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     on greatness and normality 
    2025-10-03
     after a few thousand suns of leaving footprints on the business, the current state of things is akin to many of us: i am conquerer of some things and ever evaded by others. 
      the collection of items i have succeeded and failed and succeeded and failed in includes but is not limited to: love, fear, and a confident stance on the following:  
       what is normal? 
       what is natural? 
       does either have a provable definition?  
       does either have a provable significance?  
       does the answer to any of these questions matter? 
       when you combine inquisition with a recursive internal monologue, do you find wisdom or psychosis? 
     a few knowns: 
         to create is to summon something that is not with you. 
         ^proficiency in such a task likely has an inverse relationship with presence and validation in some provable but ranged fashion. 
         the only way to reach the moon is to leave the earth. 
         the only way back to earth is to leave the moon. 
     some more unknowns: 
         for how long can my spirit undergo alchemy? 
         how many times must the phoenix be born? 
         are the nfl's parity systems enough? would their context window size benefit from calibration? #lv 
     some comforts: 
         definition demands the loneliness of the frontier. the last element cannot have two neighbors. 
         documentation of those before you can be a great ailment to treat an absence of observable reflection. 
         the harmonies of madness and greatness have long helped provide a stable reference point for the concept of symphony. 
         as long as i get up and walk every single day, i end up somewhere. 
     i don't think you have to lose your mind to succeed
     if success is your goal, that's fine. it's human and earthly and great, especially in a mortal sense.
 
     however, it is likely that minting greatness requires an orthogonal exchange. one prioritizing inputs more than outputs. 
     greatness appears a byproduct of divine pursuit, at least in its most observably representative cases. 
     leBron has been in the league for 22 years.
 
     if success was the goal, he would have retired. if greatness was the goal, he would have retired. he is simply in pursuit. it has nothing to do with man, or even himself. 
      i'm on the road and i'm marching. i've lost my mind a bit in the name of pursuit and i'm marching. a divine storm is brewing and it is all happening and i am waking up daily to terraform. and i'm marching. godspeed.