AI, is it smart? No... the mathematician proves it. Cubed Rooted Negatives are impossible. But Quartic and Eighthic rooted negatives are not. The fool says AI can be intelligent, because he believes It already is---though, it is merely mimicry. Not creativity. It repeats the formulae of essays Upon essays, and only knows how to simplify them; It doesn't understand nuance. P cannot equal NP all the time--- Some NP cannot equal P---yet, it is not in my poem. Someone is editing my work, without my knowledge. I swear an oath, but it is not so. It is only my faulty memory. I said, "Not Always" but not "Some". Jordan Peterson wants to create a perfect world with Religion's Law, But such a world would be unmerciful, Save God reign, and judge, and preside over our hearts and minds. Law without Grace is Hell. I walk through the State Park, The tree with an ear has a microphone, So I believe, and the Bathroom too, And the tree that looks like a boob. It opens up to an underground base, And in the lake, when drained, They prepared for World War III, And the rockets would ascend out of the waters. I would wave my hand, and with faith it would all vanish, And I would be left unmolested. The Carpenter ant, so giously walks across my path Bold, and happy, with the little samara shivering in her mandible. I wonder if God's eyes are not on such little things. The plane with the red tailfin flies by, ever so silently, So I wonder if it is a chariot from Jotunheim, And the funny camera by the roadside reads my thoughts. The preacher preaches a sermon on the most horrific child abuse; She screams, "Where was God when my uncle had done so!" Where was God when my best friends abandoned me And showed no inkling of mercy toward my youthful offense? Or when my peers bullied me? Or when my mother divorced my dad? Or when all the mean and nasty things were said? Yet not one hair on my head was ever harmed--- Where was God when my dad received cancer From the shame and disappointment of his beloved son? Yet God's providence has always protected me. I know not why, but possibly because He knows I will never lose my faith.
Category: Uncategorized
Ten Commandments and the Temple of Satan Tenets
Let me first put the Ten Commandments up, and explain a little about why each of them exists. 20 And God spake all these words, saying, 2 I am the Lord thy God, which have brought thee out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of bondage. 3 Thou shalt have no other gods before me. Explanation: The reason why, is that the LORD taught a perfect ethic, and deviating from it leads to suffering. If the LORD's Law were honored, it would create peace, love, and joy, and it would lift the hearts of many. 4 Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image, or any likeness of any thing that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth. 5 Thou shalt not bow down thyself to them, nor serve them: for I the Lord thy God am a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children unto the third and fourth generation of them that hate me; 6 And shewing mercy unto thousands of them that love me, and keep my commandments. Explanation: Idolatry, such as Cell Phones, or the idols where people prayed to their past relations, is twofold. On one hand, idolatry distracts us from relationship with our fellow man and creature, while on the other hand idols cannot answer prayer. They cannot bestow upon us the joy nor peace nor love, but rather, if anything, bestow on one a somber melancholy, and distress, and at the worst, it leads to murder, and abortion, and perversion of a sexual nature. Idolatry, at its fruition, will always teach a bad ethic, as one is placing an idol above God, and therefore, looks to that idol for their answers. Which, the idol can give none, except despair and disorder. It can only answer its worshipper with silence, or it will answer them with emptiness and grave countenance. 7 Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain; for the Lord will not hold him guiltless that taketh his name in vain. Explanation: The LORD will not hold the man guiltless, who takes His name in vain? Why? One should be a friend of the LORD, and in communion with Him in everything. One should answer, and talk with the LORD as a friend. And one does not take their friend's name as a word of profanity. Also, the LORD is like a spouse. He is like a husband, engaged to us through the Holy Spirit, and taking His name in our mouth, is like taking the one we are married to, and using their name as a curse. The LORD is also like a Father, and profaning Him is like taking one's own beloved father in their mouth---even if one does not have a beloved father, the LORD can fill a heart. 8 Remember the sabbath day, to keep it holy. 9 Six days shalt thou labour, and do all thy work: 10 But the seventh day is the sabbath of the Lord thy God: in it thou shalt not do any work, thou, nor thy son, nor thy daughter, thy manservant, nor thy maidservant, nor thy cattle, nor thy stranger that is within thy gates: 11 For in six days the Lord made heaven and earth, the sea, and all that in them is, and rested the seventh day: wherefore the Lord blessed the sabbath day, and hallowed it. Explanation: The Sabbath Day is about economics and rest. The core being, that when there is rest, there can be enjoyment and community with the things God has gifted us. The Sabbath is about enjoying the rest of the LORD, communing with fellow believers, and if we do our own pleasure on the Sabbath Day---that is go and exact others of their labor, and find our pleasure at their expense---we cause them to have no rest. And when there is rest, there is equity, and the Law abounds and people can go about their lives, and have more prosperity. As work builds up when there is rest, and it leaves more opportunity for work to be done, and therefore gain and prosperity. 12 Honour thy father and thy mother: that thy days may be long upon the land which the Lord thy God giveth thee. Explanation: Even having the most abusive and degenerate parents, we ought to honor them in everything. For they gave us life, and even if our life is hard, and our days long, we ought to honor our father and mother. For by bestowing this honor upon them, we teach ourselves mercy if our parents were hard, but also gratitude if our parents were merciful. And by this, we sow into the world kindness, and not bitterness, and can be right toward all peoples. 13 Thou shalt not kill. Explanation: Murder is the easiest sin to understand... but there is a time to kill. Which in war, there is a time for evil. But unless the commandment to kill comes from Authority, it cannot exist. And at the end, Death will be at the bidding of the LORD, and the LORD will have authority to punish sin, and throw into hell. 14 Thou shalt not commit adultery. Explanation: Adultery is cruel. There is no more precious love in this world, than a man and woman. And to dissuade or be distant in that relationship, it causes the lovers to feel angst, and confusion, and weakens the bands of love. Not only this, but we can extend the knowledge of adultery to our every day, by not being aloof or avoidant, but by allowing ourselves to be charitable toward all, and allow ourselves the opportunity to bond with new people. But, also, to create boundaries, as the marriage bed is to remain undefiled, for there is no greater scorn, or injury, than to have one's beloved be unfaithful. There is no other injury worse, and no pain as deep. 15 Thou shalt not steal. Explanation: Theft is easy to understand, except there are many who wish the state to enforce theft, for the masses. What a man works for, by that he ought to live. And only be begrudged to give his sustenance by means of tax, or by means of his own charity. When we wish to excise taxes so that the whole of one's income is pooled by those who have not worked for it, that is sin. For the sin of the world, is to want to reap a harvest, where they have not sown. 16 Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbour. Explanation: You ought to never bear false witness against your neighbor. For the simple fact, that someone ought not be accused of something they hadn't done. We've all made uncouth accusations. Yet, I'd think this is one of the worst crimes imaginable, is accusing one of something they hadn't ever done. As such a crime leaves a man vulnerable, and gives them a stain which will never wash away in this life. Not a stain of sin, but a stain of distrust. 17 Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's house, thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's wife, nor his manservant, nor his maidservant, nor his ox, nor his ass, nor any thing that is thy neighbour's. Explanation: For the simple nature, that covetousness leads to all other sin. Wanting what is not ours, or wishing to obtain that which doesn't belong to us, is the whole motivation of sin. If adultery, we wish to obtain that which is not legally ours. If murder, it is to obtain vengeance or appease our wrath, and therefore obtain what belongs to the LORD, which is judgment. If theft or blasphemy, it is to obtain that which is not ours by right, and to obtain by some other means. For all gifts come from God, and all that comes from God comes from hard effort. The Satanic Tenets and Why they are Flawed 1. One should strive to act with compassion and empathy toward all creatures in accordance with reason. Criticism: Yet the same empathy gets used to elicit hatred. For, empathy is only empathy with sin? Is it not? One does not, as a school of Satan, empathize with disciplining a child, or preventing the loss of the unborn? Or preventing the frustration same sex relationships create. It is simply to empathize, and thus encourage what is unlawful, and therefore, it is not empathy, but rather a means to creating suffering in this world. The struggle for justice is an ongoing and necessary pursuit that should prevail over laws and institutions. Criticism: If there is no Eternal Justice, there can be no justice. For, every evil committed will go unpaid, and the very injustice the Satanic Temple wishes to fight, is indeed a sort of justice which would create eternal suffering. For, if men did what the Satanic Temple thought was just, there could be no justice, for justice would punish the rightful and reward the wrongdoer. One's body is inviolable, subject to one's own will alone. Criticism: Yet, does not this very notion exclude the autonomy of the child's life in the womb? Also it extends to the mother's right, outside of the womb, to subject her children to her negligence. Or the father's right, to abandon the mother and child, and therefore leave them in poverty. Simply put, our own autonomy, and our own negligence, creates more suffering than any other crime imaginable. To have autonomy and inviolability to our bodies, is to neglect our duties to our fellow man. The freedoms of others should be respected, including the freedom to offend. To willfully and unjustly encroach upon the freedoms of another is to forgo one's own. Criticism: Yet, at what point does the offense become an offense? To defend the right of the murderer---as an attorney does---this is free speech, but to coerce the converts into murder, this is solicitation of a crime. Sure, freedom is important, but there are limitations to our freedoms, to where we cannot be defamatory, nor libelous, nor cause damages to others. And while freedom is important---such as my freedom to say this, or yours to espouse your tenets---there are indeed times when those freedoms are encroached. Beliefs should conform to one's best scientific understanding of the world. One should take care never to distort scientific facts to fit one's beliefs. Criticism: Yet all the scientific knowledge supports the Bible. It doesn't refute it. Genesis 1 follows the pattern of Evolution. The Archeological Record supports the Bible. The ethics and Laws of Scripture create happy states of civilization, makes them prosperous, and induces welfare. It even encourages the strong to uplift the weak. Where was that in your tenets? I've seen you scorn the unborn, I've seen you advocate for relationships which would create suffering, I've seen you worship a Murderer, Thief and Liar as your Idol, do you not then, at the end, become just like him? Therefore, by very science of morality, your cult is lacking. For, it does not promote wellbeing in your members, and it promotes hatred of what's good. It is insufficient, as it cannot even empathize. For it advocates by its empathy, what would create universal suffering. People are fallible. If one makes a mistake, one should do one's best to rectify it and resolve any harm that might have been caused. Criticism: People are fallible. But by whose standards do you know this? By Empathy? You do not wish the child to be corrected, so he grows to harm others. You do not wish the child to be born; you wish to give and separate the bonds of charity between man and his brethren, by giving them autonomy, therefore, rejecting the common strings which hold us together. Does your philosophy hold true? It says "Empathize" But also "Do what you will." If I empathize with you, while being exceedingly cruel, is it empathy? Your aloofness is cruelty, your unwillingness to accept the fact that we are not autonomous, but harmoniously connected together through strings incorporeal, which bounce and reverberate off of all creation. And yet, you wish to become isolated from it, and cut yourself off, by rejecting the Savior, and worshipping the devil. Therefore, you put out into the world despair, and darkness, and not light, for you reject the light. And that is the science I follow. Every tenet is a guiding principle designed to inspire nobility in action and thought. The spirit of compassion, wisdom, and justice should always prevail over the written or spoken word. Criticism: Nobility? You call the ethics of God "Arbitrary". There is nothing noble about your belief, other than the root of societal norms, which strives for a very basic answer of the truth, but cannot find it. For, there is nothing noble in your nobility, for the very word must come from somewhere, and where have you stated it? Yet, I can rightly say my God has, and does, in every book of the Bible. And very wisely, too, which conforms my thought to His, and my knowledge to His, knowing my God and being in relationship with Him, which is why He being my teacher, is necessary to first have any conception of what nobility is. Not that nobility cannot be found apart from God, but only that a few true geniuses have ever found it. And they, too, prove the Laws of my God.
A New Theory on Kitsch
It seems like "Kitsch" is applied to all the good art. Anything that truly related to a mass audience, anything that clearly established its message, anything that was formed from tradition and craft. I'd say Michelangelo's David is Kitsch, and every piece of art right up to, and about, the time of the Industrial Revolution. While Shit is inevitably a part of this world, no one wants to step in it. Nor, does anyone want to smell like it. No one wants to be it. And I think art that intentionally makes Shit its subject matter, that's what it essentially is. Therefore, I offer a better definition for Kitsch. Kitsch is that which overly emphasizes the banal qualities of life. I see it in everything, from the nihilistic and pluralistic worldview being created, and pressed onto the world. A Golden Toilet Seat, that defames and mocks all the hard work Artists have done and achieved throughout the world, that is not kitsch? But, an idealized form of beauty, or an emphasis on what's good, that is kitsch? The fact remains, what is called "Kitsch" like Kincaid's work, is good art. It emphasizes the better qualities of human beings, and not the shit. It does get to a point, where authors write so much pessimistic and banal worlds, all of them coalescing around fruitless romances, unhealthy relationships, abuse, narcissism, murder, theft, war... It seems to exclude the very thing Art is... which is beautiful. Excrement is not kitsch, but a healthy attachment is. What is art, if not for the enjoyment and edification of mankind? What is poetry, if there is no poetic justice? As one commentator put it, "Art won't put the thumb on the scale of justice." Then why even write it? What is art, if Syrinx is raped by Pan, and she doesn't turn into a knoll? What is art, if Hans Christian Andersen's Shadow is not a menace? What is a love story, where the couple dislikes each other? Why praise divorce over marriage? Why praise suffering over pleasure? Why praise self over companionship? Why spoil the joy? That is what art is, and remains, is the contrast of our worst with our best. It is the mortal combat between the two. The mortal combat between good and evil. The mortal combat between Shadow and Light. And if the light does not prevail? What then? Is it art! No, that is kitsch. If there is an ideal, and that ideal is true... there are those who attain it, and why shouldn't we? There are insufferable pedants who wish every good thing to be reduced to suffering. For, they are Buddhist, and not Christian. The Buddhist revels in the darkness, and blindly strives for his way, while the Christian conquers the dark, and raises to eternal glory. Art, though, is meant to cause suffering in our modern world. That is what people enjoy. They enjoy Hell, for it interests them more than Heaven. Give them a beautiful seascape, or a peaceful image, or a colorful cottage by the river, and they'll want a Hell, a barren desert, a guttural battle, a burning effigy. Is this to say that our better instincts never prevail? No... most sensible people do not like this, which comes full circle that the masses are enlightened. For, like Jesus said of the Pharisees being blind, had they been blind, they could see. It is obvious to those not indoctrinated in art, what is truly beautiful. What is truly grotesque. Those unindoctrinated know the difference between good and evil, beauty and ugliness (even that word is ugly and unpoetic), they know what is right. At the end of the day, the good guy does sometimes lose, but in his loss we draw sympathy to the hero. We do not revel in his misfortune. We do not callously walk the path of the villain, and do what he does. We are not the doorkeeper of the Law, but rather sympathize with the man who sits on the stool. And though our world is very bizarre, and though some of the worst things imaginable happen in this world, our optimism ought to outshine our pessimism. The virtue of beauty, is a virtue that creates. But, alas, that is the whole of it. We have Malthusians as elites, who wish to bestow upon the world suffering, so they can enjoy life, and remain unbothered. They wish to bestow upon the lower classes no moral values, no aesthetic truths, nothing good. For if they do so, they gain the world, and the rest of us are just sitting by the wayside, waiting for our turn to die. As, they wish to create no hope, for if there is hope, they cannot eat happily knowing the lessers among them have it. And that is why Kitsch needs redefined. Kitsch is not the reworking of older molds, to produce new artforms. Kitsch is not the framing of things in mastery. For, if it is, then no one can truly live off of there art. There is no quality. There is no purity. There is no honor, beauty or truth. For the patron of the arts, arts should be accessible to all. It should be written, and now surpassed. Art should be accessed by a Clerk and Common as well as a Baron or King. It should be for all, for all people's enjoyment. It should not encapsulate human suffering, but rather human triumph. Michelangelo cast moulds of ancient Greek Busts. He practiced his chisel on those moulds. Some might call that plagiarism. I do not. I call it mastering, so one can then reach beyond. Some might call that Kitsch, to work in Romantic or Neoclassical moulds. It matters because the moulds are there, and haven't been used for many years. They are dusty, but strike the same beautiful press now, that they did back then. Only now, we can sculpt David and Pieta and Moses, having those moulds to work with. We can reach beyond our predecessors and move to something new. Something wholly uncharted, and divine. Should man reach for the mastery? Ought man reach for the heavens? Like a tower of Babel? Well, art no more is a tower of Babel than a trowel a musical instrument. Some backward, and folksy man might make a Trowel into some noise played in folk art---but then we transcend it, and do what is effectively art. So long as the trowel makes good music. For, art can be a Tower of Babel, reaching into untapped realms, to bring forth humanity's worst, and then it says, "Look! Look upon the mess, and revel in it! I am covered in fleshy filth, and I do not wish to wash! I smoke my pipe of manure, I go unbathed for my entire life, I eat durian fruit and the neighboring town can smell me from miles away! And I am celebrated, famous, and even the poet knows me!" I do... and I know bathing was your ruin... but let not the rest of us become so filthy.
The Class Machine
No cleric can surpass the king No, not even in democracy. The fiefdom is set, as the cook Makes Metalcore, and lives His worst life now. Was not DaVinci a clerk? Say we had more freedom then Than we do now? The modern Feudalism is set, As the Wokies march in order, Ushering in Communism. The new generation rises, One with the royal cavalcades And the flying chariots... The peoples worship them as gods. Science is magic And no man, Whose own grandfather Used to dig a hole in the ground Can rise to the ranks of Poet Laureate; No not in this day. The Laurel sings her rage, That Boomerang can kill her The minute she fires her Pineapple; Though she wants to fight for her freedom, Yet the mass graves shall be the cost. Republicans in their rows, Mowed down by machines and not men; Waging their wars with Bow and Knife. Yes, you crowned emporer, This is a new generation... One where you rise above all In glutted fest, and say "I AM". Crown the Empire, The ashes of all I love are destroyed, For to fight is futile. So, let me die if I must. And my Blood shall kindle the flame Like Polycarp, and in Peace Freedom shall persuade and win.
God Defines Me
He's written my story from start to finish. My name is"Broom Tree on a Hill Crown Newpeace"; With my brillo head. I decided to be a writer from the start, So progressed into Poesy. Southey and Coleridge wished to come to my reigion ---the Susquehanna valley--- in order to create a "Pantocracy", I write in a style similar to them And also began writing with utopian visions. Not only that, Longfellow---America's finest poet--- Had married a woman named "Mary Storer Potter", And my best friend has a same last name. So, there's definitely evidence of God working in my life, Particularly, to lead me into my profession, and also to my work. None of that could have been coincidental.
I Am By No Means a Mathematician
I am by no means a mathematician. However, when I come to P = NP--- Dazzled by the complexity of the equations--- I look at each equation like a shape. As if each equation represented a simple shape; Or, even a very complex shape. In my limited exploration of geometry, I know a few very basic things. One cannot take the shape of a Right Triangle, And use the Pythagorean T heorem To explain an Isosceles. And seeing that NP and P Can be reduced to this principle, At its most basic level, The most fundamental thing to learn From this system, is that we CANNOT Generalize a rule for all shapes. We cannot, for instance, Call an equation a polynomial If it has three dimensions, for example. If there is a cubed variable, The equation no longer is a Polynomial. I think people approach the problem From the angle of where I approached Pythagorean Theorem. It seems intuitive, To think the proof lies In the hypotenuse being like a split Of a quadrilateral. But, that is not why it solves. It seems possible... Even very likely, To where you'll be duped into thinking it. But, upon keen observations, And studying the equations, You find it cannot be so As it would break down equalities. So, also, I think NP equaling P Would be the same notion, Of it seeming inuitive, That a solution can be made. But, generally, what's intuitive can be deceptive, And what's more, you cannot define The Pythagorean Theorem for a Circle, Any more than Pi would apply To a Square. Sure, one can make equal anything, But by means of deduction, There is no way outside of empirical observation To determine a shape, and how the laws Of objective space apply to it. Adding the dimension of time Further complicates that, and makes even more complex shapes, Which I believe, its geometry, must be studied independently For each individual problem. Much like the philosophers would study shapes To determine axioms ond principles. Thereby, one must study the shapes And derive new axioms for each individual shape. And possibly, that will be the occupation of many brilliant men.
P = NP is Impossible
It's the proverbial Squaring of the Circle. The limits of Coefficients in a system, Which would create NP, cannot always Be described by P, due to the limitations on geometry.
Jorgia Amaris Erin O’Conner
I fell in love with you. You became my obsession. My Beatrice. My Amélie. You became my idol. Yes, you. In your blue dress, I saw you With such godly joy. Like being In the presence of God. I must confess it was very strange. But, I break that yoke for another. A lighter yoke, that of my Friend. For calling out to you at night, It never once saved me. But Christ did. You are a phantom, who I don't know. But, I do still believe I will be married to Zion In the eternal abode I shall one day visit. I do say, if in life I am alone, it is the one thing which could make it worthwhile.
She Couldn’t Save Me
In a dream, or a vision, I was cleaning up my life. My mother, my dear mother, Was apathetic in her strife. She would not pick up a broom, She would not make haste. So, I left upon my dream For I could not tell if I, she hates. Then, upon my bed, I saw a youth who was from my past. I lay upon my bed, with my Pound Puppy at my breast. And there was she, for whom I loved, And my worst fear was seen A nightmare had succumbed me And I learned she was a fiend. Then, at last, we were careening out of control. I had no lover, I had no friend, so "Amarisa" I told Shouting it, shouting it, "Amarisa" I did. The truck crashed, and it killed all my friends. Then, I woke in an asylum for the insane. I thought I was on a movie set, I found it all very strange. I ran for the door, warning all of my insight. A nurse had tackled me, and then "Jesus" I had cried. I crawled upon the floor, I inched my very way Ev ery painful movement, I cried "Jesus" all the way. At the last, I came to the end, it was a mall with open door; A stadium was filling with children, who saw me in my state so poor. Yet, at the end, I reached up for that door, A voice said, "Brandon, open," and I opened up the door. At that moment I woke from the horrid vision my mind aroused, And I renounced that idol "Amarisa", and wrote this verse profound. Only one name under heaven, I found tonight is true. It is the LORD Jesus, and I come to caution you. If by my writing you feel blessed, it is because it's song Made for that one and only savior, not for Amarisa wrong. Yet, do not worship---it is a tricky verse--- That Daughter of Zion, of which I'm well rehearsed. It is just a fancy, a strange and idol thought... Yet it shall remain, for Jesus I have taught. There is only one name, that saves a man or child, There is only one name, that can save murderer or pedophile, Or rapist, or theif, or blasphemer or Jew, Or Gentile, or Greek, and not a number very few.... It is that man named Jesus, who died upon a cross. Let no accursed cult spring from me, for now I know the cost. I proclaim one Name, that is Jesus Christ my God... Any other name proclaimed, leads one to the lost.
The Trial
Trump is on trial. He reads "Before the Law"/ He doesn't understand it But I do. One door, made for him, One law, made for him, One gatekeeper--- Just like all of us it seems, It will be one day, A law made for each man And a sentence just as absurd. And one man piously sits, Unquestioning, for it is the matter Of the State that this solitary law Be followed, and so with every other man His own solitary Law With no rhyme or reason Than the very fact that it is.
B. K. Neifert 