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2012.03.19 16:28 IamGrimm Murder, She Wrote
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2023.05.29 17:11 peli-lovin-potato Had one of the happiest and most wholesome dreams of my life and i wanted to share it :)
(Not sure if this is the right sub for this, but here goes). For some context, i suffer from insomnia and even when i do manage to fall asleep, a lot of the times it's just vast nothingness or quite frequently i have fairly terrifying dreams about apocalypses, murders, monsters etc. It's actually because of this that i have come to fear falling asleep altogether (it's the nothingness that frightens me more than the nightmares).
However, yesterday night, I just had the absolute happiest dream I've had in as long as i can remember. It felt like a fairly short dream and was very simple - it was me in a relationship. That's it. It was just me walking down a sun drenched road hand in hand with my partner. And in the dream I knew it was a happy, healthy relationship and i had the feeling of being loved and being in love and it was wonderful! Even the colours in the dream were extra saturated.
I can't exactly remember who it was in my dream, but i think that it was someone from my college class that i think is kinda cute lol. Either way, shoutout to that dude for the happy dream.
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2023.05.29 17:11 BitFlipli Zentask: From $600 MRR to $0, From Premium Service to Free Service - Will it Survive?
Hey SaaS enthusiasts, here's the story of our 2-month-old startup, Zentask, and how we pivoted our business model following a challenging first month.
Initially, Zentask gained popularity on Product Hunt, ranking as the top 2 product of the day. Our original concept was an AI prompt marketplace where prompt engineers could monetize their work. For each use of their prompts, they would receive payment. Think of it as Spotify for GPT Prompts!
We arrived at this idea after noticing individuals selling prompt collections on marketplaces for $3. We wondered why anyone would do that, as the value of a prompt would diminish to zero after its first sale due to exposure. Consequently, we determined that it would be a wise decision to conceal the prompt from customers on the backend, so they stay private. This way, a prompt engineer could potentially sell their prompt an infinite number of times.
To attract users, we provided 20 free credits for them to test our service. However, our $20/month credit-based subscription model faced some hurdles. We thought that it will be okay to sell more credits so the users could use the best quality prompts. Users were hesitant to utilize the service, fearing they would exhaust their credits. Despite our emphasis on prompt engineers, we couldn't draw them or their followers to our platform.
With only $600 MRR in the first month and high churn rates, we restructured our business model, UX, and positioning. Zentask now offers a free service with GPT3.5 and stable diffusion for images, catering to text-related needs like analysis, rewriting, and writing, etc. Our revenue is generated through the $30 PRO account, granting access to GPT4, improved stable diffusion, and ZenSpaces - our feature to organize prompts / prompt collections. We plan to introduce more premium features this summer.
We launched this revamped version a few days ago and are advertising on Google and Twitter. Although no new subscriptions have come in yet, we're eager to hear your thoughts. Can Zentask survive and thrive in this highly competitive market? Share your insights and suggestions!
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2023.05.29 17:10 CT_Phipps Tronick by Rosie Record - Fantastic dystopian scifi. Not YA. 4.5/5
TRONICK by Rosie Record is a cyberpunk novel that attracted me by its cover. They say you can’t judge a book by its cover but I feel like the Claire Redfield-esque biker girl picture is full of personality that drips out of the image. You can tell a lot about who Fiona Tronick is by this image and it inspired me to pick up the book. Was it worth it? Oh yes, definitely, though I would love to have a sequel in order to answer some of its mysteries.
The premise is that California is isolated from the rest of the world by the massive wall that covers the entirety of the country. It apparently covers much of the ocean around it as well, calling into question whether or not this is a Matrix-like simulation or perhaps Dark City experiment. The people inside, generation PW 1.6 don’t know and don’t really care as they’re too wrapped up in their own problems.
Fiona exists in the border between the street as well as the rich and powerful. While she pretends to be a low-level drug dealer, she’s actually an agent for the Agency. The Agency is a secret police that manages not only law enforcement in the California Annex but virtually everything else as well. Fiona thinks of herself as a rebel and one of the people but she’s involved in numerous projects to keep the crooked system functioning.
Ultimately, Tronick’s fence-sitting is unsustainable. As much as she likes to think she can walk the line and just hang out with the underworld as her friends, the simple fact is she is part of the system. A system that considers her friends to be enemies of the state and is using Tronick to get to them. The fact Tronick is blind to this fact is a bit unbelievable but the book shows she suffers from serious self-denial.
I really like the world-building of this book as we see the kind of hard scrabble existence that the California Annex’s citizens suffer through. Many of them are seeking something higher, whether religious or philosophical, but this just leads them to become vulnerable to scammers. The fact the Agency actively puts out bad faith operators to avoid losing even the slightest bit of control is a neat little detail.
Rosie Record’s prose is raw, dark, and full of intense emotions that are often absent from modern day cyberpunk stories as well as supposedly harder edged sci-fi. You get to taste the environment and what sort of world that our protagonists inhabit. The Annex’s inhabitants are surrounded by drugs, celebrity worship, crime, and an oppressive government. So, you know, nothing at all like modern day Los Angeles.
I think if you like dystopian science fiction but have aged out of The Hunger Games and Divergent readership, then you will like this. It’s definitely adult and mature but has a very likable protagonist even if she’s got some serious issues. I also think this is something that would appeal to fans of classic and more recent cyberpunk fair too.
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2023.05.29 17:10 dratulkasliwal Dr. Atul Kasliwal: A Leading Heart Specialist in Jaipur
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2023.05.29 17:10 -Blazar Sears Citi thankyou card upgradable?
Can the Sears Citi with thankyou points card (no longer offered) be upgraded to a Citi custom cash card? I was reading it's possible with other co-branded Citi cards, but I can't find anything in particular about this one.
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2023.05.29 17:09 Imaginary-Zebra-3589 Complete English translation of the Aniara sequel book by Harry Martinson called Doriderna
Hi everyone! This is a complete English translation of the Aniara sequel book by Harry Martinson called Doriderna that was put together after the author died. This translation was put together using various translation programs that can be found online, so I can't guarantee that it is a perfect translation, but it's better than nothing. I will also post the original in Swedish so you can improve the translation or look up words etc. if you want. Hope you enjoy!
I would also like to let everyone know that I am also working on my own Aniara fan fiction short story that I call "The Lost Voices of Aniara". This story tells about the events aboard the Aniara from the view point of another passenger and attempts to add more details to the story. It should be ready in the next week or two.
The Dorides (Doriderna)
Remaining poems and prose pieces in selection and with preface by Tord Hall Albert Bonniers Förlag
For reasons I will not go into here, Harry Martinson did not publish any new work in the last years of his life. There is therefore a very large literary legacy, the publication of which began in the fall of 1978 with "Längs ekots stigar" (Along the paths of the echo), published by Georg Svensson. This collection contains only a few purely scientific poems - the emphasis is on nature poetry. The selection was made from unpublished material - which had nevertheless reached the proof stage - in three previous collections.
It remains to address other lines of thought in Harry Martinson's work: the ideas in Aniara, which in various forms occupied his imagination until the end. To follow the continuation of this great theme - at least in part - is what I am trying to do in this second selection from the surviving archive.
The 103 songs in Aniara were part of a larger set of poems, and the author then worked for several years on a sequel, to be called 'The Dorids', the people of the tribe of Doris. Around 1959 there were about 80 songs - most of them in more or less completed drafts. The dominant figure in the Dorids would not be Isagel or the Mimarobe, but Nobia, the Samaritan from the tundra planet and deportation site of Mars. Nobia would be a norna (fate goddess), though not a cruel goddess of fate, but a norna who weaves goodness into the fabric of the world.
But the whole project remained a large-scale endeavor. The reasons were many: illness, world events, which seemed to be moving towards a fulfillment of the prophecies in Aniara, and which gave him an increasingly dark view of life: he told me that "Aniara has become a neurosis" ... I feel like Mima being blown apart'. But the decisive reason was surely his demand for absolute freedom in his creativity. He did not want to be confined, and the result was, as he himself said, 'I have stepped out of Aniara'.
The fact that Harry Martinson stepped out of Aniara, and thus also out of the Dorides, does not at all mean that he left the motifs or ideas found there, which cover the scientific field from atoms to stars. Rather, it means that he was able to write without direct connection to the characters of Aniara and the Dorides in particular.
I have therefore considered it justified to call this entire collection the Dorides, even though the prose pieces and several poems do not have a clearly visible connection with such a title.
In order to comment briefly on the selection, I would like to say a few words about Harry Martinson's attitude towards modern science (it is my intention to return to this subject in more detail).
There are two main lines. One is deterministic, and has its roots in classical physics, founded by Newton, which dominated until the end of the 19th century. It has a philosophical form in the law of causation, which means that if you know enough facts about a certain course of events in the present and in the past, you can precisely specify the course of events in the future. Examples of such events in the 'big world' - the macrocosm - are solar and lunar eclipses.
But in the world of atoms - the microcosm - this determinism does not apply. Heisenberg demonstrated this through his uncertainty relation, also known as the indeterminacy principle. In the atoms, individual events are indeterminate, we cannot discern any causality - there is randomness. But chance can be mastered by the methods of statistics, and we must content ourselves with a "statistical causality", which describes the course of events in the atom with the highest possible degree of probability.
It is this second, indeterministic line that has long been followed by most physicists. But there is one major exception, and that is Einstein. At the 1927 meeting of physicists in Brussels, for example, he asked Bohr, Heisenberg and others with mild irony whether they really believed that God plays dice - "ob der liebe Gott würfelt". Einstein was convinced that the universe follows an ordering principle, a geometric structure, which can be called a world soul. This is a pantheistic view that is reminiscent of Spinoza.
Similar ideas are already present in Aniara, but in this selection the picture has become more sharply defined. Harry Martinson does not believe that chance plays a decisive role in the course of the world, as is clear from several poems and prose pieces. He believes more in Einstein than in dozens of other Nobel Prize winners. Apart from these authorities, he follows his intuition.
His approach to religion has often been quoted: he chooses the Riddler over the God. This belief is reflected in 'The Riddle'. In 'Poems on Light and Darkness', published in 1971, Harry Martinson, with 'The Inner Light' and 'The Bird in the Phoenix Bell', presents the events inside the atom itself. These poems show that - although 'Aniara' and 'The Dorides' are more about stars than atoms - he never lost his interest in the microcosm. In this selection, it is the atoms that are more interesting than the stars.
The bard enters the atom. He describes the course of events in a world which is completely beyond our senses and which, despite the enormous aids of science, we will probably never be able to understand exactly. The story itself probably comes from Gamow's book "Mr. Tompkins Explores the Atom". Published in Swedish translation in 1946, it is, along with "Mr. Tompkins in Wonderland" (also 1946), the versatile Gamow's best popular science books. Harry Martinson rated them highly.
The two poems 'Submerged as in a dream but still awake' and 'Actually, the comprehensibility was slight' depict a journey of thought into the atom, and the same motif recurs in several other places.
The poem "A Cosmic Thickness Lying Boundlessly Spread" poetically depicts a world development related to the hypothesis of the "stationary universe" put forward by Hoyle and others, and to Klein-Alfvén's "symmetrical cosmology". For several reasons - mainly aesthetic - Harry Martinson did not like the theory of 'the big bang', which was celebrated by most scientists. His poem should have been written quite a long time ago, and perhaps he would have changed his mind if he had been given the opportunity to understand what the "cosmic background radiation" - with a temperature of about 3 degrees above absolute zero - means for the credibility of "The big bang". It took natural scientists some time to become convinced that this radiation can best be interpreted as a fading glow after an unimaginable cosmic explosion some 18 billion years ago.
This selection also contains several pieces of prose, which in general do not need any comment. But I would like to mention a few. For "The Figuration Patterns of the Goddancer's Juggling Program", in three sections, there is a drawing by Harry Martinson, reproduced on the cover of this collection. The spread comes from Hindu philosophy: we see 'Siwa's juggling dance before Brama'. The dominant curves are so-called lemniscates, which were already known to the ancient Greeks. The lemniscate looks like an eight and is the mathematical symbol for infinity. It is defined as the trajectory of a point under the condition that the product of its distances to two given points is constant. In the center of the drawing there are several small curves. They are ellipses, and an ellipse - also first studied by the Greeks - is defined as the trajectory of a point under the condition that the sum of its distances to two given points is constant. The result is a geometric pattern, similar to a flower, which at the same time provides a poetic image of the complex interplay of forces in the atom with outward and inward energy impulses The juggler finds it increasingly difficult to work with his ball-particles as he progresses through the periodic table of the elements. In the end, he "dances the spectral theme in the dance of the Phoenix" - a symbol of the indestructibility of both energy and poetry, and a recurring motif in Martinson's poetry.
"Delsaga om tidens ariadnetråd" (Part of the saga of the Ariadne thread of time) is almost a fantasy about four-dimensional space, where you have to be careful not to get on the wrong track. The selection of prose pieces ends with "Some fairies dancing in the summer night near a quiet lake". It is a cheerful tale where the author combines a love of the Swedish summer with a love of light.
I made this selection at the direct request of Harry. He even said several times that I should have all his scientific poems and prose pieces. But I think I judged this offer correctly when I saw it as an expression of his great generosity towards his friends. I always replied that he himself should complete and select what was to be published. But in his last years he did not want to publish anything. I therefore promised to make a selection if he did not change his mind.
He did not, and this collection is the result.
Finally, I would like to thank Ingrid Martinson and Georg Svensson for the understanding and assistance they have given me in bringing this selection to fruition.
The Dorides (Doriderna)
The book you hold was written in Mima's hall.
Now, on a secret wavelength, it is sent home to you, my friend, who for some years inhabits a spherical beach called the Valley of Doris.
In other words, it was written so close to your own being that nothing could be closer to you than those described here. You are one of them.
Over the graves, the indifferent wind spreads
the whisper of the immortal gods
that no loss is foreseen in the grand scheme of things.
But what do the gods - those wasteful billionaires of the heavens - know about the beautiful and wonderful Doris?
how she was worth saving forever
and that whoever loved her
can never be comforted by the gods' continued waste.
About her a bird sings now alone in the tree of the grave. Of her as she was, the glorious one, if no other, the Dorides' thrush sings.
The window was full of stars,
The Leonids' swarm of stars came, then you know the time.
Autumn was gone, its yellowing burnt.
The lookout tower, closed on the wooded mountains.
I stood as a child of a time that saw the stars detach from the roofs towards a room where novas frightened a more distant valley, I found other myths than those I was used to picking hurled at me from the space of the Leonids.
I stood in the cathedral of fear of dreams.
The great copper woman who lay there with her back soldered to the lid of the sarcophagus drove horror into me, cast my foot with lead.
That the copper woman knew who I was, I immediately sensed as a deadly weight, and that I had been summoned here by herself, by the queen of copper, of that I was certain.
In empty benches sat forgotten years, from the emptiness of the auditorium the organ pipes shone like stalactites in the vault of a cave and there was nothing, no light, no hint that gathered my crumbling courage.
For everything was fulfilled as it was written in stone once when the water abandoned the green and it was said that man will go away and become the dead slave of the dead dust.
And as I stood there gripped, filled with horror
for this judgment and epitaph
which was predetermined and rehearsed
in the mute trumpet of the seraphim of the stones,
bells fell suddenly from the towers to the earth that rocked with an ore-broken thunder, and the copper woman rose, a scream of remembrance drawn from afar to her lips as she drew me in close to her copper body in terrified death.
He woke up. There was light. It was day.
And the Samaritan Nobia sat silent, but still heard the echo of the screams his dreams had squeezed out of his fear.
She searched for words simple enough for a stranger to grasp, but not so simple as to drive away his trust, hardly won yet.
In simple action she finally found them.
And she stood up and smiled with milk
From the moors of Gondrin to the mouth of this fugitive.
It is no exaggeration to say that space gave us long winter evenings rolled into one - the one that lasts. Our leisure time finally became a grim question with ice in our eyes and a frozen flame.
It became necessary to tell stories from reality - as it can be taken. I chose to tell about King Basii, who, supported by Chefone, forcibly turned himself into a god and magician in a celestial drama.
The Goldonder King felt like God and determined to live up to the gods he built himself a city in the sky.
It was a global world city of goldonders assembled into a kind of hive heaven.
But Basil's space-city, though it contained twelve million men in his service, was not enough for him; he had another built, and the greatest city in the world was soon in space. That city was a marvel to behold: a mighty golden dome, surrounded by three bionomically serving drabants, one of which was called the Vegetable City, one the Fish Drabant, and the third the Sting.
The names reveal their role and purpose.
So Basii sits in his heavenly land. The aquarium dragon orbits faithfully and Stings follows it with fattened animals and the vegetable moon amounts to the redwood.
The golden dome was the city of retreat for all climbers and celestial rebels, for gamma was a poison to all alike and all poor and rich alike had to choose between death and escape.
So many preferred the city of Basil.
But although he rules over twelve million
inhabitants of the great city of space, he is still very rarely happy.
And although the dragons in a faithful circle
raise animals and grow fish and wheat
Basil's only pleasure is when he gets
with Vulvis, the royal slave, to bathe in Lethe.
But all the deliciously good virginity
that can be enjoyed in Basil's harem
is in its nakedness a skin of fear.
of frightened dissimulation. And his love story
...is but a tale to be seen from the outside..,
and all his lust a forced voluptuousness.
Thus in The Night of Aniara I draw a little picture that everyone can understand from the rich treasure of reality.
And every time I make an arabesque in the hall of Mima about this space grotesque that Basil's space city can probably be said to be, I can for an hour or so make people sigh: the best is here anyway.
From Basil's false heaven we preserve. No, I'd rather travel with Aniara.
But soon the alarm goes off. The bells proclaim that the images of the fairy tale are overtaken by visions here that distress ignites.
And quickly to the halls I return.
The Goldonder's garden bubbled with glamour. A party was being held there and Chefone was there. He showed us a picture of the smith of happiness: the goldonder king Basii, a portrait jubilantly taken on the day the fifteen thousandth goldonder lay in the field ready for the wave of endlessness.
Then we were each seized by thoughtfulness and went to our own in solitude.
For in every ship of this number there was a Mima locked up in its cage.
The Rapid criminal was much loved and could operate as he pleased under the protection of the admiration he aroused. He always appeared at great speeds and abducted women whom he brought to Chefone in light blue rapid rockets.
Of course it was criminal, the people of the valley thought, but the charm was so close to the deed that the rampart was breached by sheer admiration and open worship soon followed the advice of restraint at the murder pedal.
Tucked away in a corner of our gondola, I pretend to smile at some rough fellows who spend their evenings with mockery and violence, with a devilish flutter as their sole aim.
They look at me and find me mortified,
- The clear approval is what they expect...
and I'm close to being squeezed badly
every time they jokingly glance at my grave door.
The brute is approaching, his dull face with many a foolish whim weighing on his mind.
And many a scowl missed by pigs from the worst corners of the soul he throws at me.
And when, full of fear, I strike with depleted strength in the dull face, the troll is only amused by my blow and raises his eyebrow with interest.
Then I flee between the troll's legs and out the other side of the danger of death.
How this happened can only be fully explained by the light of the gopher and the fourth tensor theory.
Here came the sober, composed and sober man who always kept his soul in trim and stuck to the dry, honest maxims of life.
Now he went into the fire with his imagination.
His cool reason was completely burned His sober composure was fried in seconds when the photo turbo in Xinombra exaggerated the cold matter.
And yet I can't help but admire the man as he made his way to the office where he had been employed for many years
and where, despite offers to flee to the tundra, he provided punch cards for thousands who broke up every day.
There died a man who never raised his voice, who always remained true to his calm tone, the martyr of calm composure who was burned when the cruel fires of excess were lit.
One is often chilled to the rock crystal by everything one hears before the ear falls like gray-white ash into the cremation hall.
And the girl from Rind who sees nothing is often heard to ask beyond the eye: how is the world of such torment visible? What is to be seen in this madness, where eeriness against eeriness is heard to answer?
Cultivating insight seemed futile
and many fell away from the faithful crowd.
and its program which was to see through
so that with the transparency of evil
as lens and instrument
try to find new signs
and new ways for the land of Gond.
Most people grew tired and withdrew from the room of the Truth Service, and Nobia sat for long periods almost alone, trying to hold on to her looms, always tormented
by the blood moisture of evil memories, the echoes of horror
surrounded her days
and made the Mara a bedfellow
who tore the fabric of the noman
and raped Nobia's dream
and the mood of life over the moors of Gondria.
It is as important to us to have friends
in the houses of distant worlds as at home by
the familiar road of the green earth.
You are reflected in endless eyes, watched by immense spectators.
They never interfere, but they watch the sewing and the mining,
the nurse and doctor on the rounds and the weapons in the shamelessly cruel wars.
Your own position under their eyes may be likened to the position you take with one whom you do not wish to grieve, but to share joy and to please.
So spoke the old astronomer, and then laid his head down to rest.
And he went smiling to the eternity that had been waiting by his side all his life.
His forehead shone with its ideas, even in the dead of death in the years of space.
He was among those who know the fairies of everything, those who get to comb Berenice's hair.
But for the longest time I still want to believe that this is the torment of an evil dream and the ship Aniara a phantom from which I will wake up in the Valley of Doris.
Perhaps everything is a nightmare and I want to wait with poison and a knife. They say there are dreams of a kind that seem as long as a man's life.
Out of the dust you were born, from its gifts you were supported.
You did not manage the gift, many a meadow you made desolate.
What is beyond this sea is called Going down deep among riddles too great to be found in a grave.
Faith can never cover more than what you see in spirit.
All the other things are too much to bear.
Do you hear the sound of the rescue team calling from an emergency station that is one of a thousand others, regardless of faith?
Now guess where the road leads and what Paradise is.
One of a thousand rescue stations scattered along the coast here.
Now I want to sing to my ear and ask it to listen to a voice that descends not to destroy the language I have collected for comfort. For the comfort of life and death, I whisper the price of sensitivity every time the sinful flow of language storms the breeze of the spirit.
One night Heba lay awake in the city of Aniara and heard the painter's joyful painting.
The skilled varnisher was varnishing the years that would one day end on a stainless steel stretcher.
And suddenly from Heba there was a shout against the smooth roof.
The skilled varnishers know their business well.
Too hard to become joy, too happy to become sorrow. The painters paint everything in Aniara's castle.
We know that we have been left out of the higher insight of the ocean of mystery and that we lack the tools to reach the depths of clarity that Mima once gave. But since Mima's death, the average of what we achieve of truth is not very high average is what is required if the choice of new paths is to be avoided.
A small number reach the values that should be the average to reach.
The others are satisfied with the flow of thought,
the rattle with which time is made to pass.
A daughter of my mother, called Tovi, was born in the night of space. Alas, dear ones, where can the crowd's demand for sensation and wonder lead us?
First came, as it should be, the blissfully sweet and indescribably pure birth, when the mimicry lay naked, uncovered and panting in the golden bed of the formula.
To her camp now came the mimicry and winged it
the naked one, as when the butterfly flies the honey chalice of its flower, in Dori's meadows. The description is not given (much to my regret) because there is always the possibility of a wave of miracles taking place in secret, to the great disappointment of many who wish to see how the mimagyne makes love, and from what angle the picture of the goddess's love life should be taken in order to really reach the audience.
Can it not be enough that Tovi gave birth to an allegorical child whom Isagel happily suckled at her breast and practiced miracles and consolation You may think so yourself, but others think otherwise.
For not even a mimagyn can defend the fruit of her womb against the human hyena who demands a clear answer on every point of what precedes it all: the prelude to sowing,
with the insides of the thighs well described in a clear image that gives the "public" a feeling that it was in the bed.
Yes, it has happened that I have sometimes asked myself (in private silence, of course) whether the smooth ice of superficiality does not have enough joy, and that the great swallows in these spaces are only terrible wakes which, compared to the agile princess and heartlessly threatening with superior power, will in the end become the cold room of beauty.
So small a strip bears, the other breaks, and all the incomparably large gapes with the same dark death which, unchanging with cold upon cold, only imitates itself.
To raise one's hand then with a light-year pound and demonstrate the fugue of eternity on terrible organs, while the girl in the icy distance dances, hardly greater to see than a fly flown away towards the light, it is to chill with the great weapon as when the superpower with the powers the element hides coldly makes its rows in the land of Gond against unsuspecting cities and, although itself dismissing all talk of sin punishment and trial, nevertheless treats the human with such terrible flame that this terrible torrent of loose gamma released by those who do not mean sin punishment nevertheless cruelly destroys both Yaal and Gena and melts down to ashes the wonder Heba
With the same fire they turned on Chebeba.
Posterity does not understand you so easily.
It judges according to the image of posterity
and counts up the time you lived in
as rows of negligence, as offenses
against the spirit of foresight, the duties of thought.
To this it adds the work of suffering
and piles up, as blind as a judge
as you were blind as a criminal, case by case.
Can those who have killed the foundations of joy and destroyed the great city of joy have the right to the joys of life?
Does Cain have the right to be happy?
Can those who strangled the joys of Xinombra and burned the valley of paradise have the right to heights of heaven other than Aniara's daily agony?
I ask but never get an answer. I have to arrange for pastimes
for the hordes of Aniara and manage its entertainment.
A wave of newly awakened hatred swept through the mountains where Nobia lived in deep mines and ghostly white lights illuminated every thread of life in the fabrics she wove.
She had sought and found the thread of life - a discovery of how healing rays are empowered by the inner council of things and fused with the heart of the atom.
And while hatred swelled around the mountains
and wounds screamed in the valley of time.
she wove day and night until the color of victory
and the skin of life rose in the hall of death.
Of her beauty little can be said. It was lost in a wave of radiation but the clear purity of the soul could be weighed; in healed wounds we saw her reflection.
Then I will throw you out of your chair. I will break your armchair view, because it is false and holds a convulsive security in a time that has slipped out of its rooms, but also the other way around: that it becomes a view without deep insight.
From this world, I shall send you happiness today to the kingdom of love, to the evil shore where the Samaritan Nobia and others spread works of love from country to country.
Figuring out the ways of evil and tracking down all the poison in the city of hate was futile, for hate stood there with heavy blocks united row by row.
Within its walls there was life and movement in the birthing centers and squares where human beings were conceived and human beings were born and human life in the human gap was destroyed. It was best to pretend that this city of self-righteous evil existed as nothing more than a devilish childhood that would mature, grow tired of itself.
We resolved to keep on sending saints there for the longest time.
from the saints' camps as long as the funds lasted
and as far as the need still aroused the heart.
This plan was tried for nine years, during which the Rind camp of saints bled to death: an act of self-sacrifice based on faith in the powers of good. But the heavy wall of hate stood just as hard, and the fatigue of leadership followed the act of hate; only too great was the throne of victory we had.
A single city consumed the power which we had thought sufficient for the transformation of the world.
On a rare occasion, the happiness of being free from desire also came.
Then the emptiness suddenly became populated by a kind of spiritualized mystery.
We walked the spirit's path of happiness along the beach, exchanging thoughts, making fortune cards.
It was evening and sunset in the sea.
Night fell, but the land of thought stood firm.
He woke up. She said: guess where.
I can't, he said. How did you get here? The same way you did: up the gravel path and then straight to the left among the cypresses. There was a dewy path the moonlight itself went there with light steps which I tried to imitate.
And when everything was past and the path was over
I managed to become a clear crystal and find you, my friend, on this path.
It is so transparently wonderful here.
We no longer exist. All that was is over.
Neither god nor devil here reaches us anymore and the end is the cruel parody of life.
Where is the plain text?
This is what I'm looking for.
The one that fits but still gives song.
After thanking God that he was a wasp and not something else, he continued between the leafy branches and stung the farmer.
Laid out by spiritual mobs, the truth becomes worse than the lie. When the mob washes the barley, it is never clean.
The rabble always wash in the dunghill from the Augean stables.
Matema's camel bells ring in the deserts of speech where the caravans of unfinished quarrels
never reach their oasis, only become more camels.
Immersed as in a dream but still awake, I found myself changed and so naked that no dream has words for what it was like when, transformed by the stone, I cut down towards the inner realms and while this was happening I became smaller, smaller and even more stripped of layers and layers of time and space as I sank further and further into the stone, deeper and deeper into things.
Who undressed me, wore me down so much that no conceivable smallness so small on this earth can be imagined unless one is long since beyond what every comprehensible thought wants to deny.
And yet I was being stripped and reduced still further in no direction.
So sunk, unceasingly sunk in
towards even more breathtaking reduction
I retained in my dream a way of seeing
and understand that I was traveling into
to the dimensions, the innermost
who with their interior work with their interior
and whose interiors compose the world.
They scare children with darkness, criminals with punishment and sinners with realms beyond death where the vengeful desire to torment has transported its arsenal of tormenting images.
But sorrow follows us every day, and joy follows us every day.
We ourselves are the sorrow, we are also the joy, everything human is rooted in humanity, and no human being can escape humanity, not her hatred and her self-degradation, nor the joy she spreads, nor the love she forms.
There is a third land that is not death and not life, but the reality that pervades all realities, and spins the very thread of the fabric from which dreams are woven. Yes, I had come to the rooms where these threads are spun. When I arrived, I stepped out and saw no longer surprised the smallest fairy, who herself was not at all surprised to welcome me to her inner land.
And although we were both unimaginably smaller than two grains of traveling dust on a suit on earth, we thought we were big here in this smallest room to which I have now come and which nevertheless encloses with its vault a separate world of realities formed.
On the contrary, I cannot describe what I saw of strange things, but that will follow when the habit of telling stories has been practiced for other habits than what life offers,
and other things than those called death.
For though beyond all I have known
this was not death
and though within all I have known
this was not life.
Actually, the comprehensibility was slight, as when multiples arranged in layers, and layered in the directions of space, make the fabric of the dream omnidirectional structural and become a fabric consisting of paths where the thread is only thought of as a path as a sign that here the shuttle has gone, but where is the thread? The thread is the path. I saw how the gnome was in a quandary as to which of two different possibilities to give clarity.
Then came formulas of such an elusive nature that the gnome was again gripped by the anxiety
which arises when the explanation is attempted but little response is felt by the pupil.
And with a look that shone as if with sorrow, he signaled a break in the dilemma. And with a formula more magical than comprehensible, we left the atom.
We expanded to other contexts and sat on a leaf next to a bee eagerly searching for honey in a meadow.
Around the great star of the day we shall orbit the years we have been given to live, and our family for a few thousand centuries, perhaps more, perhaps less, no one knows.
But the time that we are orbiting is so small compared to that of the suns where they wander around in orbits in the galaxy our family named the Milky Way, luminous to behold.
What can our eyes see, our hearts cry out at the thought of atoms going around in the same way with waves and particles.
Some have called this the dance of the gods - it is always being danced by everything in the universe.
All indications are that among the arts of the muses
the art of dance is the first and the last,
and we are in it, dancing out
our role in the dance, it is already being danced
in other worlds separate from our time,
in other dance theaters,
yet one thing is clear
that we are dancing our turns.
Our role in it
is ours and no one else's.
Our own role in the dance art of all worlds.
Our earth wanders alive alone, around the sun our dear parent.
As far as the giant tubes reach no living neighbor to see.
Desolate and empty on the one who received the name of the god of war, burning hot and desolate on the one who received the name of the goddess of love.
Jupiter, planet of Zeus
ice-clad to two hundred times the height of the Himalayas.
The others are death's door.
Beyond that, light years to the next planetary village.
So each sun has only one living person, and that one is a leased farm, indefinitely and to an unreliable and dangerous race.
Here is a world of light distributed in the mystery of things.
Here is the salvaged light in the innumerable rooms of the stone.
Wands point with poles directed to their rooms inside mountains and stones, spinning mystery.
Deep in her fairy tale, she lives for the sake of the tale.
the norn who has learned to spin the yarn from the wool of the riddles.
The spirit of Ideema from space in endless lines gathered the seeds into the durable wood of the suns.
From far beyond time the hydrogen came in modest garb and built for its God the ingenious nests of the atoms.
Come, let us nurture the foundation of our life. The green sphere we have been given to live on in the universe's lottery system.
When the next lucky draw can get rid of the Milky Way's big tombola we do not know and can never reach.
But we do know one thing for sure: the next draw will not include us.
A stranger called chance shuffles the cards and deals them to the local players.
Every single poker face keeps a straight face.
There are plenty of goldfish in the tureen here.
According to the law, the silent coincidence itself is the last to raise its hand, with ice in its stomach.
Soon jaws of granite are chewing the cigar.
Where is the bundle of happiness among the starlings?
That question is answered when chance wins.
Then the shot goes off, chance's life disappears. His house of cards collapses, but soon everyone at the counter thinks it was a nice fish, that no one won, that chance herself was told by Smith and Wesson what chance was.
by Smith and Wesson what chance should do.
( translation to be continued )
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2023.05.29 17:09 Gen1usx Ok besties. Last night, I dreamed of the skins that will be released in Worlds patch and I'm gonna share it to you.
The Worlds update will be split into two patches. The first batch of skins will be the RIFT GALA AWARDS: Nominees. This year, the theme of the Rift Gala is about and inspired by Gods and Godesses around the cultures of the world in a elegant city fashion. Think of Dislyte. The only champions I remember in my dream are:
RIFT GALA LISSANDRA (Legendary): Her outfit is inspired by Nyx, the Goddess of the Night. She wears this long flowing glittering black gown and she has this very intricate large headpiece filled with jewels. I think her gown has similiraties with the outfit Nyx of Hades game.
RIFT GALA JAYCE (Epic+Prestige): His outfit is inpsired by Thor. He wears this dark blue fursuit with strikes of gold which looks like lightning as a design. His hair and facial hair looks like Resistance Jayce. The Prestige once is a white suit with sparkling blue lightning design.
The next batch released in the Worlds Finals is the boyband consisting of 5 members. These guys are the guest performers for the Rift Gala Awards. But I only remember the three which is humanized Brand (Legendary), Jhin(Epic+Prestige) which is voiced by Jackson Wang, and the Ink Mage as his release skin. It seems that I forgot their group name tho.
After that I woke up, What do you think?
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2023.05.29 17:08 gewgawsltd I [25F] am getting dinner tonight w/ [25M]. I want to tell him I want to date him! BUT after a year of tension I'm not sure how or if I should.
I just moved back to my favorite city in the world. Deliriously happy about that.
A year ago, a former undergrad classmate of mine that lived in this city started texting with me. It became clear to me that he seemed interested, and I felt the same. This went on for a few months, before he ghosted me! I confronted him and he admitted that he needed time after breaking up with his girlfriend of 3 years. I told him I was happy to know him in any capacity and he said "lets be friends for now.".....Fine, I was a few time zones away anyhow and we were both busy.
Over the course of the next 8 months, I saw him a few times during visits to the city and we always spent a few hours together over a meal. No romantic contact at all, but he would pick me up and often pay for dinner. It was always really lovely. A lot of tension lol. We didn't really text, as I learned he is just not a digital communicator. Remote Interactions were largely limited to him occasionally liking or responding to an instagram story. But he would drop hints that he wanted to spend more time with me.
Now I'm back in town permanently. We are getting dinner tonight. I really want to see him regularly, but I am so scared to say anything because I'm afraid that maybe I'm moving too fast or that my expectations are unreasonable. I'm tired of ignoring the elephant in the room, and I'm the type of person that likes to have frank and open discussions (he is more reserved). What should I say? If anything!
thank you all!
tl;dr: Talking stage of 1 year told me "lets just be friends for now" back 8 months ago. Now I live in the same city and I want to date him. Totally unsure how/if to bring it up at dinner tonight.
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2023.05.29 17:08 Brilliant_Shock_6306 Potential job scam
2023.05.29 17:08 theeyeofchaoss Banana Cream Cake x Jealousy by GDF
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I picked up a five pack of pre rolls at .3 each and for the price of $25 plus tax at Dabbs Dispensary in Richland,MS and I was incredibly excited to try these due to “Jealousy” winning Leafly “Strain of the year” so I felt like I was in for a good one!
About this product : “Banana Cream Cake x Jealousy is a balanced hybrid strain with a decadent, sweet candy-like flavor and aroma. This strain produces an ultra relaxing, heavy, couch-locked feel combined with a clear headed focus. Banana Cream Cake x Jealousy can help remedy the symptoms of appetite loss, fatigue, and nausea.”
My experience and the effects : I walked outside on a beautiful sunny Saturday and lit one of this beauty’s up! The smell was incredible as it was a sweet aroma that invited you in! I was REALLY REALLY enjoying the flavor as it was smooth and almost candy like, but then after about three or 4 hits of the pre-roll I knew I was in over my head! The strength of this flower was a bit unappreciated by me and I began to feel the effects of a high THC indica and for that always causes my heart rate to increase that can sometimes create a sense of paranoia for me! I knew that was enough for me so I put it out and I began to start my planned yard work but unfortunately that was no longer possible as I became incredibly lifted and almost unable to focus on the task at hand! Haha I knew she was going to sit me down and I knew I could not fight it as that was only going to create more anxiety spikes and paranoia so I closed my back door to the patio and walked inside and sat down in the A/C and let my heartbeat settle and just remind myself that this is all about of it you know? I found my locked on my couch area for 45 minutes until the peak started to fall, but I was 100% blazed and stoned! The effects were numbing and euphoric as I have ever felt cannabis being and mind you I’ve made several trips to Colorado Springs with the wife and enjoyed cannabis there so I like to think I’m quite experienced with cannabis as it’s been apart of my life for many years, but my fellow patients proceed with CAUTION with this beautiful strain! After the major effects began to taper away I found myself having more mental clarity and focus but still in a sense of PURE RELAXATION throughout my entire evening!
I can say this strain right here is it bit much for me and the reaction that it created really reminded me that high THC content and the terpene profile wasn’t the best match for me! The dominant terpene of this strain is caryophyllene!
I’m impressed mostly definitely, but I do not see myself smoking this one again! I do recommend it for those looking for pain management and relaxation!
2023.05.29 17:08 bestchange_pr VanEck believes that Ethereum could reach $51,000 by 2030
According to asset management company VanEck, Ethereum could reach $11,850 by 2030. And if there are positive events, the price of the cryptocurrency will be $51,000.
Analysts have voiced three growth scenarios for the second most popular digital coin in 2030. According to the base case, ETH will cost $11,849. In a bullish scenario, the price of Ether will be $51,006, but in a bearish scenario, the price of the coin will drop to $343.
“We base our estimates on the assumption that Ethereum will become the dominant global open source settlement network. It will house a significant portion of the commercial activity of the business sectors with the highest potential for profit. In the list of similar platforms with support for smart contracts, we assume the purchase of call options for the long term. At the same time, it is the dominant platform that is likely to take the lion's share of the market,” VanEck experts noted.
In addition, they stated that Ethereum is most likely to be a wealth accumulation tool - like BTC, but with some differences.
“We argue that ETH goes beyond a transactional currency or a commodity similar to oil or gas. We believe that the coin is not a full-fledged store of value, like bitcoin, due to the possibility of changing the Ethereum code and the general position of the project focused on utility. However, this cryptocurrency can become a store of value for government organizations seeking to maximize human capital,” the analysts summed up.
Meanwhile, the network noticed that the address of one of the major owner of Ethereum, which had not been used for the past 8 years, suddenly resumed activity. Several thousand coins were transferred from it to a new address.
This is not the first time this has happened. Community members wondered what the activity of previously dormant whales would entail. If such cases are linked, and large ETH investors want to sell their assets, then their impact on the industry could be significant.
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2023.05.29 17:08 Which_Yesterday698 Have a chance to leave and don't know how to do it right
This weekend a family member is coming to visit the town we both moved to.
I'm going to ask them if they can drive me back to the city we're from when they leave. Know I have to somehow stealthily pack and I'm not sure how to take our three pets with me. He has punched one and kicked the other, and has threatened to kill them if I leave. I think I might just have to leave the cage and take my pets in their carriers with minimal things like their food/bowls/blankets.
I don't even know if my family member will say yes. Hopefully when he sees all my bruises he'll say yes. All I have is 100 dollars as well. My boyfriend takes all of my money as well as sabotaging job efforts. Then he calls me useless and worthless because I don't have a job.
Don't know where I'll stay when I go there. Maybe my family member will watch my pets while I go to a shelter or I could stay with family member. I just know I need out and that my boyfriend will never get better.
I'm terrified of what will happen when he realizes I've left. I'm terrified he'll hurt himself or try to track me down. I honestly don't even know if I can go through with it.
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2023.05.29 17:08 Inside_Gold_254 Rates
Lol. It’s funny when people say “the Covid rates are over” “pre-Covid rates are gone”
That may be true but they’re gonna have to find some common ground because the pre-Covid rates and this economy is not cutting it - they need to match. Everything from the COL to groceries has went sky high compared to pre-Covid, so the rates need to reflect that or they won’t have good travel nurses. The newbies might not know any better or their worth (fast they’ll learn) but the rest of us do.
I was making $3500 in a non-income tax state and still didn’t save much money after everything was paid for (double expenses). It was almost identical as working in my home state w/o the extra hassle. The travel and exploring part is nice but traveling costs especially when they want us to double expenses (I don’t play with the IRS).
So… something needs to shake..
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2023.05.29 17:07 ThrowRA023995832 Living with parents vs living with friends in the city
I'm a bit conflicted right now. I'm 23 years old and I make about 82k and currently stay with my parents in the suburbs. However, my friend is planning on moving into the city in September and is really pushing me to get an apartment with him. The rest of my other friends also live in the city as well. So here is where I am conflicted: Living at Home: It has been fiscally amazing. I don't pay rent, don't pay for groceries, and I also don't have to cook. I get to max out my 401k. I am putting about 1k into my savings every month. I also have a great relationship with my parents and it is nice living with them. I know it will be harder to spend time with them in the future and I also enjoy having a bigger room in my home with more privacy. Living at home is financially the best decision no doubt. The only cons are complete isolation from friends since they're 1 hour away in the city. And also, the commute. I spend 2 hours on days I have to go into the office for travel and it is draining. I'm home by 6:30pm and by then I only have a couple hours to enjoy the day or do what I need to do. Also, when hanging with friends on weekends in the city, I hate having to drive back and having to stay sober for the most part. Living with Friends: Now, living with friends is definitely the worse financial decision of the two. The thing that is making me consider is the cost of time and fleetingness of being young. I want to be able to experience what it's like living with friends in the city. Especially knowing that all of our paths will probably diverge very soon and we won't be able to have times like this again. I want to be able to hang out with them after a long day of work, or have people to go to the gym with, or even just be in an area with other young people I can meet. In the suburbs, it's also desolate and nobody in there early 20's is around. And honestly, I want to learn how to be an independent adult. But I just don't know if it's worth paying around $1k in rent, along with grocery shopping, as well as having to make time to cook food. And I guess it would be harder to get privacy living with friends, which is another con too. Both decisions are short-term and it would just define my next year. I believe by end of 2024 or early 2025, my plan is to move out regardless and find a new job. Any advice on what to do? TLDR: Deciding whether to live with parents in the suburbs and save money on rent and food, but have to endure a 1-hour commute back and forth for work. And being in the boring suburbs. If I live with friends, I can't save as much money, but I can experience living in the city in my early 20s and spending more time with friends. Conflicted here.
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2023.05.29 17:07 arthurcdemari question: are there any champions that you really wanted to know how to play but unfortunately you are terrible with them?
I have this problem with rek sai, it's the doll I played the most in the game, I even have 5 mastery with her, but I'm terrible with this thing
I must have played about 50 games with her throughout my life in this game
and I lost most of them, let's say it was a "win rate: 10%" and none of them as jungle
and that makes me very sad, and it's not even a lack of practice, but I always lose
and it's not like i'm good with every other champion, i'm terrible with everyone
I can be terrible with master yi or miss fortune
I don't know if it's because I'm too cowardly to attack an enemy or simply because I can't think fast, but what about you? do you have something similar?
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2023.05.29 17:07 1DayAt1ATime Anyone recently got mortgage from key bank? Are you all getting lender’s credit?
I think my loan officer is not being completely honest with me. They said i would get lenders credit of 5000$, with rate at 6.125. Key bank also has the relationship discount of .25% which should be ideally applied on top of the rate given but they saying it is already adjusted in the given rate. The 6.125 rate is after buying points. What to do in this situation? I dont have the option to back out.
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2023.05.29 17:07 Whitesymphonia DM looking to refill group on Wednesday nights
2 players have had to leave recently due to life. One started her night shift, and the other is moving away at the end of June, putting us to only 2 players, so I'm looking to fill back up to 4 or 5 players before our guy moves away.
We are currently play Monte Cook's Banewarrens, and at 7th level. Module runs from 6-10. Anything WOTC official is allowed.
We have a liberal group of players, so I'm not looking for anyone right-wing and will put my foot down on that. I'd also like to avoid flakiness and "I roll to seduce everything" bards. I'm not here to roleplay out people's sexual fantasies. If it's a legit problem solving solution, then it's fair game, but I will cut to black. Also not looking for murderhobos please.
The module is a split of RP and combat, since the plot revolves around a large metropolitan port city and multiple delving attempts into a giant dungeon.
Our age group is late 20s early 30s, so would prefer to find people in the same range band. We've been playing from 6:30 - 9:00PM on weekly Wednesdays, typically eating a quick bite before starting. Location has been Colorado Plus while my house is being renovated, otherwise would like to play at home (Lakewood Greenmountain area), since I can break out minis and things from my display cases.
Willing to accept new players, and teach. The group would play 1 or 2 one shots with anyone interested to determine group mesh before making any group additions.
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2023.05.29 17:07 The_92nd_ Best generative fill prompts?
I've been experimenting with the generative fill in photoshop beta, and while it is very impressive, I've noticed that it regularly gives quite soft focus results. I was wondering if anyone has recommendations for prompts which provide the highest quality and highest resolution results?
I've seen people on mid journey AI using prompts like "HQ" or "4K" in an attempt to raise result quality. Does anyone have any special moves?
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2023.05.29 17:07 SnooGoats8671 Let's talk Mergers and Acquisitions my young Deloitte bros
2023.05.29 17:06 VolumeSuccessful820 Thomas Sanocki??
Has anyone taken EXP4204C with Professor Sanocki? I’m an incoming freshman & I just want info. I read his reviews on rate my professor & the majority of them were terrible, but i still want to hear more
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2023.05.29 17:06 SchlesingerMindy323 [HIRING] 25 Jobs in CT Hiring Now!
Hey guys, here are some recent job openings in ct. Feel free to comment here or send me a private message if you have any questions, I'm at the community's disposal! If you encounter any problems with any of these job openings please let me know that I will modify the table accordingly. Thanks!
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