Zētētēs Lugh'Allein
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The Nash Equilibrium
As I have previously posted, I am on the autistic spectrum, wired differently, and am able to wrangle together common threads on seemingly disparate subjects. I recently watched "A Beautiful Mind" (for like the nineteenth time, not kidding, this is one of my favorites) and have some observations on what this progeny mathematician was going through and what was behind his discovery and formulation of it.
Equilibrium and the Law of Ma'at
Just as a blunt statement, without going through all the intricacies of his equilibrium theory, for it is a mathematical work and opaque to folks without the maths background necessary to understand it - without knowing it, Nash isolated, formulated, and expressed in the language of formal mathematics, the Law of Ma'at.
The movie has a lot of falsehoods concerning Nash's "mental illness"; video interviewss you can find, have him stating he had never been on any psychiatric ("psych") meds. But the point I want to make and it seems to me to be valid is: By discovering and mathematically expressing Her laws, he opened up a communication channel with the Divine, and he didn't know what to do with all this incoming information.
Briefly, his equilibrium theories state that, in a zero-sum game, one where the self seeks to win at all costs to the other players, one has no chance of winning, and neither does anyone else if they pursue this same strategy. Sounds a lot like Ma'at's laws, huh?
Previous posts on these legacy forums go into how he was also able to isolate streams back and forth in the you know who (borum) controlled media and how he was able to isolate codes passed back and forth openly in the news about their covert ops. The bor-bors tried to blackmail him and brand him as mentally incompetent. But there is a basic here that undercuts this: May be just my conjecture but I believe he was receiving communications and intimate contact from the God/dresses and had no idea what he was looking at and how to handle them.
Ill Communication
I know. I had, from about the age of 5 and onward, to young adulthood, a feeling of pressure, severe, that I could not explain, and neither could doctors. It was like a bowling ball, about 30 feet wide, and compressing against my head. Communications not properly handled tend to "mass up" like a tangled bunch of wire (just ask yours truly after having had to take 4 Advil after one of my great un-revelations or after having had to do the same after one of my legendary non-equilibrium arguments with my ex, guess who one, lol). It was very real, so real I thought for awhile something was physiologically going on, but I intuited this was just a mental phenomenon. Decades of searching including going to s9y churches (sorry but I cannot spell out its full name but our loyal Emily Postnews spam moderator algo seems to be a boss wo/man at detecting any "promotion or spam" lately) did help me a lot but could not give me an answer to my mystery. The episodes for the most part had stopped but it was the mystery. What was it? I was throwing up my hands into the sky like Dreyfuss in Close Encounters, literally, What izzzz it?
It was only till I got into Zevism (then Satanism [sic]) that I finally arrived at the answer. One of our Gods was trying to tell me that She loved me so much! She was sending me comm and all this comm was balling up into a giant mass around me head and because I was then Andrapod I had no idea how to process this incoming stream. This was not a light, minor problem. I literally for days on end dreaded going to bed more than going to the dentist as a kid because I knew I would have one of these "episodes" (they would occur mostly only at night when about to enter the sleep realm). I would be afraid so much that I would literally be shaking when I had them; my parents would interpret the shaking as part of my "symptoms" thus reinforcing even further that something was very wrong with me. It was just the sheer terror.
Likely, Nash had been receiving comm from a lot of Divine beings, and he interpreted this as his own insanity, and went seeking help from doctors (the movie has his university's staff detaining him and Baker Acting him, I don't believe this is entirely accurate, you know how Hollywood can embellish and fabricate). Hell, what do you do if you receive these types of communications and you don't know the score? Go and "score" some palliative drugs (lol) like the ones my parents tried, and then when an adult, go score some on your own, like I did (I would get one of these Goddess-squeeze-plays once in a while even in young adulthood I would dread them) go banging your head against the wall (What is it Dreyfuss style) ... Aagh. (No, I didn't start throwing mud and bushes into my bedroom window like in the movie and trying to sculpt a statue of Her, that would've really gotten me sent to the lulu bin, lol)
Get it Out There, Clear it Up
Be, the landscaper, Danny. Nananana. As you can tell, I am a big movie buff. But put the golf clubs and leaf blower (and proselytizing programming away)... This is why ... Theophoros is so important, chiefly, along with practicing many of the other Cures to the Pathologies. How many others are suffering because they have received this Devil's Tower picture metaphorically speaking and don't know what to do with it? How many are going to try to climb the Tower but get put to sleep by those borim'copters sprayin' that atabilibil mist before they even arrive at the answer? I almost missed it. It was only my Hyperborean (Irish) stubborn-headedness (lol) that saw me through to say, "Hey, wait a minute. There is something else to this picture here."
L'Envoi
We all need to spread Theophoros - in any way we can, in little bites. It consists of, without proselytizing or enforcing. Just when you see a falsehood uttered, When you see a Yehubor induced confusion. If nothing else, just be there to answer questions, be a stable individual to offer or stand for emotional support. It's about singing the tune to the world at large, note by note. If they don't know the notes, much less the tune, how can they interpret what they are hearing from the beautiful Orchestra? Much of the world is lost by the atabilibil (confusion about the Divine and the noble they have instilled in us). Let's get out there and spread the score. I am doing my best trying, by posting what I know on here. If you are passively reading (known as "lurking" on the inter tubes) that is a great first step and is how I started - absorb and learn. But sooner or later, if your abiding interest indicates to you, get your behind on here with an account and don't be afraid to share what you know. And to take constructive criticism. That is how you learn. And sooner or later step up to the plate and hit a few homers with some rituals you have to pay for on those family of our sites. I am working on that right now too as I have previously posted. Don't be scurred n' confused, as that '00s hip hob r n be song went. Many blessings.
As I have previously posted, I am on the autistic spectrum, wired differently, and am able to wrangle together common threads on seemingly disparate subjects. I recently watched "A Beautiful Mind" (for like the nineteenth time, not kidding, this is one of my favorites) and have some observations on what this progeny mathematician was going through and what was behind his discovery and formulation of it.
Equilibrium and the Law of Ma'at
Just as a blunt statement, without going through all the intricacies of his equilibrium theory, for it is a mathematical work and opaque to folks without the maths background necessary to understand it - without knowing it, Nash isolated, formulated, and expressed in the language of formal mathematics, the Law of Ma'at.
The movie has a lot of falsehoods concerning Nash's "mental illness"; video interviewss you can find, have him stating he had never been on any psychiatric ("psych") meds. But the point I want to make and it seems to me to be valid is: By discovering and mathematically expressing Her laws, he opened up a communication channel with the Divine, and he didn't know what to do with all this incoming information.
Briefly, his equilibrium theories state that, in a zero-sum game, one where the self seeks to win at all costs to the other players, one has no chance of winning, and neither does anyone else if they pursue this same strategy. Sounds a lot like Ma'at's laws, huh?
Previous posts on these legacy forums go into how he was also able to isolate streams back and forth in the you know who (borum) controlled media and how he was able to isolate codes passed back and forth openly in the news about their covert ops. The bor-bors tried to blackmail him and brand him as mentally incompetent. But there is a basic here that undercuts this: May be just my conjecture but I believe he was receiving communications and intimate contact from the God/dresses and had no idea what he was looking at and how to handle them.
Ill Communication
I know. I had, from about the age of 5 and onward, to young adulthood, a feeling of pressure, severe, that I could not explain, and neither could doctors. It was like a bowling ball, about 30 feet wide, and compressing against my head. Communications not properly handled tend to "mass up" like a tangled bunch of wire (just ask yours truly after having had to take 4 Advil after one of my great un-revelations or after having had to do the same after one of my legendary non-equilibrium arguments with my ex, guess who one, lol). It was very real, so real I thought for awhile something was physiologically going on, but I intuited this was just a mental phenomenon. Decades of searching including going to s9y churches (sorry but I cannot spell out its full name but our loyal Emily Postnews spam moderator algo seems to be a boss wo/man at detecting any "promotion or spam" lately) did help me a lot but could not give me an answer to my mystery. The episodes for the most part had stopped but it was the mystery. What was it? I was throwing up my hands into the sky like Dreyfuss in Close Encounters, literally, What izzzz it?
It was only till I got into Zevism (then Satanism [sic]) that I finally arrived at the answer. One of our Gods was trying to tell me that She loved me so much! She was sending me comm and all this comm was balling up into a giant mass around me head and because I was then Andrapod I had no idea how to process this incoming stream. This was not a light, minor problem. I literally for days on end dreaded going to bed more than going to the dentist as a kid because I knew I would have one of these "episodes" (they would occur mostly only at night when about to enter the sleep realm). I would be afraid so much that I would literally be shaking when I had them; my parents would interpret the shaking as part of my "symptoms" thus reinforcing even further that something was very wrong with me. It was just the sheer terror.
Likely, Nash had been receiving comm from a lot of Divine beings, and he interpreted this as his own insanity, and went seeking help from doctors (the movie has his university's staff detaining him and Baker Acting him, I don't believe this is entirely accurate, you know how Hollywood can embellish and fabricate). Hell, what do you do if you receive these types of communications and you don't know the score? Go and "score" some palliative drugs (lol) like the ones my parents tried, and then when an adult, go score some on your own, like I did (I would get one of these Goddess-squeeze-plays once in a while even in young adulthood I would dread them) go banging your head against the wall (What is it Dreyfuss style) ... Aagh. (No, I didn't start throwing mud and bushes into my bedroom window like in the movie and trying to sculpt a statue of Her, that would've really gotten me sent to the lulu bin, lol)
Get it Out There, Clear it Up
Be, the landscaper, Danny. Nananana. As you can tell, I am a big movie buff. But put the golf clubs and leaf blower (and proselytizing programming away)... This is why ... Theophoros is so important, chiefly, along with practicing many of the other Cures to the Pathologies. How many others are suffering because they have received this Devil's Tower picture metaphorically speaking and don't know what to do with it? How many are going to try to climb the Tower but get put to sleep by those borim'copters sprayin' that atabilibil mist before they even arrive at the answer? I almost missed it. It was only my Hyperborean (Irish) stubborn-headedness (lol) that saw me through to say, "Hey, wait a minute. There is something else to this picture here."
L'Envoi
We all need to spread Theophoros - in any way we can, in little bites. It consists of, without proselytizing or enforcing. Just when you see a falsehood uttered, When you see a Yehubor induced confusion. If nothing else, just be there to answer questions, be a stable individual to offer or stand for emotional support. It's about singing the tune to the world at large, note by note. If they don't know the notes, much less the tune, how can they interpret what they are hearing from the beautiful Orchestra? Much of the world is lost by the atabilibil (confusion about the Divine and the noble they have instilled in us). Let's get out there and spread the score. I am doing my best trying, by posting what I know on here. If you are passively reading (known as "lurking" on the inter tubes) that is a great first step and is how I started - absorb and learn. But sooner or later, if your abiding interest indicates to you, get your behind on here with an account and don't be afraid to share what you know. And to take constructive criticism. That is how you learn. And sooner or later step up to the plate and hit a few homers with some rituals you have to pay for on those family of our sites. I am working on that right now too as I have previously posted. Don't be scurred n' confused, as that '00s hip hob r n be song went. Many blessings.
