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"The transition from [the barter system to currency] is hard to understand; how can human cravings be fetishized into pieces of metal? The answer is elegant because it reveals not only the origin of money, but its character even today. Money was and still is literally sacred: 'It has long been known that the first markets were sacred markets, the first banks were temples, the first to issue money were priests or priest-kings.' The first coins were minted and distributed by temples because they were medallions inscribed with the image of their god and embodying his protective power. Containing such manna, they were naturally in demand, not because you could buy things with them but vice-versa: since they were popular, you could exchange them for other things.

The consequence of this was that 'now the cosmic powers could be the property of everyman, without even the need to visit temples: you could now traffic in immortality in the marketplace.' This eventually led to the emergence of a new kind of person, 'who based the value of his life — and so of his immortality — on a new cosmology centered on coins.' A new meaning system arose, which our present economic system makes increasingly the meaning-system. 'Money becomes the distilled value of all existence ... a single immortality symbol, a ready way of relating the increase of oneself to all the important objects and events of one's world.'

If we replace 'immortality' with 'becoming real,' the point becomes Buddhist: beyond its usefulness as a medium of exchange, money has become modern humanity's most popular way of accumulating Being, of coping with our gnawing intuition that [the ego does] not really exist. Suspecting that the sense of self is a groundless construction, we went to temples and churches to ground ourselves in God; now we ground ourselves financially.

The problem is that the true meaning of this meaning-system is unconscious, which means, as usual, that we end up paying a heavy price for it. The value we place on money karmically rebounds back against us: the more we value it, the more we use it to evaluate ourselves."

- David Loy, from "Buddhism and Money: The Repression of Emptiness Today." Buddhist Ethics and Modern Society: An International Symposium, edited by Charles Wei-hsun Fu and Sandra A. Wawrytko, 1991.

Porcellio scaber “White Noise,” a morph that I bred last year from a cross involving “Dalmatian.” like “Dalmatian” P. scaber, most of the body lacks pigment, but “White Noise” reduces the pigmentation even further, resulting in very tiny markings, if any. the name (suggested by someone on Tumblr!) comes from the staticky appearance of the variegated eyes, a trait I don’t think I’ve seen in any other mutation.

I am in the process of breeding out the “Dalmatian” gene to figure out what the mutation responsible for the reduced pigment and eye variegation looks like in an otherwise normal isopod.

But really I am at a point where I’m fed up. “Oh no, one who still complains.” Most people who don’t make creations write this.

Tumblr has changed. Everything has changed on this site. It has become like Instagram. No one reblogs anymore, no one takes the time to thank or comment on a creation. Everything is normal, everything is due for some. It doesn’t matter if we didn’t have the obligation to do so, it’s important. Without the creators this site will disappear and becomes empty. And whatever the creators: (Gifmaker / Fanart / Fanfiction…).

If you don’t create immediately it is too late for you because your post will be drowned in the ocean of others (always the same). If you want to do it later because you have a life, your post will no longer be interesting because people move on so quickly on contents. If your post is not in a tag (always bug from tumblr), nobody will see it. Either you are lucky or no. And for me these trends in the application destroyed everything. We did not have that and people shared as much as they liked a creation.

Already that no one reblog now, you (not reblogging) are killing the creators. Because you have to share to keep alive things. And support your fandom. Don’t say that your fandom is dead if you do nothing to keep it and make it live. Putting a “like” is useless because the work will not be seen with others. And the content will remain in the shade and your <favorite page> is closed to others. If you can put a like that means that you liked the post, so REBLOG it, please.

Also, Tumblr does not help the creators, they drown them just as much with their ridiculous algorithm. And popular tags that some abuse to have thousands of notes (90% likes). Also, indirectly I understand the creators who try to use these tags in trends to show their true creations.

And as it had to be worse, staff put a community label option on the sexual theme which will only attack the real creators instead of porn blogs that you can find in each tags of this site. It is always necessary to put obstacles to the creators who bring everything to this site. And the worst part is those who have nothing other to do than to make unnecessary report to get a creation invisible even more.

And it doesn’t matter if you have a lot of subscribers, it doesn’t change anything. Strictly nothing. The only thing that works is to reblog but again this is no longer the case on this site. So I understand that the newcomers abandoned so quickly. Because we don’t all have popular blogs that will share us every time. And I understand so much the creators who decided to stop. I understand more and more that they are discouraged. Like me. And maybe I will end up this path.

This is so incredibly stupid I love them

More alien thoughts:

So you know how fireflies glow in order to attract mates? What if there was an alien species that did that. They may be insectoid, they may not be, but in any case, they just flirtatiously light up at people they’re interested in. Or maybe they also just use it as a sign that they want to form friendly relations. So when they first meet other species they blink their lights at them to show them they’re friendly.

I was reading someone’s post about how a lot people dislike bugs but like fireflies because they glow. So maybe most humans warm up to them pretty quickly because the lights immediately make them seem more cute and appealing. Later, humans need to differentiate a friendly blink from a flirtatious one.

Meanwhile, a mimicking species also glows, however they use their glow to draw in prey (like a lantern fish does). Knowing that their sister species is peace loving and trusted by the other species, they use their similar luminescent abilities to their advantage. Space soon needs to learn to pick out little differences between the two species so they know what they’re getting into when they’re glowed at—do they think you’re cute or do they think you’re dinner?

Aaand because I love unlikely relationship dynamics, maybe in very rare occasions, the aggressive species actually does come to like a human/other species, but people have a hard time trusting them because of the general behavior of their planet.

I’m imagining a human with an aggressive glowing partner, and they’re introducing them to friends like, “Look, my partner is so cute! They glow at me! It was so cute how blinky they were when we first met!”

And then everyone is like “O.O That’s one of the homicidal ones…”

I’m going to hold onto my community, friends, and loved ones as tight and as close as I can. We have to be there for each other. We are all we have, and that is the most important thing to me.

STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION (1987-1994) “All Good Things…” (7.25/7.26)

old OCs i think it was a magical apocalypse

Reading like the monster The Monster at the End of This Book, thrilling.

Bed against zero walls: You're a freak

Bed against one wall: Acceptable, but you can do better

Bed against two walls: Perfect

Bed against three walls: Do you live in a closet?

Bed against four walls: How???

Bed against five walls: What? That makes no sense...

Bed against six walls: Stop...

Bed against seven walls: I said stop!

Bed against eight walls: What are you doing?! That's too many walls!

Bed against nine walls: We've gone too far, I don't think we're in normal reality anymore...

Bed against ten walls: Hello? Is anybody there? How are there walls all perpendicular to one another?

Bed against eleven walls: We're definitely not in normal reality anymore

Bed against twelve walls: I think we're the only ones here. Just me and the bed.

Bed against thirteen walls: It's weirdly... cozy over here.

Bed against fourteen walls: Could this have been what I wanted all along? Solitude?

Bed against sixteen walls: Wait, Did you see that? We skipped 15.

Bed against twenty walls: No, this is definitely too much. Somebody get me out of here!

Bed against twenty eight walls: The skips are getting bigger, the walls are closing in...

Bed against forty walls: They're suffocating me...

Bed against sixty walls: Help...

Bed against one hundred walls: ...help.

Bed against two hundred walls: ...

Bed against five hundred walls: . . .

Bed against one thousand walls: . . .

Bed against five thousand walls: . . .

Bed against twenty thousand walls:

Bed against one hundred thousand walls:

Bed against five hundred thousand walls:

Bed against one million walls:

Bed against one billion walls:

Bed against one trillion walls:

Bed against one quadrillion walls: . . .

Bed against one quintillion walls: . . .

Bed against one sextillion walls: . . .

Bed against one nonillion walls: ...good night.

Oh to be two older queer men eating strawberries in our garden at the end of the world