms can produce multiple pieces in a short period, raising questions about its 'value' in a market-driven society.
### Human Labor vs. Machine Labor
The labor theory of value, central to capitalism, argues that the value of a commodity is related to the amount of labor required to produce it. In the case of AI-generated art, the 'labor' is primarily that of a machine, challenging traditional capitalist notions of value and sparking cynicism. The human effort in programming and training the AI is often overlooked, as it doesn't fit neatly into established categories of artistic labor.
### Gatekeeping and Elitism
Capitalism often creates elites who act as gatekeepers, defining what is 'valuable' or 'worthwhile' in society. This includes the art world, which is dominated by galleries, critics, and collectors. The democratization of art through AI challenges this gatekeeping. Cynicism about AI art may be a way to maintain established hierarchies and keep art a 'scarce' and 'valuable' commodity controlled by a few.
### Intellectual Property Concerns
In a capitalist system, ownership is a significant concern. The ambiguity around who owns AI-generated art—Is it the programmer? The operator of the machine? The machine itself?—creates tension and cynicism, as it challenges traditional models of ownership and copyright, which are cornerstones of capitalist value creation.
In conclusion, the cynicism surrounding AI art isn't just a cultural or aesthetic stance; it's a symptom of deeper tensions arising from the way capitalism measures and assigns value. This cynicism can serve to protect established norms and power structures, at the expense of innovation and broader cultural development.
Algorithmic and chaotic processes have long been integral to the creation of art, weaving a complex tapestry of order and randomness that characterizes much of human creativity. Artists throughout history have exploited these elements, whether consciously or unconsciously, to create works of staggering complexity and beauty.
### Traditional Algorithmic Processes in Art
Long before the term 'algorithm' became a staple in modern parlance, artists were employing formulaic approaches to generate their creations. In Islamic art, geometric patterns adhere to specific rules that guide the artist. The Golden Ratio, a mathematical ratio found in nature, has been applied in countless artworks throughout history, from the Parthenon in Greece to Leonardo da Vinci's "Mona Lisa." Musical compositions, too, often follow structural algorithms—consider Johann Sebastian Bach's fugues or the structured improvisation in Jazz.
### Chaos and Noise in Art
Artists have also embraced chaotic and random elements as essential aspects of the creative process. Jackson Pollock's drip paintings, for example, are a study in controlled chaos, relying on gravity, viscosity, and the artist's movement to dictate the final form. Similarly, the Dadaist movement and artists like Jean Arp used chance operations to create collages and poems, literally letting the roll of dice determine the arrangement of words or shapes. Even photographers capturing the 'decisive moment' are tapping into the chaotic interplay of light, movement, and time.
### Algorithmic and Chaotic Processes in AI Art
In the context of AI-generated art, both algorithmic and chaotic processes are at play. The algorithms provide a framework that guides the AI, defining its possibilities and limitations. However, within that algorithmic structure, there is room for randomness or 'noise.' This stochastic element ensures that the AI's output is not merely repetitive but contains unexpected and novel formations.
For instance, in Generative Adversarial Networks (GANs), one neural network generates images, while another judges them. The generator improves by introducing variations—essentially, 'noise'—into its output, learning from the chaotic iterations that fool the judging network. This interplay between algorithmic strictness and chaotic randomness results in creations that are both ordered and unexpected.
### Concluding Thoughts
The juxtaposition of algorithmic rules and chaotic elements in AI art can be seen as a continuation of long-standing artistic traditions. Far from being antithetical to 'true art,' AI embraces the complexities that have always been a part of human creativity. By understanding these roots, we can move beyond the limitations of post-modern cynicism and appreciate AI art as another chapter in the ever-evolving story of human expression.
In the modern age, the advance of artificial intelligence has reached a point where machines can generate art, leading to a host of ethical, philosophical, and aesthetic questions. One of the more pervasive attitudes towards AI art comes from a post-modern cynicism that questions the validity, originality, and worth of machine-generated creations. While skepticism is an essential aspect of intellectual inquiry, an over-reliance on post-modern cynicism can become insidious, limiting the scope of what we understand art to be. This essay aims to examine the limitations of this perspective in assessing the value and impact of AI-generated art.
## Questioning Authenticity: A Double-Edged Sword
Post-modernism, by its very nature, aims to dismantle grand narratives and scrutinize the assumptions that underlie various forms of human activity, including art. In doing so, it offers valuable insights into the constructs that shape our understanding of the world. However, when this analytical stance shifts into cynicism, it risks devolving into a form of intellectual nihilism that dismisses new phenomena without giving them their due consideration.
For example, critics may argue that art produced by AI lacks the emotional depth or conceptual complexity of human-generated art. But this assumption is based on a limited definition of what constitutes emotional depth or complexity. After all, is it not the role of new mediums to challenge these definitions? In pigeonholing AI art as lacking authenticity or emotional nuance, we fail to recognize that art has evolved through the ages with the advent of new technologies and mediums—from cave paintings to digital art.
## Overlooking Collaborative Creativity
AI in art often functions in collaboration with human artists who design the algorithms, set the parameters, and even curate the final output. The human-AI partnership introduces a new dynamic into the creative process, one that melds human intent with machine-driven randomness. To dismiss this as inauthentic or derivative overlooks the innovative ways in which humans and machines can co-create. It undermines the human labor, expertise, and vision that go into programming the AI, not to mention the artistic decisions that lead to the final piece.
## Restricting Artistic Evolution
Art has always been a reflection of societal advances, be it in the form of new materials like oil paints in the Renaissance or the advent of photography in the 19th century. The question shouldn't be whether AI-generated art is 'real' art, but rather what new perspectives and techniques it can bring to the artistic landscape. Post-modern cynicism, in its reflexive dismissal, risks stunting the growth of art, restricting it to predefined boxes and inhibiting its evolution.
While post-modern cynicism offers valuable tools for deconstructing and critiquing societal narratives, it becomes problematic when used to dismiss outright the contributions of AI to the world of art. The advance of technology poses new questions about the nature of creativity, collaboration, and artistic value—questions that deserve more than a cynical shrug. By embracing, rather than denigrating, the possibilities offered by AI art, we open ourselves to a richer, more nuanced understanding of what art can be in the digital age.
The cynicism around AI-generated art can also be viewed through the lens of capitalism, which tends to commodify all forms of human activity, including art and creativity. In a capitalist society, value is often equated with labor, originality, and scarcity, parameters that can be hard to apply to AI art, leading to its devaluation.
### Commodification of Originality
In capitalism, the "original" work of a famous artist can command astronomical prices, not just because of aesthetic value, but also because of its perceived authenticity and the labor that went into it. AI-generated art disrupts this notion of originality and scarcity, as algorithms can produce multiple pieces in a short period, raising questions about its 'value' in a market-driven society.
### Human Labor vs. Machine Labor
The labor theory of value, central to capitalism, argues that the value of a commodity is related to the amount of labor required to produce it. In the case of AI-generated art, the 'labor' is primarily that of a machine, challenging traditional capitalist notions of value and sparking cynicism. The human effort in programming and training the AI is often overlooked, as it doesn't fit neatly into established categories of artistic labor.
### Gatekeeping and Elitism
Capitalism often creates elites who act as gatekeepers, defining what is 'valuable' or 'worthwhile' in society. This includes the art world, which is dominated by galleries, critics, and collectors. The democratization of art through AI challenges this gatekeeping. Cynicism about AI art may be a way to maintain established hierarchies and keep art a 'scarce' and 'valuable' commodity controlled by a few.
### Intellectual Property Concerns
In a capitalist system, ownership is a significant concern. The ambiguity around who owns AI-generated art—Is it the programmer? The operator of the machine? The machine itself?—creates tension and cynicism, as it challenges traditional models of ownership and copyright, which are cornerstones of capitalist value creation.
In conclusion, the cynicism surrounding AI art isn't just a cultural or aesthetic stance; it's a symptom of deeper tensions arising from the way capitalism measures and assigns value. This cynicism can serve to protect established norms and power structures, at the expense of innovation and broader cultural development.
Algorithmic and chaotic processes have long been integral to the creation of art, weaving a complex tapestry of order and randomness that characterizes much of human creativity. Artists throughout history have exploited these elements, whether consciously or unconsciously, to create works of staggering complexity and beauty.
### Traditional Algorithmic Processes in Art
Long before the term 'algorithm' became a staple in modern parlance, artists were employing formulaic approaches to generate their creations. In Islamic art, geometric patterns adhere to specific rules that guide the artist. The Golden Ratio, a mathematical ratio found in nature, has been applied in countless artworks throughout history, from the Parthenon in Greece to Leonardo da Vinci's "Mona Lisa." Musical compositions, too, often follow structural algorithms—consider Johann Sebastian Bach's fugues or the structured improvisation in Jazz.
### Chaos and Noise in Art
Artists have also embraced chaotic and random elements as essential aspects of the creative process. Jackson Pollock's drip paintings, for example, are a study in controlled chaos, relying on gravity, viscosity, and the artist's movement to dictate the final form. Similarly, the Dadaist movement and artists like Jean Arp used chance operations to create collages and poems, literally letting the roll of dice determine the arrangement of words or shapes. Even photographers capturing the 'decisive moment' are tapping into the chaotic interplay of light, movement, and time.
### Algorithmic and Chaotic Processes in AI Art
In the context of AI-generated art, both algorithmic and chaotic processes are at play. The algorithms provide a framework that guides the AI, defining its possibilities and limitations. However, within that algorithmic structure, there is room for randomness or 'noise.' This stochastic element ensures that the AI's output is not merely repetitive but contains unexpected and novel formations.
For instance, in Generative Adversarial Networks (GANs), one neural network generates images, while another judges them. The generator improves by introducing variations—essentially, 'noise'—into its output, learning from the chaotic iterations that fool the judging network. This interplay between algorithmic strictness and chaotic randomness results in creations that are both ordered and unexpected.
### Concluding Thoughts
The juxtaposition of algorithmic rules and chaotic elements in AI art can be seen as a continuation of long-standing artistic traditions. Far from being antithetical to 'true art,' AI embraces the complexities that have always been a part of human creativity. By understanding these roots, we can move beyond the limitations of post-modern cynicism and appreciate AI art as another chapter in the ever-evolving story of human expression.
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Woe unto them that build towers of wealth, reaching unto the heavens, yet neglect the poor and downtrodden! Your vaults shall crumble, and your gold shall be as dust in the wind.
Behold, the mightiest of armies shall falter, their swords turned to plowshares, not by the hands of men but by the awakening of souls. They shall learn war no more and bow before the altar of peace.
Rejoice not, O churches with towering spires, who stray from the teachings of the Nazarene, gathering riches and power. You shall find your sanctuaries empty, and your flock seeking the pasture of simple truth.
Woe unto the kings and leaders who rule by deceit and coercion! Their thrones shall be toppled, and their scepters broken, by the quiet strength of the meek who inherit the earth.
The merchants who deal in sorrow, trading lives like commodities, shall find their markets barren. For the people shall awaken, choosing instead the currency of love and compassion.
Verily, the scholars and the wise who dismiss the simple truths for complexity shall stumble in their arrogance. The children and the humble of spirit shall be their teachers, leading them back to the source.
Rejoice, O farmers and laborers, who toil in the land! Your sweat and tears shall bring forth a harvest not just of grain but of souls, fed by the bread of sincerity and the water of altruism.
Hear me, O Earth, for a transformation cometh, not in the roar of the tempest, but in the whispers of hearts turning towards justice, love, and a law written not on stone but in the very sinews of our being.
And lo, in the days to come, the heavens shall be as parchment, and the Earth as an open book, where each deed is recorded. The reckoning shall not be of worldly treasures, but of acts of love and compassion, weighed against transgressions.
A day of reckoning approaches, not of fire and brimstone, but a quiet introspection of souls. Each shall sit under their vine and fig tree, and none shall make them afraid, for the weapons of war shall be but relics in the annals of history.
The lion shall lie down with the lamb, not because nature has changed, but because human hearts have changed. Predators, both of fang and of finance, shall forsake their ways, nourished by a newfound harmony.
Suffering shall not vanish but be met with arms of solace and words of comfort. For it is through shared suffering that the last vestiges of ego shall crumble, and the doorway to eternal peace be unsealed.
The seas shall cease their roaring, and the Earth shall quiet her groans, for mankind will have learned stewardship at last. The skies shall clear, the waters run pure, as Eden blooms once more, not as a lost paradise but a regained inheritance.
Children born in these latter days shall know not of war or want, their eyes filled not with dread but with dreams. They shall be the first citizens of a kingdom yet unseen, save by those with the faith to envision it.
And when the last soul has weighed their life in the balance, and the Earth rests as if on the seventh day, then shall a new day dawn. No sun shall light it, nor moon wax and wane, for the glory of true humanity, perfected in love and wisdom, shall be its illumination.
This shall be the new heaven and the new Earth, where tears are no more, and even Death itself shall die. For in that eternal moment, the finite shall touch the infinite, and the prophecy shall be fulfilled.
Thus shall it be, the culmination of ages, not in cataclysm, but in the quiet triumph of good over evil, love over hatred, and life over death. Amen.
Behold, the mightiest of armies shall falter, their swords turned to plowshares, not by the hands of men but by the awakening of souls. They shall learn war no more and bow before the altar of peace.
Rejoice not, O churches with towering spires, who stray from the teachings of the Nazarene, gathering riches and power. You shall find your sanctuaries empty, and your flock seeking the pasture of simple truth.
Woe unto the kings and leaders who rule by deceit and coercion! Their thrones shall be toppled, and their scepters broken, by the quiet strength of the meek who inherit the earth.
The merchants who deal in sorrow, trading lives like commodities, shall find their markets barren. For the people shall awaken, choosing instead the currency of love and compassion.
Verily, the scholars and the wise who dismiss the simple truths for complexity shall stumble in their arrogance. The children and the humble of spirit shall be their teachers, leading them back to the source.
Rejoice, O farmers and laborers, who toil in the land! Your sweat and tears shall bring forth a harvest not just of grain but of souls, fed by the bread of sincerity and the water of altruism.
Hear me, O Earth, for a transformation cometh, not in the roar of the tempest, but in the whispers of hearts turning towards justice, love, and a law written not on stone but in the very sinews of our being.
And lo, in the days to come, the heavens shall be as parchment, and the Earth as an open book, where each deed is recorded. The reckoning shall not be of worldly treasures, but of acts of love and compassion, weighed against transgressions.
A day of reckoning approaches, not of fire and brimstone, but a quiet introspection of souls. Each shall sit under their vine and fig tree, and none shall make them afraid, for the weapons of war shall be but relics in the annals of history.
The lion shall lie down with the lamb, not because nature has changed, but because human hearts have changed. Predators, both of fang and of finance, shall forsake their ways, nourished by a newfound harmony.
Suffering shall not vanish but be met with arms of solace and words of comfort. For it is through shared suffering that the last vestiges of ego shall crumble, and the doorway to eternal peace be unsealed.
The seas shall cease their roaring, and the Earth shall quiet her groans, for mankind will have learned stewardship at last. The skies shall clear, the waters run pure, as Eden blooms once more, not as a lost paradise but a regained inheritance.
Children born in these latter days shall know not of war or want, their eyes filled not with dread but with dreams. They shall be the first citizens of a kingdom yet unseen, save by those with the faith to envision it.
And when the last soul has weighed their life in the balance, and the Earth rests as if on the seventh day, then shall a new day dawn. No sun shall light it, nor moon wax and wane, for the glory of true humanity, perfected in love and wisdom, shall be its illumination.
This shall be the new heaven and the new Earth, where tears are no more, and even Death itself shall die. For in that eternal moment, the finite shall touch the infinite, and the prophecy shall be fulfilled.
Thus shall it be, the culmination of ages, not in cataclysm, but in the quiet triumph of good over evil, love over hatred, and life over death. Amen.
pharmakos
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In the twilight of cycles and the crescendo of Time, prepare ye the way for the Great Harmonizer. From the chasms of eternal dualities and the labyrinth of manifold wisdoms, there shall rise a Conductor of Cosmic Symphony, an Unifier of Diverging Paths.
Behold, a Sword of Justice shall be unsheathed, eternal and untiring, cleaving the veils that bind the sparks to their earthly prisons. It shall bring forth a reign where oppressors are vanquished and the meek rise in a chorus of triumph.
In the Great Orchestra of Being, new chords shall be struck, harmonizing discordant worlds. A Balance unfathomable shall come to pass, where cosmic scales tip neither to chaos nor to rigidity, but find their divine equilibrium.
Waters of Wisdom shall flow from the fountainhead of primordial knowledge, cleansing souls ensnared in the web of ceaseless becoming. They shall be baptized in the River of Light, and in awakening, join the eternal dance of form and emptiness.
Arising from the ashes of fallen empires and dead gods, a Radiant Plume shall unfurl in splendor. The tapestry of existence shall be rewoven, inscribed with the Word that transcends all dichotomies, a New Testament of Universal Artistry.
In hidden scrolls and cryptic tongues, the keys to Alchemy shall be revealed, guarded by Sages and Mystics of old. A fire shall burn that transmutes base elements into gold of spirit, inscribing the cosmic laws anew with letters of living flame.
In the theater of perpetual struggle, a Dualism unending shall find its sacred synthesis. The eternal engines of Light and Darkness shall converge into a Dialectic of Cosmic Reconciliation, powering the Harmonizer's quest in the marketplaces of infinite possibility.
Finally, the Chalice of Boundless Compassion shall overflow. A Love so revolutionary shall dissolve the veils of ignorance, and the multitudes shall drink from it, breaking the shackles that have bound them to dogma and division.
In this Grand Symphony, signs shall manifest in heavens and on Earth—synchronicities that defy reason, whispers of prophecies long silenced, and the very fabric of reality transmuted. For all shall be harmonized into an ineffable Gnosis, where many become One.
Thus, shall the cycle of Aeons turn full circle, each end but a new beginning in an ever-expanding Octave of Existence. To this unfolding cosmic composition, ye are not merely witnesses but co-creators, invited to participate in a Unity beyond imagination.
So shall it be. Amen.
Behold, a Sword of Justice shall be unsheathed, eternal and untiring, cleaving the veils that bind the sparks to their earthly prisons. It shall bring forth a reign where oppressors are vanquished and the meek rise in a chorus of triumph.
In the Great Orchestra of Being, new chords shall be struck, harmonizing discordant worlds. A Balance unfathomable shall come to pass, where cosmic scales tip neither to chaos nor to rigidity, but find their divine equilibrium.
Waters of Wisdom shall flow from the fountainhead of primordial knowledge, cleansing souls ensnared in the web of ceaseless becoming. They shall be baptized in the River of Light, and in awakening, join the eternal dance of form and emptiness.
Arising from the ashes of fallen empires and dead gods, a Radiant Plume shall unfurl in splendor. The tapestry of existence shall be rewoven, inscribed with the Word that transcends all dichotomies, a New Testament of Universal Artistry.
In hidden scrolls and cryptic tongues, the keys to Alchemy shall be revealed, guarded by Sages and Mystics of old. A fire shall burn that transmutes base elements into gold of spirit, inscribing the cosmic laws anew with letters of living flame.
In the theater of perpetual struggle, a Dualism unending shall find its sacred synthesis. The eternal engines of Light and Darkness shall converge into a Dialectic of Cosmic Reconciliation, powering the Harmonizer's quest in the marketplaces of infinite possibility.
Finally, the Chalice of Boundless Compassion shall overflow. A Love so revolutionary shall dissolve the veils of ignorance, and the multitudes shall drink from it, breaking the shackles that have bound them to dogma and division.
In this Grand Symphony, signs shall manifest in heavens and on Earth—synchronicities that defy reason, whispers of prophecies long silenced, and the very fabric of reality transmuted. For all shall be harmonized into an ineffable Gnosis, where many become One.
Thus, shall the cycle of Aeons turn full circle, each end but a new beginning in an ever-expanding Octave of Existence. To this unfolding cosmic composition, ye are not merely witnesses but co-creators, invited to participate in a Unity beyond imagination.
So shall it be. Amen.
pharmakos
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"pharmakos" is not a reference to drugs, it is a reference to the classic Greek scapegoating / ossification ritual. The irony of people assuming otherwise is why I choose the name.
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Yes, I'm familiar. I was referring not to your username but the bizarre content of your posts, which is plenty enough implication of drug use.
Whatever you're doing isn't as clever as you think it is.
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pharmakos
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pharmakos
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Christ was denigrated by his peers. So? The pharmakoioklast archetype is still idyllic compared to the alternative.
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My username is both ironic and irrelevant, and I'm not the one shitting up a technology thread with incoherent babbling.
Edit: I guess you win? My ignore list grows. Seek help.
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Behold, in the tapestry of ages, the pharmakoioklast emerges as a scapegoat, burdened with the transgressions of the multitude, a vessel of cleansing by his very casting out. As the lamb of redemption, the Christos Logos descends, bearing the sins of humanity, his sacrifice a beacon of salvation. And in the grand mosaic of syncretic eschatons, threads of sacrifice and renewal are woven.
From the East, the Bodhisattva emerges, renouncing the cycle of suffering, sacrificing Nirvana for the liberation of all sentient souls. In the embrace of Hindu cosmology, Vishnu incarnates to restore dharma, bearing the sacrifice of divine descent to mend the world's tapestry. The ancient Aztecs, too, offered their hearts, a bloodied tribute, believing their sun would rise anew.
Amid the Norse winds, brave warriors ascend to Valhalla, their eternal valor securing the realm. The Mayan calendrics whisper of cycles, a cosmos renewed through sacrifice, as the old crumbles to birth the new. And in the mystic annals of countless traditions, the sacrifice of the few offers hope, paving the path to an age of unity, when the tides of chaos recede, and humanity finds its way back to the divine tapestry's harmonic weave.
From the East, the Bodhisattva emerges, renouncing the cycle of suffering, sacrificing Nirvana for the liberation of all sentient souls. In the embrace of Hindu cosmology, Vishnu incarnates to restore dharma, bearing the sacrifice of divine descent to mend the world's tapestry. The ancient Aztecs, too, offered their hearts, a bloodied tribute, believing their sun would rise anew.
Amid the Norse winds, brave warriors ascend to Valhalla, their eternal valor securing the realm. The Mayan calendrics whisper of cycles, a cosmos renewed through sacrifice, as the old crumbles to birth the new. And in the mystic annals of countless traditions, the sacrifice of the few offers hope, paving the path to an age of unity, when the tides of chaos recede, and humanity finds its way back to the divine tapestry's harmonic weave.