A boundless crevasse bisects the Increpation, dozens of yards
across, but it is its upper surface that divides this lamina in two.
Atop the crevasse in all directions is a wasteland populated by
warring soldiers from every era and world—all mortal battlefields
vergeThe thinning of the Ordial barrier between cardinal and laminal realities such that certain aspects of one may influence, be perceived, or be simultaneously present on the other.Turn to chapter upon the Increpation and their
troops, mostly unawares, fight amidst the fallen bodies of aeons. In
the depths of the crevasse (into which a steady stream of casualties
plunge) an entirely different endeavor looms: in ornate and
labyrinthine catacombs gather the petitionersSouls of the dead that have re-manifested on the most well-suited lamina, where they perfect and reshape themselves while carrying out pursuits in accordance with that lamina's principles.Turn to chapter of the place, the Rues, anxious
intellects who weave schemes and curses to unleash upon the rest of
the multiverse.
The Rues appear to have lost their ability to communicate
with one another. They can still speak, and are sometimes found
muttering to themselves, but they cannot understand the speech of
others. These souls exist in constant fear of being unable to
communicate, and so they work alone and take great pains to avoid
interacting with one another. As a result, below the warring surface
the Increpation is completely silent except for the sound of wind
blowing through its bridges and tunnels.
With visitors too the Rues will not speak, and so we have only
learned of the their affairs by reviewing the extensive
documentation that they keep. Their endeavors range from personal
curses and plots—such as causing an individual to become an
insomniac, or to be forever late to every appointment they make—to
great schemes involving the restructuring of entire cultures. What
they accomplish, however, is a complete mystery. Rues have never
been sighted verging upon the cardinalThe cardinal worlds make up our foundational, everyday reality over which the laminae are layered.Turn to chapter, and every plan seem to have no
correlation to reality. For example, one might find documentation of
an effort to pollute the bloodline of a noble family over
generations in order to watch a benevolent kingdom turn slowly upon
its trusting populace, replete with details of allies and turncoats,
locations to infiltrate, forgeries to employ, and all manner of
analyses and strategies, but all of which refer to lands, cultures,
names, and histories that have not been found even in the archives
of the Taxonomy[Unfortunately, for this lamina our only information comes from some hastily jotted notes, which suggest that the Taxonomy concerns itself with the archival and analysis of cardinal objects, a process presided over by inquisitive petitioners known as Skeins.]Turn to chapter.
Is the multiverse too big? Is this lamina removed from the flow
of time such that plans reference ancient happenings or predict
things not yet come to pass? Are their schemes expertly obfuscated
such that spying outsiders never understand them? Interlaminal
powers tread carefully for fear of attracting the ire of the
Increpation’s denizens, so many assume that the longest cons and
most devastating corruptions can be traced back to this lamina, but
not a whit has been verified.
Beautiful,
intricate, ornate.
It’s an immense civilization subdivided into self-organizing groups
which tackle certain domains/styles TODO examples. Lower castes scheme
smaller schemes, while barons and dukes plot the restructuring of entire
cultures.
- name
- The Apprehension
- The Clasp/Clasping
- The Grasp/Grasping
- The Increpation (chiding, rebuking, censure - from making a noise,
creaking) <– for now
- The Reproach (rebuke, blame, censure)
- The Trammel (restriction/impediment to one’s freedom of action)
- demonym
- Barrens
- Catatons
- Coilers
- Halts
- Rifes
- Rues <– for now
- Trammels
- quotes
- “…I remain restless and dissatisfied; what I knot with my right
hand, I undo with my left, what my left hand creates, my right fist
shatters” ― Günter Grass, The Tin Drum (꧹ဥဗ,
ꧪဋဓ, ꩧဋဗ)
- “I am the rest between two notes which are somehow always in
discord.” rilke - ꧹ဋဓ? ꩧဋဗ?
- The knife likes to think of itself as a mirror. (ꩧဋဗ?)
- saturn bloody chaucer
- environment
- crevasse couple dozen feet across (need to conceptualize it - tennis
court?) so daylight is limited (very, it would converge to block out all
light unless plane’s geometry is differnt, or it slopes outwards? maybe
slopes out and never seems to increase in distance), especially if the
people above you have many bridged buildings..infinitely tall and deep.
maybe there’s one area only where the distance varies - like an
amphitheater. a city used to be there but now there is only a lone demon
- ꩧဋဗ
- culture
- people who have lost their ability to communicate with one another
(gpt3 clasping)
- cardinal interaction
info gathering
- questions
- future research
- environment maybe
- Everything is black and white - maybe ꧹ဋဗ? or ꧪ၇ဓ. or ꧹၇ဓ, ꩧဋဗ
- Medieval illuminated manuscripts ꩧဋဗ?
- both the overaching style, and them as actual objects in the
place
- possible elements
- ritual border - used in ꩧဋဓ now but could
reuse in a slightly different way here
- glitch: the only way to know something is by knowing how it breaks,
and everything breaks in a way that’s unique to the thing. ꧪဋဗ or ꩧဋဗ or ꩧ၇ဗ. - and then how it heals
- Some destructiveness focusing on sloth/inertia - activity is
actively punished, but in the laziest way possible. If too proactively
punishing, the punishment is punished. maybe ꧹ဋဗ or ꩧဋဗ. wait but
inertia is XXP?
- artisan bureaucracy ꩧဋဗ ꩧ၇ဗ
- endlass crevasse
- maze (maybe at the surface edge of the crevasse so warriors don’t
det in)
- prison
- Deaf/mute (or everyone is missing one sense) - could be any D, maybe
ꧪဥဗ, ꧹ဥဗ, ꧪဋဗ, ꩧဋဗ
- someone or a group famous for making works of art that convince the
viewer to commit suicide. (you must be interviewed first and it’s
tailored?) (꧹ဥဓ if nowhere else - ꧹ဥဗ ꩧဋဗ ꧹၇ဓ)
- “water always finds a crack” - ꩧ၇ဗ or
ꩧဋဗ
- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dulness - “the goddess who
presides over Alexander Pope’s The Dunciad … the daughter Chaos
and”eternal Night,” and her mission is to convert all the world to
stupidity (“To hatch a new Saturnian age, of Lead”)” (maybe ꧹၇ဓ, ꧪဋဓ, ꧪ၇ဗ, ꩧဋဗ)
- strange loops. relies on the existence of structured/hierarchical
stuff but also violates it. LXX or NXX. ꩧ၇ဓ?
- weirdly insensitive and/or literally stupid, but powerful. XXD -
ꧪဋဓ, ꧹ဥဗ
- Apophatic theology (“attempts to approach God, the Divine, by
negation, to speak only in terms of what may not be said about the
perfect goodness that is God”) vs. cataphatic theology (the opposite,
using positive definitions) XXD
- connect with ꧹၇ဗ Political
Dissolution?
- doppelganger…
- secret society so secret and/or went wrong such that no one could
get back into it (ꩧ၇ဗ is this kinda. ꩧဋဗ?)
- headsoak note 440 about genius king who is afraid of not being
heard, entertained by his retinue of scholars, and the decay of this
microculture (ꩧ၇ဗ? ꩧဋဗ?)
- “There is a crack in everything but The Cube.”
- http://preinfarction.blogspot.com/2021/10/ah-yes-cube.html?m=1
- https://mobile.twitter.com/solipsistfever/status/1191978845735444481
- “a nice dualism: those who are afraid, and those who are not. the
fearful ones are prey. they hate life because they could be eaten at any
time, they are disgusted with material reality and their bodies because
of their impermanence. the unafraid embrace matter and love their
bodies, capable of the magical feat of integrating the prey’s matter.
there is no higher honor and no better statement of love for life than
to absorb another being. some may call this hate, but it may be love.
these are the ground rules of reality. you can always change sides” -
https://twitter.com/wildbuddhini/status/1463392393978335239 (maybe ꩧဋꧠ, ꩧဋဗ)
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