The pursuit of beauty is the labor of perfecting knowledge and dragging it forth into the visible world. Before man was, nature undertook this work in blindness, tried by the near hand of hunger and weather and earth and time. But man, having come into knowledge, may range by will through the unmarked country of forms, answerable in the end to no tribunal save the old laws by which suns burn and stones fall.
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How do you raise your own agency, or someone else's?
I think you do it by collecting existence proofs and not by trying harder.
The reason high-agency people are high-agency is that their world is densely populated with memories of times the wall turned out to be a door: their own experiences, and the borrowed experiences of people around them who casually did impossible-seeming things.
Each existence proof redraws a little piece of the map, turning ocean into coastline. You can't argue someone into agency, but you can show them one wall dissolving, and then another, until their prior shifts on its own.
This is probably also why agency clusters socially. It's not just that agentic people befriend each other. It's that proximity to one agentic person floods you with existence proofs you'd never have generated yourself.
You watch your friend talk his way out of the parking ticket, negotiate the "non-negotiable" salary, get the meeting and even though you did nothing, your map quietly updates.
The wall you'd never have questioned now has a faint outline of a door penciled in. Next time, you might try the handle.
@tomowenmorgan That is very interesting. The boundary, sometimes symbolized by the Cedar, is that place where one realizes one is looking into a mirror. Empty of blemishes the reflections of a mirror looking into itself are endless.
It is endless, yet a (the?) boundary is rooted still.
@tomowenmorgan Close. The lesson is Love.
And it can be said there is no Hell per se.
Although some will actually have a harder time 'reorienting' than others. And a few find they are fully oriented.