Cool

I just think

You guys are really cool. Yeah that’s it, you’re really cool. Like I don’t go on social media often, but when I do, every time I do a little scroll, I’m just like y’all are so cool. Like you guys should be in writers' rooms.

Of course not everything you love, that brings you joy, needs to be paid, of course of course just play you need to just play. But I hope you realise what it is you are doing.

I hear so many complaints about social media and a lot of them have merit. I get it. There are plenty of people who have not quite figured out that acting in your best interest is acting in their own. There are plenty of people in varying positions of power conceiving new platforms out of service and then moving on to act in their distinct best interest (that they identify as separate from yours) from that point onward. I understand. I get it. This is absolutely crystal clear. And yet, every time I get on here I just think you guys are so smart. You’re so intelligent. You’re so brilliant. And you’re often so casually entertaining. It’s amazing. Absolutely amazing to witness.

A lot of you do in minutes what used to be done in hours of collaboration. Between classes. Before you go to bed. You just do things. Like it’s nothing.

And this isn’t to undermine the skills of anyone who’s done anything before you. This isn’t to say they were doing less. This is to say there is an inferiority complex being embedded in you that is absolutely without merit. It does not make sense. It does not seek sense. It does not have sense. You do a lot. Always.

I used to be perplexed by certain fascinations with science fiction. Perplexed to the point of laughter. Science fiction, fantastical action, scientific realism, etc.

You know that common theme of some sort of drive, some kind of hardware, some sort of precious material or stone that must be kept from the hands of “bad guys”? It is too powerful, it does too much to just be put in the hands of anyone? It must be protected and watched carefully at all costs? It’s capable of birthing new worlds. It’s also capable of complete and utter destruction. It’s simply a matter of how you use it...

I was perplexed to the point of laughter at the thought that millions (billions?) of people would go watch these stories about these precious stones, some precious hardware, being fought over and toyed with while absolutely unaware of the “hardware” they were casually walking around with in their skulls. The irony always got me. I couldn’t get past it.

And in this, I am not judging any media consumption. I am not judging a desire to just stop thinking and make everything simple and be entertained for an hour or two. Not only do I believe this is a necessary ritual for your maintenance, but I myself start “binging” Hallmark Christmas movies and the like by mid-August. I am not judging your media consumption. If this is you, with a fascination around science fiction, fantastical action, scientific realism, etc., I am not judging you. I wouldn't. I couldn't.

What I am saying, though, is if you like what you've seen on that screen, wait until I tell you about that little thing in your head. That same one you casually wake up and go to bed with every single day for decades. Just wait until you learn what is sitting in your head. Every second of every day.

These writers are telling stories. They are telling stories about you. It is all derivative of humans and it is all derivative of you. Made in the image of, but will never be.

Your hardware is irreplaceable. It is absolutely invaluable. That thing you are in possession of just because you exist is absolutely priceless. Your "value" in the world is inherent. Worthless? Please. There is no such thing. The potential for that little thing you've got is too infinite to be measured, although we'll likely never stop trying. Collectively, we won't stop trying because it matters that you know what you are. It matters that you know what you are capable of. It matters that you know what you do. The endless fields of research don't just exist for no reason. It is important that you know what you do.

I think you deserve to know what you do. You should know what you are capable of. You should know what you are. You don't need all the details, but fundamentally, you should know what you are. You deserve to know what you are.

There are people who have an idea of what you are. Some vague idea. It may not be perfect, but that doesn't matter so much if their idea is a little clearer than yours. If they know what you're capable of. If they know, only a little more than you, what it is that you do. It is too powerful, it does too much to just be put in the hands of anyone. It must be protected and watched carefully at all costs. It is capable of birthing new worlds. It is also capable of complete and utter destruction. It is simply a matter of how you use it. Priceless. Inherently desirable. What you have is always wanted. If you don't recognise its worth, someone else will. It's far too valuable to be "wasted". Its value is obvious. To very many. Someone will always see its use. What happens when you make an army? Americans, what happens, exactly, when you stack infinite potential on infinite potential, and you do this by the thousands, by the millions, and then you hand this stack to just anyone? What will it do? Tell me what it is capable of. Your value is inherent. If you don't see it, someone else will. Negged into submission by the thousands. By the millions. By the billions. They are telling stories, and the stories are about you.

Anyway, you're really cool. Remember that.

[Circa 11:15-13:08:26 14 feb 2025.]