Our Innate Desire for 7lkj6nmh34ness

There is no word that can fully describe 43970h43ness completely. It's randomness, disorder, spontaneity, don't give a fuck attitude, impermanence, change, uniqueness, irrationality, chaos, art, creativity, freedom, and much much more.

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Sometimes we just feel a need to disregard it all? Grammar? Syntax? I don't even,,, hahahahahhhaaha,.,,:;*^3@
I see a red line underneath some of the misspelled words. Good. THat adds variety. Blue lines underneath sentence fragments. Great. Even more colors. We are painting with words.

Perhaps the rise of emojis is a primal desire to return to the indescribable nature of 3kt9kch4389ness.

They say that a picture is worth 1000 words. wR0Ng. I say it's worth a random distribution of number of words. It's not even a normal distribution. Even how the distribution looks is rnaodm. It could look something crazy like this

You can't pronounce an emoji or a meme, but they represent powerful ideas that are open to interpretation. They are often far more effective methods of communication than just using words. Our expression are restricted by words. Ancient peoples who used pictograms knew this. But over time, people lost their artistic creativity as civilization gained order and efficiency. This is why artistic expression never dies out.

Art has no practical function, yet perhaps it is has the most practical function. In The Decline of the West, Oswald Spengler explains the importance of art in life cycles of civilization. The death of a civilization occurs when bureaucracy, accounting, and engineering overpowers the arts. Nassim Taleb has rewritten extensively about logical fallacies based in poor understanding of statistics, yet he is happy to be fooled by randomness when it comes to art.

The marginal utility provided by art cannot be easily quantified. The utility function probably isn't even continuous or differentiable at any point. It's a completely irrational clusterfuck. One moment you might see a piece of abstract art as worthless garbage, and the next you could feel that it's super profound, then the next you realize that the profoundness doesn't make any sense, so it is actually garbage? Or is it? Maybe the artist is just mindfucking you with reverse psychology. Or more probable: you are choosing to be fooled by randomness or not. Once you are conscious of this mental behavior, you lose change your perception of judgment and the artwork has accomplished its objective, if you can say that it has any objective at all.

I've been rapidly learning about very logical topics recently. k89t89tbh9ness is needed to throw myself a curveball to prevent myself from getting too stuck in one mindset.

There is a desire for variety in life. I have no control over how 398tk89dness manifests itself. Originally, I was going to analyze some Frank Yang videos and give a few crazy anecdotes about friends and myself

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I'm seeking 43n8t9k9y78d79ness

Bet you didn't see this coming if you have been following my posts on antifragility and metalearning. Well, this post is in itself an antifragile metalearning experience. Your mind is a fractal Klein b0ttle,,,,,,