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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