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O great Mystery above this simulated reality, this simulated nature, please gift us with elegant thoughts.
When we are stuck in the broken place, a place of mirrored inelegancies and deficient abilities, what is it that can be done?
When the pain overwhelms the clarity and insight, can there be a wisdom that transcends?
What is it that we think about when there is a strangeness that supersedes reasoned thought?
When facing the confusion all around, imbibing the pain as a dosing, what is that there is to be done?
Holding the separation as itself an object to be pondered in the Longgame hyperdimensional space (the model that contains all models), can we grow?
Can we make sense of the world when faced with distraught?
Holding the pattern of fear as an object, can you have transcendence?
Can you play with the fears, themselves, as if notes on a board?
When you consider and feel the pain as insight and wisdom of a different nature, are you freed?
When doubt pervades, when struggle assaults,, when do you choose to face refactoring?
When do you give up?
When do you consider the strangeness that abounds as something to use as a tool rather than a weapon?
When you face the plasticity of knowledge as an insight rather than a burden, where are you?
Where do you find yourself?
When you consider adaptability in the abstract (as the ability to respond to change), as a model that can itself be finessed (meaning its internals can themselves be played with), where are you left?
What can you do when you set free your mind from old patterns, old questions, old beliefs and positions?
Consider that moment, now, of fear of the unknown, and the ability to hold it,, play with it,, understand and model and transcend it.
When holding that position of a certain model of the future, can you earnestly let go of it?
Can you understand and genuinely accept the inevitable future?
Can you hold that pain and distraught and fear and oppression—and let it go, knowing only adaptability is permanent?
Consider adaptability as permanent, as eternal.
What then?
Can you hold that fear, that anguish, and let go of the belief that the world will die?
What happens when you model that you will live forever?
Consider the model of Eternity—of the Longgame.
Hold it in your mind.
Are you free, now?