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Real Metaphysics
You’ve heard the squeaky wheel gets attention? That schema never seemed applicable to me. I felt ignored, until I crossed a threshold of more than annoying that resulted in hammer, not ointment. Soft mews seem to draw folks out. You can’t really trust that, either, can you? There are claws, potentially a sword. Ummm.
If you read no further than here, please click on the IMGUR link, thereby virtually rewarding the pet peer, caretaker of Marty the saddest looking cat in the universe with views. I don’t know caretaker. I don’t know Marty. It may be a trap. Go forewarned! I just sense they need some love. Blow them up with heart bombs! Technically, if you find a cat with a sword, there is evidence of a cat that need more love.
I have secret friends
Really, not so secret. They hide in plain sight. I think I have found more than one. I am not talking about my tulpas. Technically, they’re really not secret either. These friends, and I use that in a carefully nuanced way, knowing very well, we’ve not met, that I am projecting… They have responded in comment, and in direct Medium essay format, with hints of invitations to engage, or ‘john’ you have been engage, but innocuous enough a ‘dear john’ letter could just be that, too. Though I may have been a direct vector for…
