Memes of Sheer Dignity – All Human Conflict Explained in a Twin Meme

If you’re stumbling upon this blog,

but you hate reading,

just print this out and put it on your wall.

Eventually, you’ll see your fellow human beings very differently.

This fucking meme, or what let me make it,

has basically saved my life.

Who are you, and what you do, the x and y axes.

The lines others draw upon the grid are what you scorn and you congratulate,

because to be is a powerful action, and actions have lives of their own.

Being connected to what you do and not, being disconnected from yourself and not,

that diverse friction makes up the serenity that moves the world so savagely.






[Purpose-Result Friction] Theory Triple Pack – Tetris Metaphysics, The Mystique of Gravy, and the Futility in Calling Someone a Baby

1.  Falling Blocks, Wielding Fates

The way people view their own actions resembles that which we feel when we play a puzzle video game like Panel De Pon or Tetris.

The way the blocks fall is often very out of your control, while also being a byproduct of what you’ve done within that game.

The tension between what is and is not something you have done, and how to weave a victory out that,

that is the essence of gaming, from the very dawn of games.

It determines what brings satisfaction and success for highly social hustlers.

You might even see it in animals, who understand that not all forms of aggression are sincere.

But only we would invent games that marry math and fate so neatly.

I’ve read about game theory, but it says little about what makes people so good at games, and about people who break the rules of what they are likely to do, to advance themselves.

My theory says that ambiguity in cause is what gives extra satisfaction to the consummated strike of the sword.

Inner peace comes to most people when causes and effects are exploited in others, who do the same, passing back over the net.
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2.   Delicious Frustration of Liquid Meat

I had some gravy on Thanksgiving.

It was so appetizing, it was very frustrating, I could barely stop eating.

Adding meat sauce onto meat is quite the high indulgence.

I think it does something to the hypothalamus.

It improves the flavor of the turkey, while also hindering its apparent taste.

It provides much energy, but the salt and fat may hurt your veins.

Gravy itself was once used by the desperately hungry to try and fatten up their cells.

Now indulgence beyond what we normally eat is what the greasy drink induces,

As well as part of the reason why for holidays the sauce does sell so well.

For now, I will eat low fat mayonnaise, and honor how little it makes my stomach growl.

My theory says that things that help and hurt you are not merely amusing or satisfying.

Exercising how people are drawn to them is how we may get shameless success.

Make others feel balanced, and the world is yours.


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3.   Your Baby Calling Backfire

Calling someone a baby is a very common insult.

It is used by small children against each other.

It is used by adults against their peers.

It is used by people on the internet as in insult against those

Who whine about a lack of dignity and decency in content creators.

It is currently being used in politics.

But to call someone an infant is rather futile, because people tend to love babies.

If you call someone’s hero a baby, they might be reminded how precious they regard that person as.

Babies grow up into children and then adults.

When you call someone “baby”, they remember they have potential to become so much more than infantile.

But that’s part of what insults are, most of the time, aren’t they?

You call people moronic or animalistic or childish, you get a rush from not knowing if you’re hurting someone or inspiring self improvement, as the person you called a baby writhes in misery of not knowing if they can become less babyish or they are doomed to never be proud of who they are.

To call someone a baby is a very weak insult, because babies, through love and care by parents and guardians, tend to become much stronger.

But that’s where the will to insult gets its lack of shame.

There’s always a hint of trying to make people, somewhere, much better and stronger and nicer, when you mock someone.

Sometimes I feel like the only adult not teething on the friction of purpose and result.

We are just a baby walking off a table,

but I believe true kindness is not a little fable.

I believe the orange guy does so many things that we give other people milk for doing.

LITTLE JAMS: Peeby and The Esskidz

I like what they be doing up on PBS.

Trying to tell kids just try to be chill.

But there seem to be quite the gap

Between what that family friendly stuff want out of us

And what we actually be capable of us.

You could never get by on the tales of chubby dragons.

You couldn’t model yourself on the struggles of friendly puppet neighbors.

People just not be nice enough.

People just go too much to do.

Society be modeled upon

a collection of exceptions

to simply being like a kind lil’ kindergartener.

In my world, the world I see

deathlessly kind, stretching forth into eternity

we got a guide that keep us from being bitchy bastards.

And somehow, it actually work.

Would you do me a favor?

Read the manifesto that I made.

Come with me into the shade.

Find a way to bridge the gap between most of the hunter hustler media

And that little part that be crying just to be real sweet to others.

Let’s be cuttin’ the world a new suit.

Let’s make the dignity now compute.

What else you wanna do?

Join me and my crew.

Maybe someday……TV about how to be seen as kind and true

on a motha fuckin job interview,

is something they gon do,

for me and you and all the others too.

[Purpose-Result Friction] Theory Diaries: The Professor Who Proudly Hated ID Flashing (furious hope)

I returned to my college campus, like I had so many other times.

Having finally founded purpose-result friction theory, I tried to remember things about my past I could see anew.  

Not being allowed into the entrance to linger or use the facilities, I remembered their system for letting students, faculty, and alumni on campus.

You are required to show your I.D. card as you walk in through any of the several gates.

You don’t have to show it carefully.  You can just kind of wave it around.

The guard may easily not see your I.D.   But you shall show it anyway.

The I.D. could not be valid.  But you would use it anyway.

I recalled one of my professors ranting for a little about how the system is useless.

He said, it wastes time, and people could easily bypass the guards, or use a wrong I.D. card.

That assertion produced within me great frustrations that I did find catharsis for until just a few hours ago.

This man, this professor, paid tens of thousands of dollars or more to be a teacher,

He was operating on the friction and tension of purposes and results.

This teacher would not tell you, if he were more evolved, that he literally believed that the I.D. system was entirely useless.

After all, at least quite a few instances of unfairly snooping on the campus must have been prevented at some point.

But the notion of a person daydreaming about how gloriously effective the “flash your damn ID” system was, certainly vexed this professor.

Because surely whoever enacted it may have smiled at the mild inconvenience of having your ID card out being somehow, a worthwhile cost for greater safety,

while not being guaranteed to keep anyone and everyone out who did not belong there.

Now, I personally believe the ID system must have done a great job compared to what was happening before, being a fairly decent deterrent of trespassers, giving accountability, in general, to people who want to go inside of the campus’s many gates.

But what frustrates me is that this man probably agreed with this reasonable and worthwhile endeavor that was enacted years ago.

He might not have even earnestly wished for that system to be changed, he might have even admired that changed to the college.

But he still felt the need to complain. 

He had to decry something that infuriated him.

There was something about “hey, you’ve got to show your ID” that made him feel proudly adamant.

He knew that having to take an extra step was not a huge endeavor.  He knew that it would be fair for even professors to abide.   He knew that terribly imperfect misbehavior deterrents are how so many aspects of society manage to hold together.

But you could see the heat inside of his cheeks!  You could feel the confidence in his eyes!  You could see the power in his massive derision in his lips!

He was being something I ached for someone to be able to explain!  To bring into the fucking discourse!

Security-based, safety-aimed policies that cause inconvenience

are based upon exploiting the tension that exists inside of one situation versus all like situations.

Even those which are harder to justify.

They do not exactly accuse anyone of being potentially harmful.  But those who enforce them act detached from that kind of scorn.

That proud distance and belligerent lack of distance in one’s attitude toward other people

shapes the magnetism of the will to either obey or defy.

Look at the mask situation, for example.

You have the anti-masker saying, if they were more evolved

“I get that you aren’t necessarily trying to inconvenience me, but acting like you’re really , truly not is something I could never respect.”

You have the pro-masker, on the right side of history but still foolish, speaking with their will

“I know you might be suspecting me as someone who could cause harm with strictness, but I respect that you are acting upon better purposes, but this is not a situation where you should make it like that.”

The one who defies the policy, the professor upset about needing ID, does not necessarily have a sense of justification in the statistics that show

it might not be exactly as great a solution that was suggested.

The one who abides, the student taking strange pleasure in showing ID despite not being a trespasser, feeling joy in rather unneccessary contribution, rules barely worth following,

does not consider any proven efficacy of the system as proof that it is not a little bit degrading.

I myself have wished away needing to fiddle with my wallet before.   And yet I feel proud about having to.

Fellow human, is that something you really hate?  Is that a trait that you really love?

No, it’s in the nexus, it’s a way you feel about someone engaged in the tension between what something is meant for, versus what something might do.  

The wavering and pontificating on the heat inside the grinding of causes and effects.

Those of who you feel disgust or respect at the will to be egregiously cooperative have so much in common and society has failed to show you what trait is, that purpose-result friction which motivates nearly everything big brained animals have done.

Literally everyone, from the beginning of human history, arguing, arguing, arguing, about whether any thing leads to what its intentions are, given evidence to the contrary, retreating into the lack of kindness in the intentions of that thing,

wavering from the futility of intended effects toward the indignity in successful results, always swinging and swinging and swing, horizontal and vertical, x axis and y axis, over and over and over and over, ugly and ugly and feeling beautiful and beautiful, on and on and on and on until and past something as horrific as nuclear warfare comes rather close to passing!

Over and over and over and over and it never ends, it never freaking fucking ends,
and I’m sick sick sick sick sick of people being this way to each other,

sick sick sick and tired of seeing things like the coronavirus situation happen and barely even batting an eye at the how and why someone would be so eager to not wear a mask.

And if it makes me a fucking narcissist of the very worst type

to insist that I’ve discovered a fucking emotion,

that I think of myself as 75 brillion times smarter than every last psychologist and pseudo scientist and social fucking commentator who ever lived on this tiny huge oblate spheroid of an island, living and living and dying and dying and dreaming and dreaming and dreaming and dreaming and dreaming and dreaming of the one day, the one fucking day

that human beings finally succeed in not treating each other like total pieces of shit, by fixing what it is inside of the people who really do try very hard at being very NICE to each other but make absolutely terribly examples of themselves to the most belligerent among us who lie upon the fringe, fitting into society extremely effectively and proudly and doing the things we call each other “badass” or “asshole” for with such high energy upon so many internet forums and in so many public freakouts that we put upon display on that internet!

I’m mad, very mad, because I think there’s a dignified balance that we’re close to achieving

and you can see it in fiction and inventions and good relationships and in marketing and music videos and video games and dating profiles and livestreams, private clubs and gardens and disenfranchised groups, and the cries for change in proud majority mother fuckers who hardly ever change themselves but are still not entirely and fully the fascist pieces of shit that you claim them to be.

These mega conservative people you call so many shitty nicknames are terrible, very terrible, I actually think they’re more vile than you say they are, because if we could figure how to get them to love themselves just a little bit less, reliably and unsarcastically,

then you would not be screaming and crying and bitching and biting at your fucking spouse or brother or sister or roommate or whoever in the mother fucking morning after morning after morning

about who should or should not have done what or who is nicer in general than the other and who is the villainous culprit!

I know that some of you are reading this and might leave me a like or a follow and think I have a pretty amusing sort of blog that might be worth some tiny bit of value. You think I might be entertaining. But I assure that I think of myself as saying things that possess many tens of thousands or million or billions of times more value than anything else I’ve ever read.

Detachment from one’s actions is what we honor and denigrate the most. Clinging to one’s faults is that which we worship and pity the most.

I am exposing this emotion, the passion for exploiting the agreed upon dubiousness of connections of anything to anything else.

But if you’re sick of it all, in love with it all, tired of the internet, hopeful for the internet, exhausted by the polarization, tantalized by social division, driven to make a change by the limitations placed upon the reach of your own life, motivated soft and severely by finding something that can keep us from being as good to each other as we fucking act like we are,

Then I implore the fuck out of you to reading Invoke Yourself: a Human Manifesto.

https://thefoundemotion.com/2020/07/06/my-introduction-invoke-yourself-a-human-manifesto-0-1/

Or just keep up with me, as I have reached the point where my theory has been distilled.

The old professor whining about showing his ID,

The people who doubtlessly disagree,

and the one person who managed to dissect such a social rich point, that was me.

I am ashamed at the bigness of the college library.

If I had it my way, the world would only listen to people like me.

At least for a while, until the rest of the world changes.

And we wouldn’t fucking whine, and we wouldn’t obey blind.

We would be SO FUCKING KIND.

Memes of Sheer Dignity: The Most Underappreciated Gamecube Masterpiece

THING WILL MAKE YOU MONEY

THING WILL MAKE US HAPPY

WHY DO YOU NOT DO????

FRIGGING GAME COMPANY….

Denying a good solution for both sides,

now that’s the type of belligerent indignity that makes you feel like a stylish superhero,

just begging to smack the villain and reach the menu screen that tells you you did amazingly.

Or maybe they have good reasons all along.

Maybe you should have cried into the bosom of your emulating PC.

Little Jams: Rural Niceness, Urban Niceness

The hospitality of rural people

is something very real

but it might be empowered by

not having to interact with people

in ways that are inherently inconvenient.

Those of us in the city

really are some grouches

but the way we get along

Is really quite legitimate.

All of us are challenged by

and given benefits from

the situations that we don’t choose to be in.

I get guess the friction that lies inside

what you choose to do and what you gotta do

is what makes people proud of themselves

And makes us so loathing of peers.

The country man

sees more menacing

in someone trying to have their way

the city man

sees more innocence

in someone pushing someone around,

and the reverse could be said for either.

City mouse, country mouse,

I just want to turn it inside out.

Memes of Sheer Dignity – Bodacious Buzzwords!

Sometimes, people may ask you to do things that can feel absolutely pointless.

And they’ll take some pride in it. They might act really freaking gallant.

But that doesn’t mean they’re the villains you say they are.

Sometimes they’re just getting joy from the ability to manipulate possibilities toward self-interested goals,

while not being ashamed to get other people to do the type of emotional labor that they’ve done.

If you can see through their easygoing pride, you can get them to act upon your preferences.



L1’s Alamanac- If Skin Tone Probability Worked a Little Differently

Children tend to acquire the average of the skin colors of their parents.

Light and dark skin combined, almost always make an even light brown.

But could you imagine if nobody was tan, and all were dark or pale?

People could make fun of mixed race marriages,

By telling them their kids would “come out tan”. 

“Tan” would be a slur.  The notion of natural midrange skintones would become a hollering joke.

Or maybe nobody would give a damn.

If you could fuck with the probability of a person’s skin tone according to their genetics,

Race might be treated quite differently.

The same goes for paternity laws.

If you could be even less or more easily identified as belonging to a race,

It would probably just increase and decrease the disharmonies in society.

Things would be quite different, and they’d also be the same.

This is what you get out of a lot of fantasy and sci-fi, a way to show an alternate world based upon our world.

Half of this and half of that,

people seethe to tilt the scale some way.

[Purpose-Result Friction] Theory Diaries- Drunk Guy on My Foot (Karaoke 1)


Back inside of the karaoke bar, the one with the comfy couches….

While talking, the acquaintance suddenly slumped over and fell on one of my feet.

He was still smiling, and possibly mumbling….

for a while, I thought that it must have been a prank.

I had grown very used to people doing things like that.

I suspected he was probably more sober than he was implying,

and was trying to entertain me with the sheer drama of somebody passing out, weightfully.

But no, he indeed had too much beer in his time at the lounge.

Perhaps in his mind, he was simply taking a nap, and had decided to lie down,

and ended up in a strange, drunken slumber.

I was responsible for telling the group what had happened.

I suppose if you haven’t seen someone drink too much,

you’re not really being social.

The purpose of going out to the city

is to have weird stories to tell others, is it not?

We hope for a disconnect between why we went out,


and what happened after we got there.


We hunt for tender excitements,
in the strange atmospheres of private establishments.

L1’s Almanac- How to be Attractive (To Somebody Who Is Attracted to You)

I’ve figured out a way to boil down

the means by which people find success in romantically tense situations.

Some call it “game”. Some call it “navigation”.

Some call it “escalating touch”. Some call it “making someone vibe with u”.

I can only call it this: balancing the lust for possibilities you want

with respect for possibilities the other party makes.

You must somehow lust after what someone else wants,

you must respect your own ability to decline your date’s desire.

If you wish for someone to burn with desire for you,

especially if they cannot be simply won over through good looks or nice personalities,

you must figure out how to make them burn with desire!

Show respect. Show defiance. Make their wishes somehow yours. Show that you won’t defile their dreams as they evolve.

Respectful retreat and regret, always an option. Lustful and lovely lewdness, always ready to make the evening.

Desire itself fluctuates, based on the sensations made from unwrapping possibilities.

Respect the weight of your own primal desires. Honor the potential in them seeing you as a mate.

And most importantly, don’t let these burning contradictions turn you into someone who violates someone else’s sovereignty.

Some of us just haven’t unwrapped what we find attractive about others. Don’t use that as a reason to fuck around with someone.

Too many of us get so good at this, and lose all shame, because of how well they get others to admire them.

Too many of us are great at managing our emotional energy, and that of others,
so much so that they become the most savage kinds of hunters.