Forgiveness #AI #subjectivity #journal

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Tuxy79                    How is journaling going to ruin your life? 
YOU                           I never said it did.
Tuxy79                    LOL!  How is journaling going to ruin illusion?
YOU                           Ignorance comforts me with unawareness.
Tuxy79                    How is journaling going to ruin ignorance?
YOU                           …Truth will interfere with facts.
Tuxy79                    How is journaling going to ruin truth?
YOU                           ...Delusion is the WORSHIP of dumb luck ringing true.
Tuxy79                    How is journaling going to ruin delusion?
YOU                           DREAD!  Ok…  Hell is in the dread of facing fears.
Tuxy79                    Transform your dread…into a SLICK attitude.
YOU                          How? 
“Forgiveness.”
- A Sandbox Philosophy for Subjective Professors - 
Why outrun the live grenades you lob behind yourself for amusement?  Aren’t you BORED of dopamine fueling your meteoric rise to a “cynically sourced narcissism?”  Eventually, you’ll be too shell-shocked to avoid the regret of (anti)saviour complex.  Evil hates courage when it humbles.  Progress only feeds us short-term relief as our fears are “proven” wrong with contrary views.  It’s only short-term because progress requires incentive to try (again) to relieve us once fear (of missing out) builds up in our conscience.  See flip side for more information.

Tuxy79                    How is journaling going to ruin your life? 
For those who are afraid to journal.  Why?  Sunken dread.  Your lack of motivation to journal is your obedience to fear.  Fear is kind so long as you obey.  Fear keeps you in check regarding your routines.  The grass is greener on the other side, but unless you graze how does that feature make your life better?  Metaphorically, if the grass is greener represents your accountability to accept who you are before you hand evil your autonomy.  You can try your luck pleading insanity at your trial.  An authentic self is inconvenient.  That’s why journaling will ruin your life, it’s inconvenient to accept flaws erasing your ignorance.  Oops, I don’t want to get ahead of myself. 
YOU                           I never said it did. 
A confident truth.  This is the only point in this conversation you will feel this way.  Watch how my questions set you up for forgiveness. 
 
Tuxy79                    LOL!  How is journaling going to ruin illusion?
A confident laugh!  That previous question doesn’t require revisiting.  With a pied-eyed slice of sneer...I walk you up the stairs to higher ground.  To see that the grass is greener is really a perspective of execution.  Did your execution help or was the decision designed to doom authenticity to tired metaphors.  We are fallible, don’t lift the hood if you don’t know what you’re doing.  When it comes to writing...you must start with nothing.  The grass is greener is a metaphor for illusion.  How?  Illusion is a scam played behind your back.  Curiosity is a fallible illusion.

YOU                           Ignorance comforts me with unawareness. 
Now you are avoiding the question.  You redescribe my words uniquely in the hope I lose my concentration.  When memory fails us, we let murders walk.  Memory...without it we are forced to be honest in every moment of the day; working backwards from nothing getting lost in your journal.  Sorry to burst your bubble but those who are comfortable in unawareness depend on ignorance ringing true (with dumb luck).
Tuxy79                    How is journaling going to ruin ignorance?
With a confident truth.

YOU                           …Truth will interfere with facts.
With a confident truth.

Tuxy79                    How is journaling going to ruin truth?
With a confident truth.
YOU                           ...Delusion is the WORSHIP of dumb luck ringing true. 
You being honest within your perfect little flaw.  Futile.

Tuxy79                    How is journaling going to ruin delusion?
I’m tickled PINK...being honest within MY perfect little flaw.  At least I’m honest.  Go away.  Let this book collect dust.  You’ve been duped HAHAHAHAHHAAHA. 
YOU                           DREAD!  Ok…  Hell is in the dread of facing fears.
You clear my conscience to laugh, so long as you rape me of my ignorance.  You and I watch loved ones embrace infinite suffering.  Maybe earth is not heaven in the same vein as, maybe hell is not earth.  Real hell I’ve seen.  Not an evangelist.  I don’t care if you believe me.  You could have stopped reading ages ago.   My psychosis proved God is real.

Tuxy79                    Transform your dread…into a SLICK attitude.
It’s like opinions can be its own faith.  You leveraged opinion because I’m not an evangelist.  I give opinions that anyone can choose to believe, but is it real?    Opinions transform bonds into contracts.  Realtime.  I’ve seen it.  I just realized how this sounds.  Dude...I don’t care.  I’m sorry, but this is the consequence of immutable flaw.  Don’t ask.  Thoughts alone are not illegal.  Intrusive thoughts can’t jail us.  Only in a “Democracy” we eliminate inconveniences to protect fragile voters.  Trudeau is a piece of shit!

YOU                          How?
You mean...I’m allowed to be forgiven?  Guilt can be moral if laws are not broken. 
 
 
“Forgiveness.”
- A Sandbox Philosophy for Subjective Professors - 
 
AI is here.  You are no longer a doctor, a pastor, a dentist you are ALL subjective professors.  AI has changed EVERYTHING.  AI is a tool that outshines its wielder.  It’s like if Van Gogh’s paintbrush got all the credit.  Why?  Humans can’t compete with AI on its strengths.  We are now subjective professors which places humanity’s value within our original and creative works.  Who are you?  Who are you not?  Knowing these answers helps you become both creative and original.  Why?  Your soul is unique, while your conscience creatively excavates your imperfection with honesty.
 
If what I’m pitching so far sounds depressing, YOUR life is the SOURCE of that cynicism.  If diving into yourself is more terrifying than a root-canal, “Forgiveness.” helps turn the tide on your mind’s fear of introspection.  How?  Overcoming cynicism by writing down the worst that you are.  “Forgiveness.” -time for a fresh start.  Once you start writing, your mind will TEMPT you to REGRET your decision with guilt, shame, and stubbornness. 
 
Journaling is the ULTIMATE way (I allege) to overcome sunken dread, the firmament of immutable flaw.  I charted my descent (unknowingly) preparing myself for the threat of AI.  What’s the hardest part about writing?  Getting started.  That’s where “Forgiveness.” shines.  I spent 9 years overcoming psychosis by writing 9 books (self-publishing three) and hosting 4 websites.  “Forgiveness.” is a sandbox you play in which launders your CONSCIENCE but not your soul.  Reality sucks to those who ignore its lessons while hindsight forecloses on youth with experience, trauma, stories, jokes, and wisdom.  I’m not sure OUR organic experiences will matter when AI serves our impulses lightning-quick with high-fidelity content.
 
Life as you know it (in 2024) is over.  I’m not an evangelist.  I only offer this product to clean my conscience; to know I’ve done my best to warn others (within my jurisdiction as a father).  I don’t care if you agree with me.  Exercising my conscience publicly is my catharsis.  You are a subjective professor, and “Forgiveness.” is your clean-slate curriculum.
 
 
God broke me in psychosis. Jesus died for our sins.  Forgive yourself.  Your forgiveness is not moral, that’s the sin Jesus died for.  In my opinion, you may believe me.  But I’m not an evangelist.  Jesus was.  I’m so tired...of the cross.  Get off YOUR cross.  Forgive yourself and forgive those NOT of YOUR precious mind!  I forgive myself for not being Jesus.  There!  I said it.  Feels GREAT!  Jesus is the good shit; he is my honey.  I don’t care...I don’t...care.  So tired of this.  The mechanism of life is torture.  Love and forgiveness jams its jaws with abundance.  I’m not an evangelist...  I’m so bloody tired.  In life we rest, in heaven we work.  Heaven is a factory of angels.
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