I've decided to cease posting my thoughts and dreams on Facebook. Here is a collection of Facebook posts from the past that have been deleted:
From 11/22/20
The inter-subjective phenomenon known as a "conspiracy theory" has recently come into my thoughts. As a recap, reality consists of the following:
1. Objective - that which exists independently of humans (example - gravity)
2. Inter-subjective - that which exists in the minds of many individuals (example - limited liability companies)
3. Subjective - that which exists in the mind of an individual (example - monster hiding in the closet)
As a further recap, it's important to review what a theory is and how it ranks in terms of human intellectual achievements. We have the following, ranked from weak to strong:
3. Hypothesis - a proposition that attempts to explain a set of facts in a unified way.
2. Law - a hypothesis that is assumed to be universally true.
1. Theory - a set of statements, including laws and hypotheses, that explains a group of observations or phenomena in terms of those laws and hypotheses.
If a conspiracy were indeed a theory, then it would be true, and we could drop the word "theory". As an example, germ theory is no longer referred to as a theory. The media and movies/TV are responsible for the incorrect use of "theory" by relegating it to the ranks of mere idea. When you hear "just a theory", you know you are listening to an uninformed and uneducated individual.
I would say the most important thing to understand here is the inter-subjective nature of a conspiracy theory. This quality puts it into the same rank as religion. A religious person is largely uneducable and indifferent to facts. A face-to-face encounter with a religious person will not go well for someone that has facts because the religious person does not care. The same is true for a face-to-face encounter with someone that favors conspiracy theories; it will go poorly for the person that has facts.
This is something that makes me sad. You see, these people that believe in conspiracy theories and religion are not aware of how wrong they are. There's nothing you can do to help them. That's the most disturbing part to me.
From 9/17/2020
I thought of an interesting punishment for the uneducated people that tear down historical monuments while at work today.
Firstly, my reasoning (might not be correct) is that the statues and monuments are being torn down due to a misunderstanding or lack of education concerning history.
To correct this deficiency, let them tear down the statues. (This is part of the deal.) You identify the problem people by allowing them to carry out their actions. Once they are identified, assault them with a picoparasite that primarily hijacks the nervous system, though can control any part of the body. The parasite would be made using picotechnology, which is three orders of magnitude (1,000 times) more advanced than nanotechnology (hence the name "pico" parasite).
Once infected, the picoparasite would force their bodies to put the statues back in place, along with any repairs, if needed. It would also force them to remain conscious of their behavior, to fully experience the act of putting back what they took down. The tech would be very smart and direct their bodies to obtain all equipment needed to carry out the replacement and repairs. Additionally, it would force feed them history lessons, especially those that disturbed them.
From 8/28/2020
I think the best way to understand protesters/rioters is to realize they have a perverse understanding of human rights. (I am grouping them together because they are similar in behavior and there seems to be "cross-play" involved. A protest can turn into a riot, for example.)
When people form a blockade by lining up and linking by hand, they are making life inconvenient for people that are not involved with what originally upset them.
The correct type of punishment for protesters/rioters would be to line them up, chain them to concrete by their ankles, and handcuff them together for a period of 24 hours for the first offense. Food and drink would not be provided, and anyone coming to their aid would be executed. The second offense would be 48 hours, and the third offense would be 72 hours. Some of them might live through a fourth offense and I would suspect that anyone surviving a fifth offense might learn something.
From 8/12/2020
It was important that I loudly announced my presence. The abandoned building had many tenants and they would kill if they felt threatened, which could be circumvented by shouting at key points in hallways, and especially before entering a specific room. The shouting was anything but threatening to them, and served as a kindly notice of one's whereabouts.
But I was not shouting to anyone. As I stated, the building was abandoned. The tenants were ghosts, the dead, the dissatisfied, and easily startled. I was looking for a woman that had died giving birth. She was upset that death took her away from her child, and sought my services. Despite being requested, I could still be killed, and loudly shouted outside her door.
The room was dimly lit, with long fingers of peeling paint pointing to the scarlet carpet. She was kneeling on the floor beside the bed and her hair was caught in a wind that I could not feel. Her eyes were as black as the shadows under the bed and they pierced a tale into my mind.
It was thus known what I must do.
(I call the above a copycat dream. It pulled from so many sources I can hardly say that my unconscious mind invented it. But the dream continued, and took a bizarre turn.)
Her request was complicated and required of me to obtain a serum fashioned from velociraptor blood. This was not possible on Ghost World, and I had to access the cliffs by the yellow sky, which was a different world itself. Finding the right world proved exhaustive, but through hearsay gained by tokens, I gathered the information I needed.
The World with the Yellow Sky had special cliffs. These were not made of regular rock but Portal Rock. The yellow sky did not shine regular light but instead shone Time Tinted Light. When the cliffs were struck at a certain angle, one could calculate the distance through time one could travel. A miscalculation could result in death, so I had a guide.
(From this point the dream started to explode in complexity, and I woke up. But I did go back in time, and found that someone had captured all the velociraptors, so I had to find their cages and extract the serum. But when I found the cages, someone had opened them and...they...were loose.)
