Pfft. I'm sabotaging this by not posting.

Wait... Oh crap.

EDIT - :\ I thought this wasn't that spammy type of thread, thought it would be fun at least a bit. Not like this.

Help this guy have 500 coments!!!!

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why dont you go telling me I like ponies!

Ham Farts.

No comment...

I came in to see blargy tits. There aren't any. I am dissapoint.

Spamming FTW!

I came cause of the title. Son, I am dissapoint.

:(

Just doing my part to try and prove them right.

Boop.
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I refuse to help you on your quest !

Oh damn ! :P

I have more comments than you.

Therefore POUTINE

waffles...

Actually, they make terrible fries..

This thread turned out to be very disappointing.

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You are an expression of zero. You are the inability to accept your own inexistence ∴ you are the ability to accept your own existence.

Imagine zero. I know you can. For all our solipsist subjectivity, there is nothing more universal than the concept of zero. Of nothingness. It is only when we imagine somethingness that we differ.

Imagine zero to be the universe. Imagine the universe does not exist. There is only zero.

Zero is neither positive nor negative. Positive and negative would confer existence.

Zero is nothing but the "=" symbol.

Then you give zero temporality, and zero flips the fuck out.

Zero splits. Zero becomes the set {+1, -1}. The split is an agent of vectorization, of temporality. The creation of a dimension, of the lie of duality.

But zero was not in any dimension to begin with. Zero was just zero. Thus zero split in any and every direction simultaneously. Of course, "simultaneously" contains the concept of time, as do most of the verbs and prepositions in this exercise, but you can ignore them, because they are just a linguistic expression of our spacetime-based subjective view of the objective. They do not apply to the concept of zero.

Zero was given c. THE constant. c is nothing but temporality itself. c is zero's inability to reference itself without entropy. c is the cause of subjectivity. c is the illusion of existence.

The shape of the letter 'c' fits rather nicely, doesn't it. In your head, place an imaginary dot between the two ends of the 'c'. Embolden that dot with the concept of zero. Now 'c' is the loop which zero creates as it attempts to reference itself. Feel the concept of zero try to iterate via the loop. Imagine the 'c's filling up the nonexistence surrounding the zero with their "existence" and expanding to infinity.

The set {+1, -1} applies to every dimension, and each item of each set is a vector of self-reference, so each dimension extends to infinity. The equality, the nothingness of zero is still there, because every infinity (of which there are an infinite amount, of course) has its counterpart.

It is a meta-fractal. Each level of the archy ("hierarchy" but without implicit reference to a "upness" and "downness") contains the same: infinite copies of itself. All loops are possible within the meta-fractal, all algorithms, all fractals, all subjectivities.

It is the imperfection of nonexistence's self-understanding which postulates existence. But for every existence—for every subjective viewpoint—there is an opposite, so the existence itself must be an illusion. And from every perspective, there exist infinite perspectives in infinite directions. Everywhere is the center, and thus everywhere is still zero, still nothing.

It is Gödel's Second Incompleteness Theorem. It is the big bang. It is the cause of everything we can see and will ever see, and it is more.

Our own view (and the limits of our view) of the universe could be understood as a specific fractal within the meta-fractal, which would explain its peculiarities. We only perceive in four dimensions. Though through cognition we slowly begin to understand our own nonexistence, our inability to know "God".

There are limits to cognition, and there are limits to empathy. They are one and the same. Both are an attempt at hyperreality, at objectivity, and are futile. We can either express the futility through depression, through a haze of non-expression, or we can accept our nature and dance in the balance of our subjectivity and experience the extremes of our existence while we still can.

It's up to you. The ever-present symmetry of nonexistence reveals, though, that half of the universe will relish in the haze of the lie, unable to accept it, and half will do the dance. And entropy will accumulate ever on.

In the shortest possible linguistic expression, reality is:
Zero verges.

Not just 'zero', because we are the 'verges' part. I'd say we're inherently unable to encapsulate all meaning into a single idea. It would be cheating entropy. But if you'd like to hope, go ahead. I'll see you at the end of the universe when we're just 99.9999% conscious space dust.

meh.