That feeling when you wake up Christmas morning to find your chimney all gaped-out and smeared with lube.

You are obviously addicted to porn.

Porn gets you high. Like a drug. Porn is delivered informationally. Like a meme.

It makes a lot of sense actually.

You misunderstand. I offered that what “means a lot to you” is a matter of taste.

The world is much larger than your struggle against evil.

Jesus christ. When you piss does it come out like a corkscrew?

You can’t describe any sensation. Not sight, sound, smell, feeling. None of that. All you can do is refer to a shared sensation.

“You smell that?”

Thanks. Maybe a bit cryptic. Maybe add a couple dots to indicate stuff is being added and removed?

And is there any way to underline the fact that it’s MY bowl that’s being taken from and added to? Is it necessary? I dunno. Mulling required.

Underlining my point for the tragically obtuse.

The troll offers bullshit.

Science defeats bullshit by requiring a strong reference to observation etc.

In polite, sane company this is a non-issue.

But in public conversation, ya, it’s an issue. Trolls happen. In fact I would call trolls the greatest enemy of sane public conversation.

An AI with a billion samples to draw from might deliver the collective unconsciousness visual you’re looking for.

Thank you very much for the recommendation. Always looking.

You could also be called a biologist. Capital is the equivalent of teeth and claws.

We have 2 worlds.

The primary world is made of sensations : sight, sound, thought, smell, emotion, etc.

The secondary world is made of concepts : Stories, models, language, etc.

That secondary world. Ya. Words, conversation, books, social media. That affects it. Creates it.

So glamour is a dream. And a grammar is, what, a special kind of dream? A useful, linguistically relevant dream. Where we assert/conceptualize connections between symbols and meanings.

And a grimoire, that’s a whole chunk of the grammarly hallucinogen.

Wouldn’t it be hilarious if it was 90% hallucination? A race of dreamers dreaming of conversation, remotely tickling each other’s dreams.

Irl communication would provide a thousand cues for augmenting understanding than a mere textstream wouldn’t. So that’s something to consider.

My hoopijoo relatively.

Guessing.