A final Lesson?

Hmm ... could there be such a thing?
The thing is, sometimes things that have been learned already, can be relearned again. So, once enough time has passed and enough changes have occurred - the old lesson is a new one again.

Or as videogames would do, the scaling of certain things can be adjusted. Which, in this context, is also more like a ... universal throughline.


As we grow - and put more weight on one thing than another, some variance is inevitable. Is what that was about.


And woops. Adding context like this might be nice. Can I adapt it? Probably not.

I mean, I grew up understanding that I sucked more at things than I thought. And the source of it would be that I don't practice much. And something deep inside of me ... makes me think that I may have earned the privilege to not have to practice pretty much of anything anymore - for at least one lifetime.

Or is it a stress test? Dealing with regeneration and re-activation?


Hmm. Insights. That was another thing running through my stream just earlier. The things that I see, or how I see them. Things ... well. I have to say that I sometimes have a difficult time accessing my own thoughts. Right now, scales seem to be an apt comparison. Once one thing has grown over the other, it's difficult to peel back and look beneath.
Or wrinkles. "Cavernous Depths".
So - even if there was nothing on my mind, there's all that.
But ... does it matter?


Well, if we're done with matters that matter, eventually we come to matters that don't have to matter all that much. But uh.
So in reverse: What should matter? Given that matters that are brought to attention start to matter on their own behalf.


{Cell: A Ki(variance(multi-variant))-modulated Replicator}

Do you think we could be at war with an alien species based on religious disputes that emerged from the existence, non-existence and/or obfuscation of things?


So, Insights. What I mean is, for instance - I think I understand how they work. Recently a word popped into my head and it all came together as such: Punk. The concept of disobeying authority. The idea of cutting corners and safety regulations as a primary skill. To leave, as things can never stay that simple, the mundane tasks and rigorous labour to the others. So, because the issue is adjacent to the body that empowers is. Being allowed access beyond their privilege - disrupting the established order - that was a strategic move. "Them" being the useful idiots.
And if you can't deal with them, well, you're outdated anyway.

And in doing what they're doing they re-enforce the shackles they themselves may have escaped, but whatever justice may have been done, is more than just undone in this instance.


Any one single entity may not be responsible for any one thing - except ... well, where things run together I must assume. But even this ... there has to be some ... catch. Which might be that there is none?


And meanwhile people still believe in some grand vision or some glorious outcome.


But what's now the difference between these insights and "Aliens"?

Well, when I think Aliens I also think Star Trek and Stargate - and then I think ... yea ... [sounds of a lighter followed by bubbling sounds]


And yea. I sure feel lost as in a dense forest of my own ignorance, sometimes. Sure. But, what am I to do? How am I to try and ... see what I don't?

Hmm. Star Trek. What comes to mind is, that California is in-deed like ... a safe haven from a time-travellers perspective. Like, there might be niches here and there - but California has it all. And it's crazy enough to go somewhat unnoticed as whatever.

And it'd be so silly if Star Trek was actually ... also Wormhole X-Treme. So, it's like the future based on something that came from the future. Maybe.
What'd that be? A Moebius Phenomenon?

Stargate however makes more sense to me, culturally speaking. And the "what if" leads to "maybes" that are all somehow resolved in the Lore. Say ... with Spacetime Warping being real, Wormholes become a possibility. "But" the Technology required would need to be super advanced. So, the Ancients. If we could further go off of how they are depicted, they mirror a just and vastly untroubled society. So, my idea here is that history, as it plays out chronologically and finitely as by a given "now frontier", is aligned to our evolution. Here we would be separated according to our cognitive and "ethical" (here thought of as resemblances of 'thought and wanting') capabilities - to then incarnate as whatever works best at the time.

And ultimately, Stargate somehow ends with Star Trek. Except the funny aliens from Trek, the Universe is a lot more Grimdark.


So, yay SG1 and the SGC!


Is that's also what's stopping Kinsey uh, whatshisname ... from going too crazy?
"Supreme Commander!" Hihi

Well. I am told that apparently we're going to let lose until the plates come off ... so, I may kind of have to try and speedrun losing my marbles. So, ... let's see.

Hmm. OK. Whatever.

Or was that like ... a Prophecy?
Well.

Very Sus!


And I may have actually met someone who introduced himself to me as someone who has met me before, but whom I have not yet met.

So, uhm ... who knows?
I suppose I need to turn towards other things now.


Or is Star Trek more like the residual of a thing. An echo. Say in some alternate timeline where some tragic accident came upon me - like, eaten by a tiger or something - according to Hollywood Lore there's a chance that once time-travellers are present during a time-shift, they outlast the shift and end up stranded in a stranger reality. The difficulty then is to piece together what came first and how things fit together and such. Plus whatever alt-nonsense might play into it.

In my opinion then however, all futures that those travelers came from ... are now past. And when they were to return to them, they would continue into a future that ... is built on what has been left, or in other terms, will be the one we'd arrive at should nothing else interfere. Is that then where NPCs and Divine Stasis come into play? Who knows?


On a different note: I'm much more than I think, there's a lot that I don't know - and much I could not consider. So I'm frequently told. ~ish. Now, the thing between God and myself is that He wasn't always happy with me and I wasn't always happy with Him. Or about. But ... uhm. Yea, let's say I'm a Dragon - or something like that. Compared to you, a human. Or something perhaps even smaller. It's as the archetypal dilemma with carnivores. And Carnivore was one of the earliest Identities that I assumed.
So, my well-being, in that scenario, would be intrinsically linked to what you would call death and destruction. You would rightfully declare that a problem. And depending on how the might of the various entities in play stacks up, that would put me back on the list of potential prey.

This story does line up very well with how I feel about myself internally. That God wants me to be free - unbent and unbroken - and to that end He is willing to forgive a LOT of things. "But".
Logically there is a but here because the projected trend goes downward - which is clearly not where we want to go. Well, not in this instance.

Of course the first issue is with the ... hunter and prey thing. It may seem illogical because it's categorically impossible. But some would call that xenophobic. Then carricatures would pop up of how sheep are inviting the wolf into the den - all while furries blow themselves up and support the xenophobic agenda.
Signed: The Wolf.

And yea. There's a part of me now that wants to be vegetarian. Vegetarian food however, in a way, it makes my heart go cold. Maybe that can be remedied. And IRL Coffee does in fact pull a lot of weight in my life. But uhm ... .

Anyhow. The issue with diets aside - this is here just a metaphor. So, there's no way anyone of us needs to literally ingest another one of us to continue their existence. So, though my co-existence with you would require a sacrifice from you - the truth is that it also requires one from me.
The reason why we're now different in this picture ... well, is ... perhaps a mystery.

Maybe there's enough clues to piece something together.

One idea would be, that I was there sooner ... and thus became estranged to you. Meanwhile I would however still grow - and God would show interest in that. So, the morale of the story is this: We're all the Dragon. Though given fate and time - we all face different odds.

And what can I say?
Do I feel lucky?
I would not ... want to give it away - for sure!


And yea. Somehow in there now is the concept of difficulty. So, people always complain about how pathetic it is for people to complain about their ills - they call victimhood olympics or something. But who are the ones making victimhood their whole thing? But well, let's play it out! Let's play victimhood olympics. I certainly know a few that are bigger victims than I am. So, over here, being Trans is certainly ... not the bottom. And sure. I'm german. And Germany is ... what's their name ... those teddy bears with the magic powers (they with them symbols on their chests). Well, I like to think it so anyway. As to say: There's nothing a bit of spit and good will can't fix.

Except these days ... the dirty wash of the industry paints the landscape in a depressingly dark tint. And we have it relatively good here still. "Yay!".
I mean, with all the Microplastic and a bit of Fantasy it can even appear magical still!


Hmm ... what's difficult? Well. One point here, at any rate, would be to carry together what kinds of complaints exist and in how far these constitute a credible case against the system as is. You know, in a sane world this would be part of troubleshooting.
To then say: If your only problem is what color of skin your neighbor has, what they do in their bedrooms or what they have in their pants - you should just shut up!

I guess - one thing ... . There's always this problem. You know. The kids these days. Oh my. What about the Kids? Please, consider! Think about them! And yes! Haven't we thought hard enough about them thus far? So why would we now, after all this time, have to worry even harder?
But no! The kids! Oh no the kids! There's ... cultural decline. Degeneracy. SOCIALISEM!

And the thing is - as a Grown Up ... approaching 42 - I must come to the conclusion that kids are dumb. Or stupid. Put it as you will. And a young adult isn't much wiser. I mean, I have spent my entire life feeding my mind with stuff. Perhaps a lot of it is what could be classified as bullshit, but still. Relatively speaking ... young adult is in fact ... as "just out of childhood". There's at least one more page that will have to turn. But yet ... things start to shape in the young person.
And it is now a question to me as to you as to ourselves - as to how much of it is intrinsic and how much of it is external.

The thing is this: If "the Official LGBTQIA+ stance on Gender and Sexuality" holds true - by which I mean the one that states that "being Gay is not a choice" - then that narrows it down. Which is however a stupid way of saying: If we could narrow down how much of who we are is internal and how much of it is external, we can also narrow down what we have to hold to which standards.

I mean - if a Girl expresses the desire to be a Boy, that could mean many things. It could simply be a desire for the freedom that she sees boys having. But that's a presumption on my part that then throws shade on parents. And sure enough, bad parenting is known to happen.

Anyway. Looking at the Young Adult, that - whatever it is from, has grown strong to a point that we assume a degree of maturity. As we can put time stamps on how long a crop or whatever takes to grow to a certain point, we can put them on ourselves. And however far we grow beyond that point, we can look back and think about ... "the fallen leaves".


What my minds eye was on however, was the development of our moral standards. And yea, sure enough, some do have what is called a conscience. "Allegedly". And so, however deep our psyche goes - it starts to develop at some point. We would assume that as we step into consciousness - the most dominant aspects of ourselves go first. Based on my general assumption, we would also see some kind of accellerated growth or gradually increasinng standard. Well, if nourished properly. The difference to a model solely based on nourishment is the ethical component. A moral compass, one might say. The deeper consciousness that unfolds as based on past experiences. And those experiences are - or would be - the real leftovers. The "true scars" as it were. Minus all the things that would blind us or have us look the other way and such.
Maybe the next time around we get things we didn't have - chances or malladies - but each and every time we would or should also grow more refined. The shapes that once were might not remain, one to one, but what is may leave traces still. And with a little help from God, certain things ... can be enshrined.
Or all things, technically.


[Note: I have a worry. Maybe it's an echo. But, the image goes like so: All of a sudden all the [Books(like, the Bible)] were missing - and then ... all that's left is what could be scrapped together from memory.
So ... It'd suck if that were to happen. (again?)]


So - when it comes to Trans issues and my experience, all this - to me - translates into the following: It is to be determined as to whether - or in how far - an individual desire is an internal impulse or an external influence.
The thing with external influence is that of an attractor, usually, I'd say - which can come in different forms. We can for once boil it down to stimuli and categorize them. Maybe it also makes us feel better about ourselves somehow. I generally get a little kick out of chances to compare myself to others.
But uhm - it's ... a double-edged sword, really.

But even so from within, we could distinguish between a yearning for the familiar and curiosity for the new, at the very least. And through what we give and take - or so: How we breathe, metaphysically speaking - we're bound to look for intersections, or chances. We could namedrop "pattern recognition" and "the drive to procreate/self-replicate". All in all - I also see a self-replicating chaos therein. It may be predictable in that there's a clear path of causality, leaving chance as something God can take control upon. But a part of its nature is our own behavior - and while God could certainly bend us into shape - such that we would comply to the dreams and wishes of those that yearn for us - that could barely be the point of it all.


But yea, so ... . I'm out of juice for now.