Who do you believe?

Yourself? That’s bullshit.

What do you know that I don’t know? So I’m going to make things simple.

A truck full of consciousness is driving down the highway and it gets hijacked by a devious set of brains looking for cheap thrills. Turns out the brains had been soaking themselves in formaldehyde all day so their driving skills were a little below par. The truck crashes into a tree and the brains get thrown into the back of the truck. Lights and explosions and shit started going off all over the place as some monkeys dropped the fuck out of the tree. The monkeys started dancing with the brains and turned that shit into a dance club. Eventually the monkeys got tired and the brains, sensing weakness ate the each of those motherfucking monkeys in one bite. Then the truck caught on motherfucking FIRE! and those brains burned and burned and burned until there was nothing left. And that is how humans lost their cosmic car keys.

How do I know this?

Because I was there asshole, sad story right?

So don’t give me any of your shit about what you think you know because I know better then that.

I was there. So fuck off.

Watch the city to turn it to flames
Bubbling energy turns to games
Destruction as creation
Silently storms the imagination

A chaotic system placed in mind
Opposites that occupy the same state
of similar quality but of different kind
That sit and wait
Unable to change the waiter’s fate

The waiter waits, and waits and waits
Eyes staring at the city gate
Intensely focused on fire and ice
But all that he can create is advice.

“Don’t waste your life waiting”
He thought still debating
What to do now that he was done with his waiting

So down he walked to the bottom the hill
And snow fell new and fresh
So he lit up a joint and sucked in his fill
Until the chaos began to mesh

He held up his joint and covered the city
With embers smoldering at the gate
As snow fell and fell without pity
Until the entire city felt its fate

The city burned in snow as the waiter laughed
Convinced that he had won at last
But his triumph was all too soon past
As the time that time takes is often too fast.

His joint went out.
He turned about.
He climbed up his hill
And went right on waiting
Waiting till waiting was filled once more.

Look into your futur; are you going to die in a moment? If your answer no:
Put a gun to your head and pull the trigger.
If you are master of the universe a or if you put faith in Quantum Immortality, you will surely survive. Go ahead and pull the trigger.
What happened? The gun misfired? Was it luck or was it fate?
You fire the same shot at the wall, and sure enough it doesn’t misfired twice…this must be fate, no?
If the experiment is under fate’s control, then I can jump off a building and be assured that I’ll survive the fall, because today is not my time to die.
I’m a super hero who can test all limits, because I only die at the time of the my death and never before. I act without fear of death because I can feel my future, and the feeling of death is a long way off. It is there nonetheless, but it’s down the road.
In the same way, I am an asshole to the girl that I am going to marry. She has a boy friend and is love with another, but she’s mine so I can be as big a dick to her as I so please. Ha! I can even attempt suicide without consequence. I won’t die, I can’t die because I haven’t made her my wife yet.
I’m establishing a supreme confidence. I cannot lose. Remember that when you try and bring me down.
In order to be master of the the universe, you first have to convince yourself that you are master of the universe. How can it be true if you don’t believe it? The highest truth is nothing but my belief. I am supreme judge, and master of the universe.
Tell me I’m wrong, and you’ll only prove to me that I’m right.

Sounds crazy but in many ways it is true.

We produce prejudice and bias on a daily basis just based upon the sensory information that we receive every day. These prejudices are made in order to help us determine how the world will play out in the future and consequently how we should act presently. This ability to act in a way that takes into account the consequences of our actions in the future. Our ability of abstraction is based upon prejudice in that for a limited set of information provided our brains will “fill in the blanks” to fit into preconceived notions of how things should look, feel ect. this is how we can recognize a person from seeing the back of their head or part of their face. We cannot see the rest of the person, but we can abstract that the rest of the person is there from biases which we have accumulated.

This may be the basis of intelligence, the ground floor if you will, but is by no means the end all description of intelligence. Higher level intelligence I believe is based upon how we interact with our base level intelligence, what we do with the biases that we have undoubtedly learned and if we are able to recognize and use how our brains have been structured. In this process we must learn that the prejudices we have built up have not been built up for a purpose other then as a function to help us survive in the environment we have been placed. The creation of bias is what allows humans to adapt to the enormous amount of environmental situations we see in the world with ease. However it is often what separates people and creates all the human problems we see in the world.

Such is the nature of our “intelligence.” A word that even we cannot even define with certainty and never will until we understand its true nature. This understanding we will find is the true nature of intelligence to come.

Ok, interesting story. In 10th grade I was doing a math equation, and I got an incorrect answer. The answer I got was -1/21. Now for whatever reason, when I saw that number I liked it. I thought it was special for some reason, I didn’t know why I just had a feeling. So I’ve remembered it for all these years (I think that Diabolicus and/or “the one that has been” can verify this part of the story). Shoot ahead to the present, I’m bored, so I decide to type 12/21/12 (december 21, 2012. if you don’t know the significance of this date…look it up) into google. Well google has this feature now where if you type in an equation, it solves it for you. I had unwittingly done this, so I see the number 0.0476190476 and I’m thinking “this looks familiar.” So I try typing in -1/21 and lo and behold it equals -0.0476190476. At this point my mind is throughly blown. I mean, I definitely knew nothing about all this mysticism shit back in 10th grade, I just felt something special about that number, and I’ve been trying to figure out why for years. And now it just happens to be equal to a date that I hold sacred? Too weird. Any lingering doubts about the reality of that date are washed away for me.