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   Miakoda (hellomiakoda@pdx.social)'s status on Tuesday, 07-Oct-2025 00:30:33 JST Miakoda

   It's fascinating we are hurtling through space at speeds I can't comprehend, and yet I can set this drink on my nightstand. I understand why that works, but it's.still fascinsting

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     Miakoda (hellomiakoda@pdx.social)'s status on Tuesday, 07-Oct-2025 01:20:49 JST Miakoda

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     @sennoma One that duxking bluescreens my brain every time (aaah, it's gonna do it agaaaain telling you this)
     Existance itself makes no sense. What made existance? How did it get here? How is there a place for anything to exist in? If you believe it's god, how'd he get here?
     "Always existed" is entirely illogical.
     And once that existed, the change of events leading to you and I are just utter fuxking nonsense and coincidence.
     There is 0 logic behind my coming to be

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     lower-value human capital (sennoma@chaos.social)'s status on Tuesday, 07-Oct-2025 01:20:51 JST lower-value human capital

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     @hellomiakoda I think about this often. Subjectively I'm standing still, objectively I'm moving at unimaginable speed in a clearly defined but utterly mindblowing path.

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     Miakoda (hellomiakoda@pdx.social)'s status on Tuesday, 07-Oct-2025 01:28:25 JST Miakoda

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     @sennoma Many years ago, some jack ass fish walked up on the shore, and now I have to deal with Zoom meetings and endless paperwork.

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     lower-value human capital (sennoma@chaos.social)'s status on Tuesday, 07-Oct-2025 01:28:27 JST lower-value human capital

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     @hellomiakoda LOL at "bluescreens my brain". 🙂

     "Why is there something instead of nothing?' is one of the Big Questions. My answer depends on my mental health:

     Doing well: call it chaos, file under "Physicists, for the stultification of", enjoy the mystery.

     Doing poorly: a malignant universe has created not just me but an Everything Else designed to make me miserable. The thin thread of hope that holds me to existence is the idea that this universe may have a foot, and I may be its Lego.