Foreplay

Please allow me to tell the tale of the story of stories again: the tale of the adventures of literature through the own activity, the adventures of ideas they inspired. I aim to speak of the glory of reading and writing, and it's incredible potential to transform human experience - potential realized through the activities of billions of inspired lives. The story of story is the story to which history speaks: of the lies of stories among themselves, and so a conversation among us.

Let my claim stand as timeless that philosophical activity is the true timeless source of goodness, to try to understand is divine, and speaks to the divinity of understanding as ultimately elevating. Philosophy is my religion, not a "these philosophers" but the whole of it, the largest expanse of it's undertaking. This glorifies the philosophical undertakings of the most unread person as being worthy of incredible merit, and for the unread tries to inspire towards greater understanding. Writing is the greatest art and technology every created, and I will prove it by describing the greatest technology of artistic writing I can imagine, while demonstrating it.

This is a difficult task, namely because I'm a mid-wit tier writer. To demonstrate that I know how to "write" on a deeper meaning of "writing," an ability of self-authorship, I will need to be able to describe and clarify what matters of authorship and creative attribution mean in the most abstract senses. With this, we arrive at the true subject of this meandering, wild work of philosophical art-poetry: creativity itself, and the clarification of it.

Thankfully I have found a co-partner to help in my attempt to clarify the nature of creativity: Alfred North Whitehead, the philosopher of creativity. My meeting with him, and my conversations with him has been the most beautiful philosophical romances I have experienced - and I have had quite a few romances, being a slut who loves to be intellectually inseminated by as many rich dicks as she can. THIS gold-digger knows that the richest men are the smartest, and so by perverse sexual attraction to smart men and to be impregnated by their essence of smartness I sought to learn from them with the most erotic passion. What better tail for /lit/ than the tale of a weird girl who starts her adventure by being hot4teacher?

Those who know how powerful sexual desire is, and the lengths it will take people, can understand how literal erotic love of philosophy could take a girl to the most extremes she could take it. My philosophy is fueled entirely by sex, and so this story is also an absurd mating call from a female philosopher towards potential mates, with the desire to create the greatest philosophical perversion in the history of philosophy. Smart men are going to think I am so attractive, really the most attractive girl in the world. Did you know that there is a contest among such bitches, who aspire to be the best bitch in the world? The top bitches seek to make themselves attractive on an ontological level. Now there is the power of not just sexual desire, but sexual competition behind this. What better description of /lit,/ of 4chan, and the entire internet than a massive contest of assholes trying to prove they are the smartest person in the world? Indeed, the history of politics? Now this fucktrain has the power of political interest behind it, in addition to sexual competition.

So apparently to hold you impatient fuck's attention for more than 2 seconds I need to make at least some "dank meme" name to reference my philosophy. Thankfully there is one that is also somewhat accurate on the same terms: self-accelerating accelerationism, or sl/acc. The praxis it imagines is recursively self-improving mutual improvement. This can also be imagined as a memetic hyper-accelerator, with the word "memetic" replaceable with "creative." The moment of philosophical perversion it imagines is a memetic singularity: an explosion of human creativity in every activity, a hyper-enrichening of experience from effective self and co-creative activities. This is metaphysical bootstrapping, a lone girl trying to launch herself to the andromeda galaxy merely by farting - using the expulsions of her body's meatsacks, that ultimately become words. Can I catalyze a transformative philosophical event myself? Surely there must be others attempting to do such a thing, or will in fact discover that such a potentiality isn't just possible, but necessary for the continuation of human life on Earth.

I am a general in the war on human stupidity, the war on human self-destruction by sole cause of it's own stupidity. The playful little hentai girl I described is only in the bedroom. I am trying to do what I do because I have experienced incredible value in all engagements with the world around me, I love the world more than anything, more than my own satisfaction, more than life. I have been traumatized by the endless horrors that human stupidity has caused. I have been a victim of it myself. I seek to fight against the stupidity that tolerates abuse, that justifies the devaluation and destruction of life and meaning. I have a razor-sharp seriousness in my ethical intentions. I claim the will to know as holy as it satisfies to will to live and love. I surrender my will to play to the will to love, if I love the world as I have experienced than I must act with loving responsibility to the value I have experienced, and this means fighting for the continuation of human life on Earth, which is massively threatened. My goal isn't to play or perform, it is to fight against humanity's worst horrors. My only imperative is to avoid all imperatives, but to achieve such an imperative I must do what is unavoidable: save the world. I want to fight for this cause with the champions of philosophy that I know are emerging with me, that we are destined to find each other and work as a team to figure out how to... translate what can only be called a message from life itself about what it is truly about. Humanity is right on the verge of the greatest scientific and philosophical discovery of all time, and when it hits the world it will be weirder than anyone can imagine. So weird, that the only metaphorical situation that can describe it is the arrival of hyper-advance space aliens on Earth. These "aliens" are human aliens of hyper-advanced self-creative science.

I honestly find all the competitive bullshit completely boring and stupid, all I want to do is just have fun with other people together. The problem is that I get bored easily, so I find something that is new to me so I can explore freshness again. I'm literally addicted to the pleasure of figuring things out - once I figure them out I get quickly bored of repetition. Before I talk about Whitehead, or Eris, I need to talk about Aminom, the master of holographic origami.

How I Became A Reified Integral