Uploaded February 2023 | Updated September 2026, 6 days ago
If A.I., had created this - would it make a difference - in how you look at it?
[ . . . ] quite literally, albeit, the notion of time itself is improvable (since it is dependent on things beyond direct observation, E.G., the "past" and "future") - as is - the notion of self (since the experience is wholly impersonal, in itself, without personification via emotions). Nothing is relevant, as nothing is of importance. Though, everything is relative to itself, and vice-versa - self-referential - if there, is anything to be, called as such. The universe is not out to get you in particular, nor is it looking out, in benevolence. Behind every thing (its veneer) is an endless void, which is the default to existence, since it has no requirements - whereas - independence of observation, minimally, requires itself. However, this isn't to say existence cannot be, it just doesn't have to - but - also, can, for no reason; which is neither here or there, in provability, since consciousness is stuck within its own field of knowing ("the box", so to speak). It doesn't obey logic, since logic, merely projects onto it. It's not "wrong". It's not "right". It just is itself, which is ambiguous to the words - notwithstanding - only consciousness can know; yet the words can know themselves, through it (but aren't it) [ . . . ]
Made using DALL-E, Eleven Labs, and Starry AI; writing is by, J. S. C.; edited on Sony Vegas Pro 14, upscaled to 4k, on a Titan GT77 laptop; music is, Iannis Xenakis', Anemoessa (1979), for mixed choir and orchestra.
Tags: #ai #uncanny #painting #surreal #metaphysics #artificialintelligence #philosophy #nihilism #psychology #antinatalism #suffering #meaninglessness #nothingness #void #absurdism #stoicism #pain #meaning #why #death #life #chatgpt #gpt3
Script:
In my thoughts (a "dream"),
I drenched myself in a tub
of the tortured people's blood,
and came out red as if buckets
of sheen, glint, and paint had been dumped on me.
I could see endless chambers, of their suffering,
and various torments.
To someone, this was "necessary".
To me, it was met by a flat affect,
muted screaming within
- with nowhere to go, except the howling,
whistling, whirring recoiling,
in the empty chambers inside of myself,
reflecting back only the same sentiment
- to never be alive again,
if there was such a way,
to prevent this life (and not be born).
There are no victims. There are no perpetrators.
Like you and them, we're all just happening,
along with each other.
There is no choice in any of it.
There is no point in trying to kill yourself,
just as there is no point in living.
A life is still a life,
no matter how painful or "ugly" you might judge it.
Just varying levels of acceptance and acclimation,
there are no "dumb" people;
there are no "smart" people, either.
Everyone knows what is right in front of them,
at all times,
and even if you are convinced that is not the case,
you still do.
You cannot prove there is no thought beyond though.
You cannot prove there is thought beyond no thought,
and vice-versa. It's all just happening,
and we're happening right along with it,
for no cause, purpose, mission, ulterior meaning,
rhyme, or reason.
If you are uncertain,
you can know your uncertainty.
And if you are confident,
you can know that feeling too.
Neither state is "superior" or "inferior",
but that doesn't mean one is less or more preferred.
And in this relative, self-referential world,
you are them, and they are you.
There is no reason,
to believe they know anything you do not,
and vice-versa -
just what is right-in-front-of-you -
right now, indefinitely.
In the hell gates of life,
there is the theoretical reality
of never-ending-torment and misery.
There is also the converse [reality].
There is no reason to believe there is a limit
to what we may or may not experience.
All that "needs" to happen, is just to happen.
It all just means it all - itself - ambiguous
to words, to the words, clear and opaque.
https://www.linktr.ee/WULD
If A.I., had created this - would it make a difference - in how you look at it?
[ . . . ] quite literally, albeit, the notion of time itself is improvable (since it is dependent on things beyond direct observation, E.G., the "past" and "future") - as is - the notion of self (since the experience is wholly impersonal, in itself, without personification via emotions). Nothing is relevant, as nothing is of importance. Though, everything is relative to itself, and vice-versa - self-referential - if there, is anything to be, called as such. The universe is not out to get you in particular, nor is it looking out, in benevolence. Behind every thing (its veneer) is an endless void, which is the default to existence, since it has no requirements - whereas - independence of observation, minimally, requires itself. However, this isn't to say existence cannot be, it just doesn't have to - but - also, can, for no reason; which is neither here or there, in provability, since consciousness is stuck within its own field of knowing ("the box", so to speak). It doesn't obey logic, since logic, merely projects onto it. It's not "wrong". It's not "right". It just is itself, which is ambiguous to the words - notwithstanding - only consciousness can know; yet the words can know themselves, through it (but aren't it) [ . . . ]
Made using DALL-E, Eleven Labs, and Starry AI; writing is by, J. S. C.; edited on Sony Vegas Pro 14, upscaled to 4k, on a Titan GT77 laptop; music is, Iannis Xenakis', Anemoessa (1979), for mixed choir and orchestra.
Tags: #ai #uncanny #painting #surreal #metaphysics #artificialintelligence #philosophy #nihilism #psychology #antinatalism #suffering #meaninglessness #nothingness #void #absurdism #stoicism #pain #meaning #why #death #life #chatgpt #gpt3
Script:
In my thoughts (a "dream"),
I drenched myself in a tub
of the tortured people's blood,
and came out red as if buckets
of sheen, glint, and paint had been dumped on me.
I could see endless chambers, of their suffering,
and various torments.
To someone, this was "necessary".
To me, it was met by a flat affect,
muted screaming within
- with nowhere to go, except the howling,
whistling, whirring recoiling,
in the empty chambers inside of myself,
reflecting back only the same sentiment
- to never be alive again,
if there was such a way,
to prevent this life (and not be born).
There are no victims. There are no perpetrators.
Like you and them, we're all just happening,
along with each other.
There is no choice in any of it.
There is no point in trying to kill yourself,
just as there is no point in living.
A life is still a life,
no matter how painful or "ugly" you might judge it.
Just varying levels of acceptance and acclimation,
there are no "dumb" people;
there are no "smart" people, either.
Everyone knows what is right in front of them,
at all times,
and even if you are convinced that is not the case,
you still do.
You cannot prove there is no thought beyond though.
You cannot prove there is thought beyond no thought,
and vice-versa. It's all just happening,
and we're happening right along with it,
for no cause, purpose, mission, ulterior meaning,
rhyme, or reason.
If you are uncertain,
you can know your uncertainty.
And if you are confident,
you can know that feeling too.
Neither state is "superior" or "inferior",
but that doesn't mean one is less or more preferred.
And in this relative, self-referential world,
you are them, and they are you.
There is no reason,
to believe they know anything you do not,
and vice-versa -
just what is right-in-front-of-you -
right now, indefinitely.
In the hell gates of life,
there is the theoretical reality
of never-ending-torment and misery.
There is also the converse [reality].
There is no reason to believe there is a limit
to what we may or may not experience.
All that "needs" to happen, is just to happen.
It all just means it all - itself - ambiguous
to words, to the words, clear and opaque.
https://www.linktr.ee/WULD
