Newsflash: none of you are Ultimate. Most of you are not penultimate. Some of you I am not entirely convinced have achieved a base percentage of yourselves, though you have nevertheless developed the extraordinary confidence required to declare yourselves the pinnacle of what you could ever become. Go ahead, tell me the omniscient patterns of any other self you have on here. You can't. You truly can't. You might get lucky with a guess for a single other iteration.
i mean they'RE certainly not HERE. so, like, dead. or sad. or dead and sad? this actually got strangely depressing to think about.
An Ultimate Self, like any Platonic ideal, is corrupted the second it contacts reality. Many of us are *closer* to our Ultimate Selves, more potent emanations thereof, but the Ultimate Self is not a person who can talk and post and argue online. You cannot sit on the Platonic ideal of a chair.
thank y0u. concept in general seems dumb and p0orly th0ught out. like s0me desperate anime thats run two l0ng.
hUH,,, i THINK i JUST FELT, bARA! FOR A MOMENT, tHERE,,, aND LIKE, i WANT TO TIP, mY FEDORA?
I could go for the Platonic ideal of a nap on my Platonic ideal of a bed before I go to the Platonic ideal of the gym.
If anything i feel less like myself every day
As the Peixes might say, krill fishue. As a magical woman might say, frill wishue. As a particularly slobbery yet well-meaning relative you only see once a year might say, we'll mishue! As a humbler laborer of the land and tiller of the soil might say upon seeing her grindstone has been used for that wacky zaza, mill misuse. As a note left for room service on one's way out after a particularly dreadful night of allergies might read, fill tissue. As the reveal that the one so sick was the preserver god of Hindu mythology might make one utter, ill Vishnu. Ahem. This is all to say that maybe you cannot, but *I* can sit on that Platonic chair. Look, you can see my shadow overlapping its shadow against the cave wall over there. That means I'm sitting on it.
i think kurly tried to explain what that stuff all means and all it gave me was a pan ache lol im sure there are mes who think they are a better me than me hell i talk with one every day but like also who cares??? if being the best me sucks than why bother im cool being a mediocre me in that case hehehe
Not sure about the rest of these chodes, but I can attest with a startling degree of certainty that Dirk Strider scratched his balls just now. #UltimateAwareness. #Omniscience.
You have a live webcam on plushrump to confirm this. That hardly counts.