That Feeling When… https://propertarianism.com/2020/05/28/that-feeling-when/
Source date (UTC): 2020-05-28 13:09:00 UTC
Original post: https://twitter.com/i/web/status/1265993477734580225
Category: Personal Reflections and Diary
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That Feeling When…
Mar 26, 2020, 7:07 PM …You’re young, travelling the world, by plane, train, car, foot, and don’t know yet that you’re autistic, and the informational overload produces a high – until it doesn’t. And you simply can’t take it anymore, and need to be still and quiet. And your significant other is all full of go go go and your brain is mush. You don’t know where you are. What day it is. What time it is. Where your luggage is. But you go with her anyway. And what little ‘you’ exists in normal circumstances dissipates into a veil, then a whisp, then disappears, your inner voice disappears, your emotions disappear, your wants disappear, your thoughts disappear, your agency disappears, and you do nothing but absorb experience and information without processing it, feeling it, or judging it, just recording it and riding on overdose – but having habituated a lifetime of acting normal your autopilot goes thru the motions, including dinner, chit chat with friends, making idle conversation. And you sleep for twelve hours and repeat the process.
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That Feeling When…
Mar 26, 2020, 7:07 PM …You’re young, travelling the world, by plane, train, car, foot, and don’t know yet that you’re autistic, and the informational overload produces a high – until it doesn’t. And you simply can’t take it anymore, and need to be still and quiet. And your significant other is all full of go go go and your brain is mush. You don’t know where you are. What day it is. What time it is. Where your luggage is. But you go with her anyway. And what little ‘you’ exists in normal circumstances dissipates into a veil, then a whisp, then disappears, your inner voice disappears, your emotions disappear, your wants disappear, your thoughts disappear, your agency disappears, and you do nothing but absorb experience and information without processing it, feeling it, or judging it, just recording it and riding on overdose – but having habituated a lifetime of acting normal your autopilot goes thru the motions, including dinner, chit chat with friends, making idle conversation. And you sleep for twelve hours and repeat the process.
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Iron Cold Iron (revised Edition)
Iron Cold Iron (revised Edition) https://propertarianism.com/2020/05/28/iron-cold-iron-revised-edition/
Source date (UTC): 2020-05-28 12:57:12 UTC
Original post: https://twitter.com/i/web/status/1265990507617976321
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Iron Cold Iron (revised Edition)
Mar 28, 2020, 4:40 PM IRON COLD IRON (REVISED EDITION) Gold is for the mistress — silver for the maid — Copper for the craftsman cunning at his trade. “Good!” said the Baron, sitting in his hall, “But Iron — Cold Iron — is master of them all.” So he made rebellion ‘gainst the King his liege, Camped before his citadel and summoned it to siege. “Nay!” said the cannoneer on the castle wall, “But Iron — Cold Iron — shall be master of you all!” Woe for the Baron and his knights so strong, When the cruel cannon-balls laid ’em all along; He was taken prisoner, he was cast in thrall, And Iron — Cold Iron — was master of it all! Yet his King spake kindly (ah, how kind a Lord!) “What if I release thee now and give thee back thy sword?” “Nay!” said the Baron, “Thou wouldst not trust my word, For Iron — Cold Iron — is master of men all.” Tears are for the craven, prayers are for the clown — Halters for the silly neck that cannot keep a crown. “As my crime is grievous, by law my hope is small, For Iron — Cold Iron — must be master of men all!” Crowns are for the valiant — Lances for the bold! Thrones and powers for mighty men who dare to take and hold. “Hang!” said the Baron, Seated in his hall, “For Iron — Cold Iron — is master of men all!
(Apologies to Kipling for correcting the errors in his work)
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Iron Cold Iron (revised Edition)
Mar 28, 2020, 4:40 PM IRON COLD IRON (REVISED EDITION) Gold is for the mistress — silver for the maid — Copper for the craftsman cunning at his trade. “Good!” said the Baron, sitting in his hall, “But Iron — Cold Iron — is master of them all.” So he made rebellion ‘gainst the King his liege, Camped before his citadel and summoned it to siege. “Nay!” said the cannoneer on the castle wall, “But Iron — Cold Iron — shall be master of you all!” Woe for the Baron and his knights so strong, When the cruel cannon-balls laid ’em all along; He was taken prisoner, he was cast in thrall, And Iron — Cold Iron — was master of it all! Yet his King spake kindly (ah, how kind a Lord!) “What if I release thee now and give thee back thy sword?” “Nay!” said the Baron, “Thou wouldst not trust my word, For Iron — Cold Iron — is master of men all.” Tears are for the craven, prayers are for the clown — Halters for the silly neck that cannot keep a crown. “As my crime is grievous, by law my hope is small, For Iron — Cold Iron — must be master of men all!” Crowns are for the valiant — Lances for the bold! Thrones and powers for mighty men who dare to take and hold. “Hang!” said the Baron, Seated in his hall, “For Iron — Cold Iron — is master of men all!
(Apologies to Kipling for correcting the errors in his work)
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Just when I can: Juggling Book, Constitution, Podcast, Courses, Institute, Site,
Just when I can: Juggling Book, Constitution, Podcast, Courses, Institute, Site, Social Media, LIfe.
Very panicked about getting constitution and book done ‘enough’ for a constitutional convention.
Source date (UTC): 2020-05-28 12:24:39 UTC
Original post: https://twitter.com/i/web/status/1265982316817657861
Reply addressees: @h0b0spic3s
Replying to: https://twitter.com/i/web/status/1265976006713671680
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The Folly of Man
The Folly of Man https://propertarianism.com/2020/05/28/the-folly-of-man/
Source date (UTC): 2020-05-28 03:49:28 UTC
Original post: https://twitter.com/i/web/status/1265852665763938305
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The Folly of Man
May 6, 2020, 11:04 AM Night Three Chinese flying lanterns. Lay out in triangle. link together with straws and tape. Light Lanterns Let fly. Drink beer. High five. See how many idiots report triangular UFO in vicinity. Marvel at how many suckers are born every minute. Underpants gnomes.
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The Folly of Man
May 6, 2020, 11:04 AM Night Three Chinese flying lanterns. Lay out in triangle. link together with straws and tape. Light Lanterns Let fly. Drink beer. High five. See how many idiots report triangular UFO in vicinity. Marvel at how many suckers are born every minute. Underpants gnomes.