I've been watching Dan Olson's newest video, and I have some strange opinions on it. Not the video, nor it's subject matter, but the whole concept of conspiratorial thinking in general. I feel like I could write a book about my thoughts on how we build our own internal realities, so it's perhaps not surprising that I was paying attention to that over anything else, and I don't have all of my thoughts sorted out yet. My strongest reaction to this video, at the moment, is asking myself why these people are hinging their Dreamworlds on something happening in reality. I know Infinitelism isn't common (or known), but I feel like it wouldn't be a stretch to realize that if you place the fate of your entire world on a specific thing happening, you're screwed when it doesn't happen, and I think we can all agree that reality can't end just for one person, or even a group. I don't know if this is a reasonable thing to think, but I feel as though teaching people how they can build their own Dreamworlds would help with the rise in conspiratorial thought. I've heard that other conspiracy theories and even a lot of religions place the fate of their worlds on there being an oncoming apocalypse. They believe that they can wish for a new reality so much that the Universe will just cave and give them what they want. Not only is that wrong, it's dangerous, because they're trapped in Dreamworlds that will forever be small, flimsy, and static. A Dreamworld that's doomed to die is a Dreamworld that can't grow into something special. That, to me, is just common sense, but apparently not everybody knows this. We need to change that, and so much else about how we talk about the worlds we share that have no connection to the reality we all live in. 

Introduction

     You aren’t reading a story. You’re reading a woman trying to work through her fears of the future using the medium of fiction via characters she’s used for other works. This isn’t meant to be coherent, plot driven, or have much of a point, it’s just something I came up with one day when I was bored. 

    As you read this, I want you to ask yourself; are you a real person? When people look at you, do they see the person you think you are? What would happen if you became famous? Would you cease being yourself? 

     Being an Infinitelist, my image of the apocalypse is having our physics just disintegrate one day, with no clear explanation. I don't picture the world ending on that day, I picture it as the moment we have to accept that it's our responsibility to keep our world real, no matter the cost. I don't think this day is coming any time soon, and I'm the only person I know hoping that science will prove that her version of the apocalypse is wrong. But Infinitelism isn't about a future none of will live to see (I hope). It's about our present world, one in which we clearly need something to believe in, but have no idea how to create something real enough to protect us from that which we can't let ourselves see. 

Ideas

 Staring at the sunshine
Outside her bedroom window,
The writer waits
For ideas 
To be dropped on her doorstep.

Summer is on its way.
The trees have leafed out
And the flowers bloom.
Ideas await
The one who wants
To pen them to the page.

She sits at her desk
Deep in thought,
Waiting for the moment
When the words flow from her pen.

Ideas come and go,
But no one knows
When the right time 
To start writing is. 

     When I picture the future, I picture a world where people have rejected reality altogether. There are no jobs for them to do, not a lot of money for them to spend, and not many places where they can go. So they spend all of their time daydreaming, sharing stories, telling jokes, building their own worlds to escape in. AI has now made it so much easier to lie and spread misinformation that nobody can agree on what the truth is. Many no longer believe that it exists. 

    It's the last post of September, a month where, like most months, a lot of stuff happened, and I didn't pay attention to most of it because I find that after a certain point, crazy things start to feel boring. It doesn't help that I've stopped believing in society. If what I see online is any indication, soon I'll have company. 

The Worth of a Person

They say the worth of a person 
Comes from the things they give.
If that's the truth,
Then I want to be worth nothing.
I'm tired of a world that only takes
And never gives back.
Give me a world in which I am nothing
But a leech. 

   In order to escape from a failed Dreamworld, we first have to accept that it was never real in the first place. This is hard, especially if we don't have a backup, and I think that our world was purposely designed so there would be no way to have a backup Dreamworld. There are a lot of small, weak Dreamworlds, and they may be dismissed, but if I'm unable to live in our Dreamworld because it's no longer real enough to protect me from the Infinite, it's only a matter of time before people elect to live in these one's instead. Even a fool will leave when he's become unhappy. 

The Moment

 I wish this moment could last forever,
The moment before a change,
The moment before our time has ended
And we see into tomorrow.

I wish this peace could be eternal,
This peace that never was,
This peace that was only ever meant to exist
Within the depths of my heart.

     I feel that for humans, the Infinite goes deeper than it does for most of Earth's creatures. I think that when we get angry at a person with power, we aren't angry at the person wearing the mask that grants them authority, we're angry at those who gave them the authority in the first place. For every billionaire, celebrity, and great thinker, there are millions, perhaps billions, of people creating false versions of those they worship, beings of air and light who could be destroyed in an instant, some acting as decoys, others acting as proxy for the real thing. I can't help but wonder if the reason we force everyone to work isn't because we need to, but because if people didn't have to buy into the idea that power is special and desirable, everything the rich depend on would fall apart in an instant.