"I can't protect my love - all I can do is protect my memory of my love for her."

Now write it 1,000 more times until you get the point.

Related?

unric.org/en/speaking-...

thehill.com/policy/inter...

Not if you live in Greenland, I guess.

Since most folks in Greenland have no more relatives...

Probabilistic thinking can become problematic when one fails to probe the possibilities of not living a singular life.

ChatGPT helped with this:

"Working with AI helps writers master the art of becoming blandly perfect—polished to please the unpleasable and tasteless enough to be swallowed by anyone. It’s great prep for robot-minded publishers who demand creative sterility in the name of universal acceptability."

Live the future.

Love the present.

Forgive the past.

Introducing *iScroll*—Big Tech's latest innovation! Designed to replace your soul with an endless void of Nothingness (patent pending). Scroll forever, achieve nothing, and forget why you started. Now available in *all* your favorite apps.

**Emptiness never looked so sleek.**

No one should try to be the meanest guy around.

It'll happen when you're just being average.

((That's an existential math-related pun, for those who understand neither math nor puns.))

And finally, I'd like to offer my thanks directly to whoever finds themselves reading these words.

Thank you for your curiosity.

People have thanked me for things I've done with my body in the past.

But I'd like to thank your mind for what your body will accomplish in the future... 🙃

Secondly, I am thankful for the Internet and the people who populate it with their crazy ideas.

Though it often feels like an asylum run by the inmates, I wouldn't have it any other way...

✌️ ((crazy idea, amirite? 🙄))

Firstly, I am thankful for my life and my ability to locomote as well as for my ability to emote.

I have enjoyed both of these things immensely.

'Moting is cool.👌

For anyone out there, today, on this day of Thanksgiving, I'd like to give my thanks FOR several things.

I suppose I'd also like to offer thanks TO several "things", as well...

I'm a loser.

Not because I've lost myself, but because I can't lose myself.

I know who I am so much it hurts.

Becoming someone I'm not to appease others is what's required to end this pain.

So rather than asking you, "Who am I?" I should be asking you, "Who do you need from me today?"

In 2016, I made a decision to curate my Facebook feed, in an attempt to actively seek out healthy minds to engage with.

I regret that decision. But I don't think I regret it more than staying connected to the Internet.

This is a cess pool I'm sucking from. No wonder it breeds so much success.

The trials and tribulations of Internet culture come down to deciding who you think you are.

Every asynchronous submission to every page and form is a chance communion with the dead or the unborn.

Only the living can tell us who we are. And the only screens they're using are for the rain and wind.

"Am I being sufficiently humble?" becomes, "Am I living my best, most authentic life?"

"Am I seeking out sufficient advice and wisdom from elders?" becomes, "Have I tossed enough shit onto the bridge from my troll cave, today?" [2/2]

The struggle of being an extreme moderate is swaying too far into the "I Am Very Smart" and the "Teacher's Pet" crowds, without burning bridges. [1/2]

If my firsr and last precipitation was too cloudy for you, then allow me to offer this:

You tell me what you've done, and you're a has been.

Tell me who you are, and you're me.

But if you tell me who you will, I'll wait around and see.

Hello, tech support?

I created my handle as a joke. After validating the captcha, I couldn't go back to change it.

I want to ensure that no one on blue sky is under the impression that I rape bodies.

I only rape minds.

And as we all know, those are two *entirely* different things.