Hello Sirs and Mademoiselles.
One of my many pseudonyms is Elijah Jakobi, and I have been directed toward this system of beautiful postings through (I believe) one of its members, certainly one of its followers, and due to my surplus of spare time (no redundancy intended), I have decided to become a member and speak what I see to those who are interested in listening (including myself).
I suppose you may be interested in who I am, and what I may write about. I apologize if I may come off as rather vague or incomprehensible, but every single action that I take is refined, so to speak, through me, and I have thus no intent of being incomprehensible, although my use of language may indeed be rather sketchy at times, so bare through with me. I really don’t care if you want to know who I am. This site is not a networking site for social horseplay, not for fun and games and inattentiveness, so I deduce my actual person is not an issue. I prefer that you pay attention to what I mean rather than what I say, and with that quality, perhaps we can come off as more of friends rather than bickering debaters. It seems to me that being sensitive is far more important than seeking out through manual probing some sort of fault, because it is through manual effort that we are so biased. The method we use is different, not our energy. Am I becoming rather vague? Perhaps I said exactly what I should have, which is not, it seems to me, something that should be over-complicated with the hypothetical constructs.
Do I sound like some sort of particular group? I may, but I have arrived where I am on my own, not through some external guide. I have not studied any theory, nor have I subscribed to any. I do not identify as a rationalist. I identify, if at all, as human, I suppose, and without any sort of governmentally official education in any pool of theories.
I shall not yet give out much personal information, my age and gender included. I am, however, open to guesses at it, as long as they are serious and well executed, the term “well” being the quality of mind over which the execution took place. Not very many people live well, it seems.
I am living in the Pacific North-West, at a lantern lit cherry wood desk covered in the scrawl of yellowed paper note-taking and many pages of rather healthily done calligraphy of the most Chinese variety.
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Hello Sirs and Mademoiselles. One of my many pseudonyms is Elijah Jakobi, and I have been directed toward this system of beautiful postings through (I believe) one of its members, certainly one of its followers, and due to my surplus of spare time (no redundancy intended), I have decided to become a member and speak what I see to those who are interested in listening (including myself). I suppose you may be interested in who I am, and what I may write about. I apologize if I may come off as rather vague or incomprehensible, but every single action that I take is refined, so to speak, through me, and I have thus no intent of being incomprehensible, although my use of language may indeed be rather sketchy at times, so bare through with me. I really don’t care if you want to know who I am. This site is not a networking site for social horseplay, not for fun and games and inattentiveness, so I deduce my actual person is not an issue. I prefer that you pay attention to what I mean rather than what I say, and with that quality, perhaps we can come off as more of friends rather than bickering debaters. It seems to me that being sensitive is far more important than seeking out through manual probing some sort of fault, because it is through manual effort that we are so biased. The method we use is different, not our energy. Am I becoming rather vague? Perhaps I said exactly what I should have, which is not, it seems to me, something that should be over-complicated with the hypothetical constructs. Do I sound like some sort of particular group? I may, but I have arrived where I am on my own, not through some external guide. I have not studied any theory, nor have I subscribed to any. I do not identify as a rationalist. I identify, if at all, as human, I suppose, and without any sort of governmentally official education in any pool of theories. I shall not yet give out much personal information, my age and gender included. I am, however, open to guesses at it, as long as they are serious and well executed, the term “well” being the quality of mind over which the execution took place. Not very many people live well, it seems. I am living in the Pacific North-West, at a lantern lit cherry wood desk covered in the scrawl of yellowed paper note-taking and many pages of rather healthily done calligraphy of the most Chinese variety. も