sacrifice to the me-god

i wonder at the practicalities of having a personal god, a veritable god-version of yourself. Akin to ancient Mesopotamian practices of family gods, also akin to asian ancestor guardians.

the tragedy of worshipping yourself as a god is, what, vanity? There's a difference between knowing your are awesome and thinking that being that awesome is somehow better than someone else's awesomeness. Its the difference between confidence and cockyness really, one where you tell yourself you're the best and the other being where you tell everyone else? So what if you were encouraged to just imagine yourself as the most supreme ultra-version of yourself, an epitome of the me. I bet you would turn into it, and so caution and recorded consequences could be imparted upon the newly founded godling in hopes of belaying people that would otherwise turn into ultra-assholes/dicks or even super-pussies who don't do anything but bleed. Perhaps room should be left for the extremists; there presence would mark the boundaries of growth much more vividly then the subtle avenues of law and order. Only after experience would prudence become more important. I mean, we're e'er taught that supervillains are worthless, but what if they are just as important in defending this planet as superheroes, eh? Aimed properly, a destructive force can be used effectively. Not that its in any way apparent or even suspect that this planet is under threat from some otherworldly source. Besides ourselves at any rate.

And so to growth and onward. Higher mountains grown means higher pitfalls possible for the faithful followers of well sung heroes. My transhumanism is to be used in hopes of becoming more as a practice, a way of life. As i grow into my dreams shall my dreams grow, a cycle of fun! A funcycle! yay!

anyways.

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this might be one of my last posts from NY. whoopdeedoo, super pretty country town that sucks when it isn't summertime. Which is 8 months of the year. OK more like 6, which is 3 times as long as any other season. And a long winter doesn't magically mean longer summer, it just means shorter spring and shorter fall. Pffffft. Fuck this, i'm moving to a tropical island.

i have so much to start doing, i'm excited and whatever fears flit through my mind are only based on the suggestion that i might fail myself. But i know the only way i can do that is by not doing anything at all....so i know that as long as i'm doing what i've planned i can only succeed. future problems shall be dealt with upon confrontation.

It isn't blind hope but blinding hope, such as that is burns so brightly as to help forage a path onward, at the expense of it shining back in your face sometimes.

i have 20 minutes to kill. I shall slay them one at a time, in a perverse consecutive succession they shan't expect!! Slay them with patience. Minutes are like lemmings (which aren't like lemmings at all really) in the way that they are just lining up to jump off into the oblivion of the past. In the end you don't have to do anything at all; time will just kill itself. They say the humble shall inherit the earth, but i figure it will be the lazy.