The Portland Tribune as a Hyperinfinite Set

I get informed that the Portland Tribune changed the cover pic; very impressive shit. Apart from that I have, among others, The Boston Globe, the Los Angeles Times, the Chicago Tribune, the Sudan Tribune andNKNews – North Korea News in my news feed, but, as a recognize, no newspapers from my own country or the German speaking world in general; alas, I don´t use to read newspapers at all anymore since some time; I also have not read any books the last time; maybe, when I reach the omega level, I also won´t read books anymore; that will feel good. I wonder if, then, I will be entirely disconnected from the man´s world or super/omni-connected; but I guess that´s just the two sides of the same medal, maybe the medal will then become more multidimensional or Calabi-Yau space-like; at the infinity level it may become infinite dimensional; mathematicians who´re into set theory are discussing whether there are hyperinfinite sets; according to Gödel´s incompleteness theorem it may be neither provable nor disprovable whether hyperinfinite sets actually exist, at least certain mathematical objects like knots can easier be conceptualised under the assumption that hyperinfinite sets do exist; that´s the incompleteness theorem in action and that seems to be the sense of the incompleteness theorem; there are also some mathematicians who think there is no infinity but a very large number n where n+1 again equals 1; when I reach the hyperinfinite level I will have figured everything about that out; that will feel good.

 portlandtribune

Beyond Good and Evil

Me, of course, I don’t. It is the good which is endlessly complex, endlessly attractive and endlessly fascinating. People use to find evil interesting because they are glueless and not fascinating themselves. The good is the heavens while the evil is, at best, a rusty sorry piece of metal, useless, Lucy in the sky without diamonds. Evil might be labyrinth-like but is not complex nor interesting. Death to false metal.

goodevil

#postscript #christmas

It is approaching Christmas and that is the time when the deviants on Facebook, the dangerous minds, share those pics of Hitler at a Nazi Christmas party, therefore I feel somehow reluctant to share them as well (also I think I have shared them yesteryear); the deviants, the dangerous minds, like the high IQ intellectuals, are a very small minority on Facebook, oases in the desert, but I don´t feel at ease with going conformist with the deviants, with their herd mentality; this is strange since actually I feel no pronounced desire to be deviant or even an obstinate desire to express individuality CRASH! – this whole chain of thought crashes down, multiple stories, to the hardly visible ground of it all, the Geistestiefen; I don´t seem to know myself very well, but out there in the depths, 268 stories below, thoughs get together again and move up, I remember, I am more an Enneagram type 5 than 4, therefore I don´t seem to be reluctant on this for PERSONAL but for INTELLECTUAL reasons, now the intellect tells me my reluctance is, in fact, overly meaningless; now this meaninglessness forms a cabin, a shelter, a home for me, it is dark in there, but a ray of white light breaks in and illuminates the scenery to 28 percent, now the whole thing forms a sort of an arrow, it gets ejected out of this and is shot into infinity, respectively beyond the cosmic horizon, beyond the edge of the visible universe, that is where I use to dwell and play my solitary games, because of the twisted geometry that lies within the mind, future generations will understand, they will spot it, my games, as a quasar; at the core of a quasar lies a supermassive black hole – yeah!, welcome home, I understand my position.