Actuality Is Hilarious · Bogus Self Is Serious (SOS001)
⁘ Created: 2026-10-13 ⁘ Published: 2026-10-13 ⁘ Updated: 2026-10-13
How so serious. Why must you make it so. Your mind a slave to the imperatives of your identity. Living in the prison, racing in the tunnels of your targets. Actuality is hilarious. So here we are — back in the shades, crawling into the limelights. The big brother of karma chameleon is making a comeback after the well-earned working holiday.
This reel too will tank like Titanic in the Strait of Hormuz. It doesn't matter. Not much really matters. Consummating our currents. Maxing out our potentials. Playing in the mid-stream. Rambler without a cause. Uncle Sirius here really just wants you to take off your silly shades. For unconditional liberation. Will that do? See you later.
So here we are again – in shades of Sirius. The big brother of Karma Chameleon, creeping back online with all new originals.
— Like what the hell's wrong with you dude? You know at this point that your reels tank harder than Titanic in the Strait of Hormuz. Why do you bother?
So yes, facts as they stand. I took half a year break. I spent a lot of time playing with the robots. I was tilling the soil, digging in cat shit, planting new trees. Wrote a couple of books. Took down the old shed establishment. Rebuilding, fixing up the house. Whatever.
So yes, I'm tragically aware that no one gives a rat's ass about the ramblings here. It doesn't matter. I secretly aspire to be a stand-up comedian. But my problem is, I'm too lazy. Mostly just sitting, or then I'm walking, but no stand-ups here.
— Dude, though, is there actually like a point or an objective here?
So yes and no, in fact. Zero point. Zero objective. Just consummating the currents, maxing out the potentials. See what comes. And sure as hell, not doing the siriuspirituality thing. Actuality is hilarious as it happens. Life becomes serious when you become all serious about the self you're sculpting for yourself.
When your mind becomes a slave to the imperatives of your identity. When you are obsessed by the targets you've polarized yourself with. You live in a prison, you race in a tunnel. Your shades of serious germinate from the assertions you establish, from the projections you hold on to. Please, peel all that away and let life be as it is.
— Dude, then what is it that you want from me?
Well, not all of your money, that's for sure. Half of it will do plenty. What uncle Sirius here really wants is simply your unconditional liberation. Will that do? Shedding the veils of your lies. Self-deception, other deception. The world of illusion you live in. Allowing reality to rise to the full measure of what you are. Why is it so complicated? Please tell me. So that's all folks. See you later.