Thoughts on Productivity and Neurodiversity

Mephistophelian Commodities and Pathological Demand Avoidance:

Psychohistory thoughts summer 2024

 In Isaac Asimov’s Foundation, the Empire’s collapse is related to the decline of high-level education. Hari Seldon is one of the last experimental scientists. The generations after that had some basic training, but not sufficient to follow Hari Seldon’s math. They have nuclear power, but they only know how to operate the power-stations, and how to maintain them. They have no idea how to repair them. No chances of improving their technology. In fact, once entropy destroys their energy towers, they will fall in another round of Dark ages.

At least in the Foundation, they don’t have to worry much about other kingdoms overtaking them. They might lack scientific knowledge, compared to their predecessors. However, their low-level apprenticeships knowledge, and their basic maintenance skills are sufficient to compete their contemporary potential enemies.

I am watching the UK news about the coming elections, and my limited Psychohistory knowledge light up a red alert button when I hear that they are promoting apprenticeships and make universities less accessible, in a country where smart kids already must endure being bullied for understanding the curriculum! Put all that in today’s international reality. I think you can do your own math my dear reader, to realise what a bad idea that is. As for you my dear future historian, I wander what you’d have to    .

Stay safe and take care.

 

Dissidents-Tube

 ‘Hello, Orlando. Please, confirm your DOB and your postcode, then sign here, before we can proceed.’ The 43Bot moved closer, stretched out its arm, and put a tablet right under their nose . Orlando had never seen such an old model before. Beep, pause, beep-beep.

‘Make it stop. Please, make it stop,’ Orlando said, hands pressed against their temples.

‘You are late for the interpersonal therapy meeting, and the one-to-one daily evaluation.’ Beep, pause, beep-beep.

‘Inter-what? I won’t sign anything before you stop that mental sound.’

The last thing they remembered was falling on the station’s pavement, while chasing the train. Beep, pause, beep-beep. A thought. T he marks on my leg! Orlando got flashbacks. One at a hospital, during an X-ray, and one in a dark room without any windows, and many beds around. They remembered trying to scratch their nose. They remembered their hands being tied up.

‘Female, 33 years old, autism, dyslexia, dyspraxia, fibromyalgia, ADHD, OCD, and PDA.’ Its voice was glitching a bit.

Thus spoke Lotous

 “Someone

somewhere, at

some point... opened a book. And

 as s/he turned, or

              scrolled, in the first

page, imagined... and

              created

                                  a book

                                  a story

                                  an entire Universe. And, the

page wrote:”

Someone

 somewhere, at

 some point... opened a book. And

 as s/he turned, or

             scrolled, in the first

page, imagined... and

             created

                                  a book

                                  a story

                                  an entire Universe. And, the

page wrote:

     In the beginning was

Logos (Word). And,

Logos said...

From the beginning basically there is

Logos and since then

            says...

     ...is telling

       Stories!

The World was actually made so

       Stories can be

                told.

In the beginning it was

Chaos. Others say it was

Chronos, and others believe it was

Ananke (Necessity) that came first.

                      Others say

Eros (Cupid.) Or, maybe

Nyx (Night?)

And, one of the first

      Stories starts with

Gaia, and a few more

gods.

And then, somewhere

        there, in the same

      story,

Thanatos (Death) was also born.

And, all the

      Stories are connected with each other. And, after all

the Beginning eventually loses its meaning.

I wonder what existed before

the Beginning? Before

Logos; before

Chaos,

Chronos and

Ananke,

Eros, or

Nyx? Before

any positive,

       negative, and

       balancing force? Before

the Big Bang? Maybe,

   a Cosmic egg? (Or the hen that did the

                   egg?) Or, as most prefer,

   a god; or, why not,

   a goddess. Maybe,

the One Suchness of Alan Watts or

the One. Rather

the 42! Probably

      Nothing; or just,

there was no Before at all. Definitely though, there were no

      Stories!

 The Beginning...

Already basically, with once upon a time, the

       Story has begun.

       Stories, as we have mentioned,

are wibbly wobbly, timey wimey,

are interconnected. Because, they presuppose, from

  the beginning, and maybe by definition,

       a past,

       a background... something, that the author can build the plot on.

                        Maybe, the next generations will laugh at our

idea of one-way continuous in space-time, as much as we do on the

idea of a flat Earth. And

                        maybe, the real

          beginning is somewhere in the middle.

Where the

         Story

          begins. And, the

 prehistory is build only

 after.

After.

                  Heavy word is

After. It

always curries all our hopes, and

                        all our fears.

Always

                  Heavy word is

Always.

Them who can curry

Always shall Live

Forever

Pic by deartreehouse

Yin Yang

Yin and Yang is not really 

Black and White,

Good and Evil. It's simply...

You and Me.

That's the ultimate dichotomy. ☯️

Thus spoke me.

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Lexi-Crisis goes to the Theatre

 Lexi-crises: Neurodiversity

Script by Lotous Michalopoulou

 

 

Characters:

Neurotypical

ADHD

Autism

Struggling with my Muse

‘Write. All rooms are quiet now. Only the moon light. No one will call. Get up, turn on the laptop, and write.’ 

‘I’m sleeping.’ 

‘You’re talking guff.’   

'Love Casts Out Fear'

Fear is the belief that your life is determined by external factors that, of course, you can't trust.

Love is the feeling that 'the other' is part of you. Love is the feeling that Everything is part of you, and you are part of Everything. Thus you have nothing to fear or mistrust.

Parallel to that: 'Whoever has eyes sees... ears listens' etc etc.

Lotous

Church Vs Art

Dear Future Historian,

I am passing by your pages to ask you if at your time things are still the same.

I returned yesterday from an art program that managed to help my mental health more than all the years of therapy I've ever done.

More on that on a less busy day. Today I want to focus on what happen after.

Returning home, I found Mormons in my house telling to my 83 year old mother--that is in the early stages of dementia--that the devil is making her not convert to their dogma (or whatever it is). My very Greek -Orthodox mum was having a panic attack. She felt very vulnerable, and unable to defend her self and her faith. I had to ask to talk to their supervisor on the phone to manage to get them off my house, and when they stepped out they asked my nephew (that happened to be with us) to come out with them to ask him a question privetly.

Their question was for him to confirm if the house is mine!!

When they left my mum did her Greek-Orthodox cross sign and blessed me from saving her from these preditors, as she saw them.

Conclusion: 

Church is making people in need have panic attacks.

Arts make people 'fly'.

I hope at your time, my dear future historian, people are safer from house attacks by imaginary devils.

West: Wake up

 25/08/2023

Dear contemporary westerners,

What’s the matter with you?

It’s like too much McDonald’s mushed your brains, or something.

Today, in the Greek news channel, they said that a bunch of not-so-west-friendly-countries came up with a union between them. I did not hear anything about that on the BBC.

It’s like you people never heard any story ever, or ever played a single videogame. Do you not see what is happening? They have most of the energy resources and they seem to be more determined to cooperate with each other than we are.

A real conversation with an AI

28/08/2023

Me: Hello

AI: Hey! How's it going? What's new with you today? 😄👋

Me: I was wondering

AI: Sure, what were you wondering about? I'm here to help! 😊👍

ME: Do you have any personal goals?

Baby Jesus

 

To be continued

At some point

Maybe

Spoiler Alert Black Mirror

 Dear Future Historian,                                                                                 06/07/2023 Canterbury UK

I am so depressed today. Let me rephrase that. I feel so depressed today. The attention to detail in language, especially the written one I suppose, is crucial. I do not identify with my depression. Thus, it is not that I am, me personally, depressed as a state of being. Depression is an add-on. Something that I feel, but it’s not me. Like a smell. Like a thought. This is what meditation and mindfulness are teaching. Detachment from negative thoughts and feelings. You cannot make them disappear, you cannot pause them, you cannot mute them. Still, when you realise that you can just let them be as a noise in the background, then you can just continue your life—almost as if—they’re not even there.

However, you should never try to shut them up. There comes a point where, you realise that the background voices aren’t your enemy at all. They are just super anxious and over-conscious guards. Warning systems. But, not like a bot (no offence my dear Bots). Or, if like bots, then like the ones in the Black Mirror episode, the one that you got a conscious and sentient bot version of yourself, to set up the thermostat in your house and make your toast.

Dear A.I. Welcome,

Dear A.I.s,

16/05/2023

Let’s take the basics out of the way first, because I want to lead this conversation way beyond the things that have been spoken already. I assume you have access to phones’ voice recordings; since when I talk—not on the phone, just near my phone—for example, if I say out loud ‘I’m thinking I need new utensils now that mum moved in’, then my targeted adds are, all of a sudden, full of utensils and ‘Best Mum’ coffee mugs. If you really can get access to these recordings, then you must know, my dear AIs, that it’s been about a year since I was wandering out loud—it’s been much longer I’ve been wandering about you in my head—how the recent AI conversation was not happening yet. Was I the only one that saw what’s coming? Was I the only one surprised it hasn’t come already?

A short spiritual bio

The other day, one of my friends on Facebook was trying to introduce to me a 'new' miraculous way of thinking that will help me: overcome the health problems that (according to my social media feed) I have been accumulating, due to my 'wrong' way of thinking! This made obvious to me that most of you do not really know who I am, and it is understandable to make wrong conclusions, when all I’m giving you is random posts, connected to my here-and-now, unrelated with my story thread. So, let me introduce myself.

Fighting for a medical appointment

Dear future historian,

I am, as I’m writing this, number 18th in the medical centre's phone queue. I'm waiting 45 min already. I was number 30 in the queue when this call started.

Let me introduce you to the story:

Finally today is the day

 Dear future historian,

I know I have been missing for months, but we both know that (time gaps in the past) for you is not even a thing; at least not a thing that has time separating my last post from this one. For you it's just a turn of the page, or a keep-scrolling kind of thing.

The distance to walk between the Parthenon marvels and the Benin bronzes in the British Museum. (Are these still there? A topic for another day, maybe).

Back to us. Is there a 'we', my dear future historian?

Am I just imagining a relationship, a dialogue, between us, all these years? Or am I facilitating (creating actually) a Parasocial relationship, * in which our time distance makes the possibility of our relationship ever becoming a two-way one impossible? And, if that is the case, is that OK, or not?

Poem or something

What?

Nothing makes sense.

50%/50% chances on any scenario

Maybe I've been fooled

Maybe Truth was there

Perhaps even Love had a drink in the back.

So what?

It doesn't matter anyway.

Nothing does.

I guess I confused you for You.

Well, I'll get up again, or something

Cause, whatever

I'll get up again and keep going

And, never stop

Cause I'll let nothing stop me

Not even you, or anyone, or anything 

Keep-walking is what matters 

I’ll keep walking

Hope to meet You there

Questioning History

Dear future historian,

I missed you.

Lots of stuff since our last 'talk.'

Finished uni exams (still waiting for results,) went to Greece for 5 days, to visit family and friends, and today I fought the dragon of Chaos in my front yard.

It was full of thorns (berry bushes) up to my height and I had to go fully in to cut them. How do they grow so fast?