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❖ THEORETICAL FRAMEWORK : Parseval’s Theorem
❖ CREATIVE MODE / SYSTEM SISYPHUS
❖ RELEASE STRATEGY / PLATFORM LOGIC
❖ MAP OF THE UNIVERSE / COSMIC SCOPE
❖ POST-MATRIX / RELEASE MECHANISM
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VOICE-OVER — — — — 9:
Today’s protruding pebble of knowledge on my windshield is Parseval’s theorem. Like a pinball, my focus struck a geyser of signifiers and decisively landed on this concept—pivotal to what I’m trying to accomplish here:
building the pipeline for my daily creative output — before I die, if I could — because each day, I create more.
It’s like chiselling the ultimate marble mountain, the mother ore of Afyon, Karahisar — the best quarry in the world. After each session, I’ve made history with what I’ve produced — yet no one experiences it, because it’s deferred for release. A release to the pisswall of the internet.
Why is this related to Parseval’s theorem?
First off, it’s in the domain of signal, energy – scales and frequency.
Because it tells me:
The energy is not lost when transformed.
Any release, big or small, made now holds its full charge — even as the crystal palace of its platform remains under construction, expanding to match the scale of my intellectual and aesthetic complexity. A monster of energy. Think of your life force and the microcosm of bullshit that drains it. You must go mega, or go home.
Why am I building THE MAP OF THE UNIVERSE, something that starts with an atom and goes boom infinite? I can literally pull any file of image, sound or words right now at random and still be able to trigger the BIG BANG.
The first human spectacle that defeats time. Like the pyramids, but the recorded life of its architect, explaining to you the inner workings of every building block, its mathematics and function beyond speculation.
This is my non-stop creative mode of being. THE VEIN OF THE CURSE, constantly generating building blocks, inventing COGNITIVE COGS, operating on my own POWER AXIS — and through this internal system, I earn the position: MOST POWERFUL POET OF ALL TIME in expression, in the 9-dimensional MAP OF THE UNIVERSE. Big-headed bastard, am I? It’s really a lottery I won by being born in this epoch, at this conjunction of technology and history, that’s all. The rest is consequential, particularities. The phenomenon of THE POWERFUL POET belongs to wholesome existence.
I am constructing this mega infrastructure in the form of this platform, because to release my works — massive superstructures like SYSTEM SISYPHUS — into the CYBER PISSER would be conceptual and contextual suicide. Ladies and gentlemen, if I don’t create NEWVAGUE.CITY as metaphysical metropolis of the mind, the greatest poet of all time is reduced to the half-second swipe of a post on PISSTAGRAM. Can you fucking imagine the absurdity I’m experiencing? No feedback, no clicks, no views. No audience.
But to release, even what I created yesterday, as raw material — a package of deliverables in POST-MATRIX — is to let it resonate in another dimension, without diminishing its force. That’s what I take into consideration from Parseval.
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PARCEVAL_ POSITS _ ∑‖x(n)‖² = ∑‖X(f)‖²
The energy doesn’t vanish, it just shifts domain.
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meaning START releasing and STOP constructing
bigger cogs before you gain any motion.
And the biting irony.
Your name is motion, KiNo!!! for fuck’s snakes,
open a gash in the fabric of reality with your
mind’s shears and spill the beams
PHOTON SEA — MY LIFE ENERGY
That’s what POST-MATRIX THROWDOWN is for!
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Universal Problem:
Think of a remote ravine in the middle of a fatal draught.
= Your life. Your time. Your precious consciousness.
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a grapevine that constantly yields fruit as you pick.. that’s what I am dealing with. Where is life in this, you might ask.
Enumerating divine beauty?! Are you mad? No, 9’m the Laser Kid.
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DECLARATION OF INDEPEDENCE
9’M THE COMMUNICATING VESSEL
OF THE REVOLUTION OF THE MIND
THE ONLY VIABLE REVOLUTION
THAT IS YET TO HAPPEN!
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