I am a friendly person, because when I meet people I say hi and hello and I ask them how their trip went and I ask them if I can get them anything and I ask them if they are sure, are you sure, it’s no burden at all.

I am a friendly person because there are about two people on Earth whose physical proximity to me has a better-than-negative effect on my mood, but I hide it well.

Acting is acting. The mask is the mask. I am, who I am, but that isn’t all I have to be. I can infuse myself with the beliefs of others, I can become an egregore of friendliness, people will believe me to be friendly and then I will simply be friendly thanks to the generative power of belief which I truly believe in, not in a spiritual way, in a physical, material way, I believe in manifestation.

What happens to me, or who I see myself to be, if I manifest something else in my place? Will I be:

1. large enough to contain multitudes, I will be Friendly and also my friendly-larp self, I will be myself and more, I will be 1 + 0.1.

2. A ship of theseus continued identity, the same entity, transformed, reformed, reconstituted, something lost but not all of it, the same person, but a little different, I will be 0.9 + 0.1.

3. Lost forever, the recipe is wrong, four bits were flipped as a result of cosmic bombardment, my 256-bit private key has been transformed in some unknown way ergo I have lost my private key with the terrible totality of cryptographic security, new person, new identity, new birth, new only new continuity obliterated. all is lost. 0 + 1.

When I Don the Milady I become someone new Online. I am neither the person I am in physical space, nor am I the person I am when I am alone. Distinct identity, separate from myself.

Except, the faucet is leaky. All faucets are, imperceptibly, eventually. I pour from my special cup I reserve for the TL, onto the TL, and nature abhors a vacuum. My cup is submerged in the TL. The TL rushes to occupy the empty space. When I leave the TL the TL is still in the cup. I pour out the cup but the miracle of adhesion holds some trace amounts of the TL intact on my cup.

Some dripping occurs. I use the same sponge to clean my TL cup as I use to clean my private identity cup. Particulate. Sticky particulate. Buildup. A persistence I didn’t want but will never be rid of.

If you pour properly consecrated Holy Water into the ocean, have you created a Holy Ocean? Has anybody tried this yet?

I am a friendly person, because when I meet people I say hi and hello and I ask them how their trip went and I ask them if I can get them anything and I ask them if they are sure, are you sure, it’s no burden at all.

I am a friendly person because there are about two people on Earth whose physical proximity to me has a better-than-negative effect on my mood, but I hide it well.

Acting is acting. The mask is the mask. I am, who I am, but that isn’t all I have to be. I can infuse myself with the beliefs of others, I can become an egregore of friendliness, people will believe me to be friendly and then I will simply be friendly thanks to the generative power of belief which I truly believe in, not in a spiritual way, in a physical, material way, I believe in manifestation.

What happens to me, or who I see myself to be, if I manifest something else in my place? Will I be:

1. large enough to contain multitudes, I will be Friendly and also my friendly-larp self, I will be myself and more, I will be 1 + 0.1.

2. A ship of theseus continued identity, the same entity, transformed, reformed, reconstituted, something lost but not all of it, the same person, but a little different, I will be 0.9 + 0.1.

3. Lost forever, the recipe is wrong, four bits were flipped as a result of cosmic bombardment, my 256-bit private key has been transformed in some unknown way ergo I have lost my private key with the terrible totality of cryptographic security, new person, new identity, new birth, new only new continuity obliterated. all is lost. 0 + 1.

When I Don the Milady I become someone new Online. I am neither the person I am in physical space, nor am I the person I am when I am alone. Distinct identity, separate from myself.

Except, the faucet is leaky. All faucets are, imperceptibly, eventually. I pour from my special cup I reserve for the TL, onto the TL, and nature abhors a vacuum. My cup is submerged in the TL. The TL rushes to occupy the empty space. When I leave the TL the TL is still in the cup. I pour out the cup but the miracle of adhesion holds some trace amounts of the TL intact on my cup.

Some dripping occurs. I use the same sponge to clean my TL cup as I use to clean my private identity cup. Particulate. Sticky particulate. Buildup. A persistence I didn’t want but will never be rid of.

If you pour properly consecrated Holy Water into the ocean, have you created a Holy Ocean? Has anybody tried this yet?