1:2:1 Fantasy:Drone:Dust

do you sell yourself to the public?

Last week's poll results. Only 4 votes in total. Is that a silly question- magic? Is the vote box shrouded in the mist of irrelevance? Well, it is relevant. Just as a stick is relevant to a beating, just as dark thoughts are relevant to the socially acceptable norm which they inherently break, just as acid is relevant to a self-harming God. Magic can burn, magic can steal, magic can turn you into a frog and leave you renting a house in France.

I myself believe in magic, but not the kind which dumbs your mind into thinking about it.Real magic is what I have in my mind. There is no point in trying to convince someone to change their views upon a topic if they reached the different conclusions to mine in this vote without outside influence, so to quote a friend of mine, go die in a hole.

better start bleeding, economics next, Paulius

Set-up, hah!

Everyone, excluding of course the minority of crazy, wants money. They work for it. The world revolves around all kinds of currency. Some even like money, they want it, seek it, plaster their walls with the smallest denomination banknotes- would not it be much more fun to make money? That's what entrepreneurs are up to. They not only seek money, they seek profits. Otherwise they'd lose money! Not in the sense of displacement, nor the money knowing its exact location, but ignoring where the location is. It would disappear completely, whilst existing on a computer screen with a big minus next to the figures. A profit is the return gained on an undertaken risk.

A risk of not making any sales, is the highest disincentive faced by enterprise. It's not the fact that consumers will look down upon businesses, whisper cruel explicitness of disrespect and walk-off leaving the set-up with a mini mental breakdown. People who operate at social norms and have mobility of status do not cross boundaries that would take them deeper into description, they just won't buy products that are of no use or interest to them. The business will suffer bankrupt, whither and die, although economics is a religion with strong evidence of reincarnation. The more unconventional a good or service is, the higher the risk of not making any sales. This is more like Business Studies- businesses- but economics is a pinch of everything.

So, how are profits made? Pressed firmly onto a blank banknote to be? In a way. Total revenue needs to be higher than total costs, simple. Here is a diagram from an exam question that I have conveniently found in a pile of papers not labelled 'GCSE Economics':

draw a break-even diagram for suicide

Costs are costly, they also have different types and apply to everyone, not just entrepreneurs who sweat their backs off, somehow. Fixed costs are the ones that do not change with output- the same as suicide produces death, where the fixed cost is life, non-variable mortgages slowly itch away when you see your so called 'smart' friends, who are just indeed lucky boast about their low variable interest payments and stay quiet of the soaring ones, where the fixed cost is the interest paid each month. Variable costs vary with output. For example, slow death may be the output of a low variable cost of jumping off the roof of your house and unintentionally breaking your spine, surviving and taking years to die as a vegetable, whereas a higher one would include buying strong drugs or domestic cleaning products. Total costs are all costs added up. Total revenue is all the money made by the subject of the diagram- in the example above, the pizza business. Loss is made up to the break-even- at which TC=TR -and profit  is everything after the break-even point.

Now, I said I will tell you how to make a profit, I lied. It will be in some other post. Not everything is as it seems, exactly the same as an actor depicting a KKK member walking down Barking and Dagenham from a performance after which he has forgotten his clothes in the dressing room.

macro after next micro, Paulius

Existentialism- no, noo, noooooooo, NO.

Big red X- you do not exist!

Look, you simply do not exist, you're not here, I do not know about your so-called 'mind',  you, you robot! Very suave imitations, very, but! I am a step ahead of you! I have created a virus that will delete all mindless creatures. How will it determine who has minds? You simply won't be afraid of it. Viruses, like dogs, can smell fear. No fear means that you are supposed to die, psychopaths are not welcome on Earth anyway. I have succeeded! All human-faking robots have been exterminated! Yet...I do not feel my body, I can't move, I... I'm a machine!? No, it can't be..! How!? The...the vi...the virus killed all robots, did it not? I seem to remember the emotion of liberation, when they left...no! I left. Not them!

Who were they? Where am I? What am I? Why!?

how mind-blowing, my neurons are in orgasm....economics to follow, Paulius

First essay, not even finished...

...getting worse and worse with each paragraph. Maybe because it was written in half an hour at 7am in the morning after staying up all night without sleeping, but watching TV and lulzing.

Anyway, short and rubbish post, here's the link: Essay. It can also be found in the 'downloads' section.

I apologise for the appalling language used in this post, but my image is me, Paulius

Why Ryle Was Right

"I'll fuck your mind"

Philosophy classroom, Gilbert Ryle being dissed, nodding along. Ever since that day- about a week ago- my thoughts kept coming back to questioning materialism. Questions are healthy. If Ryle was mistaken, then our minds should operate without our bodies, without physical substance. What is a mind? They should be free, not cased in our heads, as somewhat attached, tied together. How does consciousness arise? It seems, to me, that it's so much easier to think that a mind is free, it gives us a sense of control. But if it's free, not extinguished by the death of our bodies, where does it 'go'? On holiday? Maybe no-one truly died, ideas are old. We do think, but can you define a thought? Materialism has it's right points as well. We are not real. We are digital avatars. Our thoughts are program string executions. Define reality.

So it seems my friend from Lithuania was right. I have not yet taken the longitude to enlighten myself, so all this is pure bullshit, but adding everything together for him turned out to exclude our own existence from the answer. Coolio.

you will not see much substantial philosophy here, try out this, Paulius

FOPs, CELLs and OC

FOPs (Factors of Production) are CELLs (Capital, Enterprise, Land and Labour). How and why fops suddenly are cells at the same time as being fops is beyond comprehension, but nevertheless, they are and no argument will ever change that. Ever. Moving swiftly on to sustain this paragraph making sense of the above title, let's discuss fops (or cells) individually, in an order that also makes the most sense.

Flat land can be bad too

Land is first of all an asset. Any natural resource- fields, rivers, mountains, mineral deposits, clouds- claimed by ownership and is not traded by truckloads, it is exchanged via paperwork, increasingly just keyboard and mouse work in present times. It is the starting pit of most things- houses, oil wells, the "plant tree" on your bucket list,car parks, sheds, rabbit holes- demanded by homeless people and supplied by the creator. The creator now wants to make a profit. Quality is the most significant reasoning behind the price of land. Good, flat land fetches far higher points on a diagram than derelict, hilly bad land- society's instinctively prejudiced against hills, people get lost in them. Exactly the same applies to rivers and oceans, but not here.


Labour, essentially, is a human. It does work and gets paid for input or output, its wages having been determined by the quality of its skills and expertise as well as quantity of performance. It produces a good or service. This is written down (or typed up) in a table with many headings due to fear of health and safety departments which employ lawyers that carry large, expandable suitcases. Humans are living capital.

Cheese instead

Capital, by textbooks, is defined as any man-made aid to production, but not cheese. However, cheese is man-made and is an aid to production as it provides carbohydrates which are the source of energy and will prevent a banker falling asleep by stimulating the brain and consciousness. I think. Capital is not usually described as a consumer non-durable. Although, economics does not have to be textbooky, nothing does, textbooks are just words. So, cheese... not a prime example of capital. Here's diction you're likely more familiar with- factories, machinery, railways. All in all, capital is investment. Like buying a Coke to clench your thirst for the moment of rash decision when it's "ONLY £1!", resulting in a highly productive hour without distractions such as "I need a drink". Performing such events constantly will, however, deteriorate health. Ask a tramp.


Following the chronology of 'get land, labour agriculture, upgrade to machinery, fire workers, pay more tax for benefits and retraining, swear' we reach enterprise.


Enterprise is managing the other factors to make a profit. That's it.

Now, what's OC I don't hear you ask? Well... just as I lied by saying that fops are solutions to scarcity, I have lied in the title by adding OC- it's in the upcoming post.

I will follow up with how to manufacture profits, stay tuned for extra indoctrination, Paulius

Mirror mirror on the wall... DON'T KILL ME!!!

And when he looks up?

Fear can take on many forms- darkness, spiders, clowns, candy offering by-passers, hobos, dead people rising from derelict graves to complain to the local council, the lot- but these are rational. I think. They can be explained away, they can be overcome, they are silly. However, being slightly on the thin purple line drawn by society separating strange quirkiness and paranoid behaviour, I have come across a different kind of fear. Something...paranoid.

Questions asked usually have answers that are easily comprehended. For example 2-1=1; "why are Pink Floyd so awesome?". "because they are musical GENIUS"; "how did the universe begin?", something on the lines of "The Big Bang"... "why are we here?", "next please!"; "are you real?", "next please!"; "do dolphins know giraffes roam the land?" tougher nuts to crack, huh? So existentialist questions, they are the ones that have (or don't have) the most elusive true answers. Anyone can answer randomly, but how can it be clarified, how can you be certain that I exist when you cannot experience my mind? This leads to me lacking terminology to explain everything in a chronological order of how I would have learnt it in a course such as Philosophy if it was undertaken a few years ago. I will try to get by with simple language, the words do not mean anything anyway.

Look in your mirror- dramatise eyeballs, clench your teeth, wave your hands, ruffle your hair- what do you see? You making grimaces, burning calories, getting ready for a photo? Is it you though? Not anyone else? How can you prove either way?

Of course, the mirror reflects streams (waves) of photons that bounced off objects and now have shifted to a particular frequency to display a certain colour in your palette. They are there. Yes? Quantum (microscopic) Theory states that a photon, and for that matter any particle, can exist in a superposition of states- be at two places at the same time- if there's no disturbance. Now, disturbance is observation of the two states, which cause the whole scheme to deteriorate and hide away under a rug specifically designed by the manufacturer to hide things of such nature, but let's not drone on a subject that no-one in the world pretends to understand. Two photons- what if the mirror links to another universe, or even just another world?

If you believe in an infinite universe like me, there is an infinite number of possibilities. Anything that can happen, will happen. Somewhere out there, exists a world exactly like ours, the same to every single minute detail- the exactly same history, exactly same registers, exactly same strings of DNA and magnetic storms of the Sun, exactly the same fingers like mine typing away, hoping to spread this to exactly the same people. Every one of us exists infinitely.

Relating to the mirror, am I mimicking someone else when I pull a face? The fact that everything is exactly the same in that world, means that they are having exactly the same thoughts as me, and I can say I would not hurt me, so I am not afraid of me. But an infinite number of possibilities- infinitely more than the number of atoms in the universe- means there's an upside-down world with my evil twin, who may come out of the mirror at night and steal my dreams. Now, a little far-fetched, but it is a possibility.

lost my train of thought, goodnight!