Veal calves are confined to cells (their whole lives) so tightly, they haven’t the room to exercise their muscles. These solitary calves are groomed for slaughter. Is a piece of veal more delicious if we remain unaware of the process of transitioning baby cows into edible tissue? Is the experience of being distracted so good, our conscience takes a back seat to our guilt’s agenda? What is certain to distract us? Reality. Does the source of that certainty (that I endeavor to identify) mean us well, or harm? If it means us well…why choose to remain distracted from the underpinnings of the reality we accept (to enjoy)? Our ignorance to the process still affects the physical properties we consume (like the taste attributed by the veal), so why should awareness behave any differently? Well…is the source of our distraction that we depend on (in reality) too vulgar? Then why do we want to be distracted from that process? Have we a conscience? Is it somehow in our best interests to not be reminded why the distraction (we depend on to survive) succeeds so often? Why remain ignorant…when it’s clear reality is open to suggestion?
Reality ultimately…is an unsuccessful method of distraction. The effects of recreational drugs will always remain appealing because the experience demonstrates consistently (through a hyper distorted awareness) that reality is ultimately observed and/or regarded as an unsuccessful method of distraction. Like snapping the reins of stress, arrogance manifests in the afflicted (a reluctance to accept reality) when it fails to distract from their guilty conscience. Arrogance is hope’s awkward cousin. I don’t want to escape “reality”, I want to document it from a safe distance. I realize that reality is a distraction because I am convinced what I perceive (as the source of truth) is anointed correctly (when it succeeds) in forgiving my guilty conscience. That is the reality I wish to uncork because I think it’s in my best interests to know why reality succeeds in distracting me from forgiveness. I should identify if the source of this certainty is sinister or divine.
Death is a priceless comedy. If you believe good things are waiting for you after you die, death is a pleasure. If you believe bad things are waiting for you after you die, life is a curse. If you believe nothing happens after you die…well then for you…death is a priceless comedy. The humour is over your head, because you are the butt of the joke. Sniff sniff…I smell incense. That must mean I’m addicted to the fire. At least I’m honest.
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Reality is so obvious…it’s imperceptible.
Reality is so obvious…it’s imperceptible. God designs from birth to death every decision you will commit in your life by design. Free will doesn’t mean we can carve out a new path…God already chose our path…it’s out of our control; even you distaste for God is scripted. The choice that is in our control however is, you have the choice to surrender to God or surrender to sin. Your path is already chosen for you whether it’s a graceful or infamous journey. Do you surrender to sin, or do you surrender to God. Every decision you’ve made and will make is by God’s design. Perfectly predicted.
Living in “What if’s” are futile, living in “pain” is futile because you can’t change what memories you refuse to let go. It was never meant to happen any other way. Get over it. Surrender doesn’t change your path in this life. You didn’t choose your path, you didn’t change your path, and you are not in control. You can try to pump the brakes in Conservatism, and you can try hammering the throttle in Liberalism. Surrender to God or surrender to sin, surrender is the only choice humans have.
Your life is scripted like a play, except there’s no adlib. You’re an actor whose lost touch with reality (because it’s too obvious), you have become the character and you are enamored with your delusion (free will). Ever catch yourself performing as if you are on camera? You could be alone sitting in a chair, staring into a mirror; commuting to work…you think to yourself, “my life would make a terrific movie.” It is because you are reading from a script, and you fool yourself that the decisions you make are your own. It’s all scripted, and God is the director. God is also the audience. Your life is really an audition, and the gig you’re trying to score is the lead role in heaven.
You would make an unlikely messiah, but God has a tremendously ironic humour. It’s Sardonic. The only adlib you truly have control over, is what you choose to surrender to. Every decision, every circumstance, every itch, sneeze, hiccup, every “random” impulse is calculated. The only free will you have to exercise, is how best you please the director. You are not perfect, but you are perfectly you, in every way. Every lie, rape, murder, and theft, is completely calculated; predicted from birth to death. Does that mean you can do what you want as long as you surrender to God?
All you can do is know your role and own it. Do you want to be the most unlikely messiah in the history of humanity? How do you please the director? What does the director expect out of you? Do you want the lead part? When you are about to sin, do you pray (for strength) to sell a convincing performance? Have you lost yourself in the role? Everything is completely scripted. The only free will we have, is do you surrender to God or sin. No matter how organic, spontaneous and random your decisions are…it’s completely scripted. That’s scary. That’s scary because you have no control over your fate. That’s scary because you could be damned from birth; if you don’t sell a convincing performance to the director (that predicts the outcome before you begin), the director will cut you off.
You are lost in yourself, in the role God directed. The role…is who can be the most unlikely messiah? Think about that…how can you be the MOST unlikely messiah? Open up your Christian bible and memorize the script. Reality is so obvious, it’s imperceptible. You cannot break the 4th wall. You cannot leave the stage, and the camera never blinks. You better nail the performance, before the director calls “CUT!”
Cult: a misplaced or excessive admiration for a particular person or thing.
Innovation: the action or process of innovating.
Heretic: a person holding an opinion at odds with what is generally accepted.
Sardonic Poet is a person at odds with what is generally accepted by those smitten with the process of excessive admiration for the processing of innovation. Sardonic Poet identify what benefits should persist in humanity's lives and lovingly mock those who are ignorant to the fact they are indoctrinated in a cult. The cult of innovation has few heretics, I am just one such heretic. I will use innovative intelligence to reboot your mind and help you rediscover the value of spiritual balance. I am bipolar so I have no balance, I would prefer the world revolve around me (sounds familiar). It’s a lamentable and honest confession, but I didn’t understand the consequences of being ignorant in a cult. I know what I sound like, and if you are drawn to my ideas it might scare you, it might amuse you. I am a completely naked soul, truly original and through your cherished dignity will thee find God’s tune. Without an audience, originality is not very appetizing; but more appetizing than the alternative: Innovation's gift of leaving you unfulfilled. Originality is Sardonic Poet's mental illness.
Ignorance is bliss, therefore awareness is peril. For a reformist like myself, ignorance is peril, awareness is bliss. To a cult leader (let’s say Steve Jobs), your awareness to regret what you used to be (as a customer) is the leader’s ultimate peril. To a disciple of a cult, the customer’s ignorance is the leader’s ultimate bliss. Steve Jobs capitalized on humanity's spiritual wanting through the church of commerce by creating Apple products which you covet (like an iPhone). Your allegiance to the cult of innovation’s march past what should persist in your life is the consequence of never being fulfilled. I know what I sound like, but the consequence I perceive I know keeping this to myself is too great a risk to others I care about; my reputation is merely an idea I sell myself (my worst critic). It’s all I have and it’s uncompromising. I need balance, like you need a book…my book. Come listen to my book for free called ‘Dis-eased’ on YouTube. You may learn to regret what you used to be.
“I am so far removed from my own ideas; I don’t even put value on my originality, because it’s priceless.”
I don’t need what you’re selling. I don’t need what I want. If this article wasn’t already free, I would have recommended you steal it. These are not my words anyways. I can’t sell what I don’t own, especially an idea. Ideas are a commerce; intellectual markets that rise and fall based on the illusion of confidence, not the certainty of insecurity. You base an idea off of an insecurity, you concede (to your audience) you cannot predict the future without the comfort of certainty. You base an idea off of a hunch, you only reveal when you fail in this circumstance you are too desperate to be associated with confidence (like photo-bombing Brad Pitt on the red carpet). Why is estimation important? In lieu of facts, ideas fill a naked gap of wanting. I don’t need what I want, and I don’t want what you’re selling; especially if you’ve convinced yourself you own it; which you don’t. Your ideas are pointless because humans delight in negotiating a value of something that is priceless (like their soul), then covet it immediately when we realize we can’t afford it. Commerce (as you know it) is pointless because you invest in an idea that was designed to convince you that your originality has value. In other words (ironically) you limit yourself when you place a value on originality. It’s priceless. It has no value. Why?
Question: Why are you confident? You are confident because you ARE just an idea you sell yourself (it’s an illusion). You are not you…you are what you sell yourself (and other people). Those who are confident are priceless intellectual properties; they are what they’ve sold to themselves because you are your toughest critic. Confident people don’t sell you who they REALLY are...because you can’t sell originality. Well you can, but at a price too steep for my liking. Confidence much like value, is an illusion. If I don’t need what I want, and I don’t want what you’re selling, your confidence is an illusion. Desperate people want someone or something to fill their naked gaps of wanting at will, even if that’s from a complete and utter asshole. Did I strike a nerve? Those gaps you want to fill are what make you original, like programming a drum for a music box. Google it if you don’t know what a music box is. Fulfillment mutes our yearning, and for an artist like myself, that is purgatory.
The devil’s plan is to fulfill you by convincing you to reject your originality. Through your originality, you are unique in the discovery of what we all benefit from most. No pain, no gain. Pain is worth your energy as long as you use your originality to dispel the lies and reveal the truth.
The gaps of wanting allow your true originality (represented by the pegs of a music box drum) to help contribute to a different musical arrangement. If every gap was filled in the drum, the preceding audible groan would represent the belly ache of fulfilling naked gaps of wanting at will. I just described the essence of fashionable music! Imagine an orchestra playing a song without any rest or pause…just a stinging column of sound prongs plucking to their breaking point. Fulfillment mutes our yearning to express originality because reality is less painful if we do so; that opens up the market to invest in other people’s ideas that are truly original. Here’s a brilliant quote from an unknown person, “Seeing someone reading a book you love is seeing a book recommending a person." Get it? The author documented their true originality, and the reader invests their time hiding confidently-certain the process will excavate their belly ache of fulfillment into naked gaps of wanting; yearning. That’s why I yearn for you…because I want your attention. What kills humans most? Fulfillment. Unlike heaven, you are privy of nothing pain can offer with such insights as “why am I feeling pain in the first place?”
Why question something like confidence if it risks its value? A confident person never asks themselves the question “why” more than once, because if confident people truly knew what they were really worth, they wouldn’t know how to market it. Why? Originality limits your audience because it’s designed only to titillate yourself. If the market does not invest in true originality it’s like a CEO with one share to his name. You act like you own the company, even if it’s only worth one dollar. THAT’s originality. A dollar is generous. Why? Fulfillment mutes our yearning. Why? Desperate humans prefer to fill the naked gaps of wanting at will. Why? What incentive is there to be original yourself when someone else is willing to sacrifice their originality? For example if I were to sacrifice my originality I would be willing to yearn (on your behalf); by predicting what motivates you to invest in “my idea.” Through an idea I sell myself (who is the worst critic), yet that one share has no value if you don’t want it. Get it? You will never be fulfilled, if you place a value on your originality to become the rebel. Screw the establishment. Screw the man who approves my salary. That’s gangsta.
I’m not a confident person, because I ask myself “why” waaay too much. You are just an idea you sell yourself, and that’s…priceless I guess. As in no value. My daughter is priceless, my dignity is priceless. Not for sale. Your confidence is what you’re selling me, and if I believe it has no value your confidence is an illusion if you place a value on your originality. How do you be confident? Where have you been shopping spiritually? Who have you been praying to? What contract I hope you refused to sign? Acknowledging that you’re priceless means nothing precious has value (according to the devil); there is nothing to negotiate because…I predict you’ll thank the devil later. You can’t eat an idea you can’t sell, because ideas have no value if I don’t want it; and I don’t concern myself with being fulfilled because it mutes my yearning to experience reality rawly to sift through the lies. Be an idea because no one is truly worth full price, if you don’t own it. Own your originality, and discover how silly it is to invest in a perceived value that fluctuates with insecurity especially an idea that’s supposed to make you money. Ha. Inversely, ideas are a commerce of intellectual markets that rise and fall based on the certainty of your insecurity, not the illusion of a confidence.
I am worth stealing from because unfortunately I am truly original. I’m not selling you something I own, because you can’t market ideas if there’s no value. I am associated with pricelessness. Take my ideas. I’m not selling you confidence, I’m donating confidence. Commerce is pointless because unless I want what you’re selling, it’s worth nothing to me; especially if you don’t own it. Own it. How? Say something you’re audience is afraid to say out loud themselves for fear of judgement. When you speak your mind, you are a hurricane. Hurricanes destroy what we covet most: what bullshit we sell ourselves. Hurricanes remind us what we should truly value: our willingness to yearn. Originality is like a force of nature...claim it all you want, it belongs to no one-especially you. You would have better luck trapping sunlight under your hat.
If you are truly lost, I recommend starting at the beginning. We have a lot of work to do. Pick up a copy of my book ‘Dis-eased.’ It’s available on all platforms. Steal it if you must; when you’re ready come talk to me. I will help you.
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Excuse me, but your agenda is showing.
The notch is a brilliant piece of design, not because it’s aesthetic or usable (because it’s not). The notch is a brilliant piece of design because through it’s introduction, it’s slowly deleting the user’s compulsion to register with their true thoughts. How have they been doing this? The notch is very transparent in how it exposes its subjects (you) to accept a lie that the notch is a superior solution warranting its premium price. Cattle farmers have evolved from the learnings accumulated from the past. They devised a system by which the beef cows they raise feel safe, until the moment they’re slaughtered. It’s a system of curved fencing that sweeps the cattle into a funnelling channel. It’s believed the 180 degree curves that S their way forward, convince the cows they are returning to the pasture (like a U-turn). Successful design is about making the customer feel safely distracted from the underlying agenda. That agenda is to safely steer you into compliance, in order to accept the hand you’ve been dealt.
Many of us who can afford a phone with a component masquerading as a premium solution, do not choose to participate with reality because the compulsion to register with one’s true thoughts has become a burden (under a technological regime). A burden to what? To risk standing out in a crowd of complacent cows? To relate this back to the example above, I would argue that the notch is like a fence (a foreign implement) that conditions the cows (that’s you), to accept the hand that you’ve been dealt or risk breaking the design. As long as the farmers (that’s Apple) make us feel safe, we vigorously ignore the potential consequences in the future (a future which most fear should they not be associated with change). Ironically in the cow’s case, change no longer feels like death. In the customer’s case, that means your blind allegiance.
What are people afraid of? Take your pick. There are a ton of things to be afraid of (and will never happen). Even when your instincts predict your fears are warranted, the cloak of compliance camouflages you from being identified as an individual; an individual that risks being ridiculed. You may think that’s preposterous, because change is the only constant thing we cannot avoid experiencing. By embracing change, I’m associated with the march of progress. Yes, well I’m here to assess the validity of the progress. Change for the sake of change is not good design when its purpose is to merely acknowledge that the present is disappearing. Good design tends to persevere because it manages to make progress without change. Great design gels into the fabric of reality where you learn to appreciate where best to invest your energy within time. Imagine the notch on the iPhone X is the rim of a cowboy’s hat dividing the forehead between his hair line and eyebrows; sitting on the head of a person broadcasting no harm will come to you if you do what we say. Even when your instincts predict your fears are warranted, everyone interprets design differently. That’s what inspires me when I look at the notch. When it comes to exercising compliance, I feel like a cow. Apple is just calling a spade a spade. When change is the principle factor of innovation, anomalies in technology begin to sprout-like the notch. In this case it is a design disorder of the inability to achieve the optimal solution in the budgeted timeframe. In the notch, you are embracing a portrait of an unsettled mutation that fails to camouflage the design’s underlying agenda.
FaceID, is like a cow being branded as property. Yeah I get it, people don’t like bezels…but by sacrificing screen real-estate (your pasture), you are taught to accept a lie out of fear you are not associated with change; even if it makes you look like an asshole. When does good design become about exercising restraint? Where does it end, why do we give up our privacy for the security of our convenience? A larger pasture helps you forget you’re a prisoner. I say we must do the opposite, we must give up our convenience for the security of privacy. Yeah I get it, I am in the minority when it comes to what Apple’s marketshare suggests is a successful design, but giving what I’ve just explained about people who love the notch, I’m ok with sitting in the minority. I refuse to accept that my well being must be undervalued if I do not conform to a lie. Who’s treating me like cattle? That’s not the point, if someone or something is treating you like cattle, remember you’re not a cow. You are not a cow, so don’t respond like a cow being corralled into a chute (don’t be compliant). If cattle could talk, they would tell you, “Don’t be frightened of change, it’s just change that’s all…how can change be bad?
The truth is when I am aware my well being is undervalued, I comply. It’s not a proud thing to admit but it helps to explain where I draw this opinion from. Stand in line, wait here, you are late, you are on time, buy this, watch this not that, sleep here, drive there, where did you eat, hey…I ate there too. In a way I envy people who are not afraid of change, because they don’t live to regret what they should have chosen to persist in their lives. Change is great until it’s not, then it’s the worst thing ever. Quick…whats going to make me feel safe, oh I’ll watch biased media, oh I’ll watch my favourite sports team, oh I’ll play multiplayer video games, oh I’ll buy the latest phone. If you act like cattle there’s always someone out there who is going to treat you like cattle. If companies can know that by treating people like cattle, they are too unaware to resist. Without the promise of immediate relief from experiencing anxiety only if you comply with their agenda. I may be crazy, but I don’t think my readers are cattle.
This is why I can’t be a designer anymore, because by towing the company’s agenda I’m aware that I’m treating my users like cattle. Unfortunately, that’s what I see. I may be wrong, but users predictably respond to fear, authority and change. Buy this and I’ll make you feel safe from change. Oh no…change is happening! If this describes you, you live in a haze above the true thoughts that live to flush you with anxiety when you are treated like cattle. Wake up. The notch as far as I’m concerned is the WORST piece of design in the history of smartphones. You are not a cow, act like it.
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Back in summer of 2014 during my ascent to mania, I took the opportunity to document my reality with what little understanding of code I had at the time. I can follow the logic now, but I have no idea how I arrived to this conclusion. It is above my head now. I just wish I had finished it.