I am an extreme unlearner.
Over time I have systematically dismantled the layers of gullibility and cultural conditioning that once shaped my view of the world. This was not a casual process; it was deliberate, sustained, and ongoing.
I question the foundational accounts we are given of our origins, of the past, of the nature of reality, of time, of the structure of the universe, and of evolution. These domains are treated as settled by orthodoxy. I treat them as open.
Claims advanced by so-called experts within conventional fields I view with caution. I feel they are provisional statements not absolute fact. useful at times, incomplete, and frequently bound by assumptions.
My own orientation is informed by a close engagement with Planckian theory. From that vantage, the idea of the matrix, the simulation hypothesis, appears to me to be increasingly coherent. A growing number of serious scientific minds now regard it as a plausible description rather than a speculative curiosity.
I hold no fixed dogma. I simply refuse to inherit conclusions. I believe nothing interpretive (including my own) should be accepted as authority. Everything must remain subject to scrutiny.
All that said I will attempt to make the journey fun, enlightening and sometimes sexy.
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I am Scheherazade and I did what I needed to do.
Sultan Shahryar has taken a different young woman for her body every night and the next day has my father his grand Vizier, execute her. I volunteered mine to stop the cycle. I have a plan you see. I am beautiful and intelligent. I know philosophy and history, I'm creative and imaginative and I know how to please a man in bed. Or out of it.
I tell him clever tales that open like thighs and close just before the climax. Always unfinished. Always leaving him hard with need for the ending, the next night.
For One Thousand and One Nights the beautiful Scheherazade preserved her life in this way.
At the end of this time the Sultan had lost interest in the murder of young concubines. Scheherazade's plan succeeded.
The Epic of Gilgamesh is, in the formal judgment of most literary scholars who have studied it, one of the oldest surviving works of literature in human history. Its origins extend back to Sumerian oral tradition that predates even the earliest cuneiform writing, though the version that George Smith discovered in Ashurbanipal's library dates to approximately the 7th century BC. The story it tells, however, was already ancient when Ashurbanipal's scribes copied it — drawing on Babylonian and earlier Sumerian versions that stretch back at least to the early 2nd millennium BC.
The poem was composed in twelve tablets, each one advancing a different phase of the narrative. It begins with a description of Gilgamesh, king of the Sumerian city of Uruk, who was described as two-thirds divine and one-third human — a king of extraordinary strength, intelligence, and arrogance whose people initially feared rather than celebrated his rule. It follows his unlikely friendship with the wild man Enkidu, their shared adventures against divine monsters and supernatural forces, and then — in what forms the emotional core of the poem — Enkidu's death and Gilgamesh's subsequent confrontation with his own mortality.
It was this confrontation that sent Gilgamesh on the journey that would eventually produce the flood narrative. Terrified of death and seeking immortality, he set out across the world in search of the only mortal man whom the gods had granted eternal life: a figure named Utnapishtim, who lived at the edge of the world beyond the Waters of Death. And when Gilgamesh finally found Utnapishtim and demanded to know the secret of his immortality, Utnapishtim told him the story — the story of the flood, and of how the gods had warned him and commanded him to build a boat and bring all living things aboard it.
The parallels to the Genesis account are extensive and specific: a divine decision to destroy humanity, a chosen individual warned in advance, a vessel built to specific dimensions, animals taken aboard, a catastrophic flood, the sending of birds to find land, the eventual resting of the vessel on a mountain.
#archaeohistories
Sappho (c. 630–570 BCE) was an ancient Greek (Hellenic) lyric poet from the island of Lesbos, plato called her the “Tenth Muse.” only a little of her life is known, but her surviving poetry centers on intense desire for women.
She was born into an aristocratic family on Lesbos, she spoke the Aeolic dialect. Her mother was Cleïs and she had several brothers, her fathers name is unknown. The island’s name later gave rise to the term “lesbian” for women who love women, precisely because of Sappho’s verse.
She was reportedly exiled to Sicily around 600 BCE, and led a circle of young women devoted to poetry, music, and Aphrodite. Only fragments of her work survive. The tale of her suicide over a man named Phaon is a later probably patriarchal or misogynistic legend with no historical basis.
Sappho’s poetry is the earliest and most explicit surviving expression of female same-sex desire in Western literature. She writes of longing, jealousy, and physical passion for women such as Atthis and Anactoria; comparing one beloved’s beauty to armies and fleets, describing the bodily symptoms of desire while watching a woman with a man.
This homoerotic focus made her the defining figure of love between women: “sapphic” coming directly from her name, and “lesbian” from her island.
I am Scheherazade and I did what I needed to do.
Sultan Shahryar has taken a different young woman for her body every night and the next day has my father his grand Vizier, execute her. I volunteered mine to stop the cycle. I have a plan you see. I am beautiful and intelligent. I know philosophy and history, I'm creative and imaginative and I know how to please a man in bed. Or out of it.
I tell him clever tales that open like thighs and close just before the climax. Always unfinished. Always leaving him hard with need for the ending, the next night.
For One Thousand and One Nights the beautiful Scheherazade preserved her life in this way.
At the end of this time the Sultan had lost interest in the murder of young concubines. Scheherazade's plan succeeded.