O great Mystery, as I reside here and write to you, ponder you, please share with me your bountiful wisdom so that this ape body, this animal, this mind, may transcend the temporary and last forever. And on such a note as that, thank you for all the wisdom you have shared in the past.
When’s the last time I actually got high while writing?
My newer stuff, the stuff on memory, it seems to be super powerful, “big life hacks” and all that.
And so I suppose then it’s back to “what’s next? what transcends _this_?”.
Not that that’s a bad place to be, it just feels a little like “come on, man, enjoy the view for a moment”.
Snap your fingers and it is done; what do you want to come from this?
What strategies do you want to have reaped, do you want to have developed, do you want to have cultivated, do you want to have promoted and spread?
And yet, this memory work (memory hacking: “you are _only_ memory, and are infinitely hackable”) seems to have come from naught, perhaps, though this is likely false.
The more you write, the faster you grow, perhaps.
To frame it differently, if you _do_ wish to transcend to new big-life-hacks, perhaps it _is_ the same as “enjoying the view for a moment”, in the sense that if you wish to truly _transcend_, then you must truly grok the base from which you spring, perhaps.
If you wish to grow beyond memory hacking, perhaps start by defining it, and its surroundings.