I’m entertaining the idea that Romantic love, if you are identified with its essence is largely, if not entirely an egoistic pursuit. That’s why so many relationships lead to suffering and end in madness. Most relationships are based on acts of fulfilling each other’s false sense of identities or the expectations that arise from the roles we play.
When you tell another person “I love you”, you are immediately claiming possession and creating separation and differences through power play. You are separating yourself from her and chopping her into little fragments to fill up the empty slots you’ve molded for yourself. There is no “I” here and no “you” there…so how can you claim to love the other person when you are both already the Love that is? Maybe Love is what remains after you strip away all concepts, beliefs, and ideas you have about reality, especially about what a relationship should be and who/what the other person is. In this sense Love is synonymous with Truth.
The ultimate goal of life is to be the only person left in the world and still be happy.
生命的最終目標是： 成為全世界上唯一留下來的一個人, 但仍然快樂幸福
Back in 2010 right after I deliberately wanted to lose all my muscle mass to appear more pseudo-intellectual.
I was deep in my neuroscience phase, and all I wanted was to be a disembodied brain, crawling around making squishy noises and devouring books for macros while leaving a trial of mental cum for the maids to clean up.
I thought my body got in the way, and I wanted it to melt into nothingness. I went from 160 lbs to 143 in 2 months. I did 3 hours of cardio in the morning followed by 10 egg whites for lunch and lettuce for dinner. When I realized my genetic potential would never allow me to be just a brain-in-a-vet, I looked for the smallest vehicle to drive my intellect around the 3 dimensional space that was trapping my soul.
Just as I couldn’t decide to be the vertical jump, speed, power or strength in my nervous system phase (this indeterminacy in identity is why I had PRs all across the board), I had an internal struggle between taking on the form of Bruce Lee or Brad Pitt (thank god I haven’t seen the Machinist). My main goal was Bruce Lee. He was smaller at 135 lbs. I didn’t have the gift to become water, so I went after Tyler Durden. One of you understood my struggle, so he made this wallpaper using a line from Fight Club while quoting it as Bruce Lee.
It’s only recently, through Vipassana that I’ve finally solved the mind/body problem with the insight that there is no such problem at all. Both the “body” and the “brain” are inside the mind, manifested as concepts and sensations arising through awareness. As you can see from my last post, this realization set me free to sculpt my hologram to its finest form up to date
I think this is exactly the kind of mass brainwash we undergo every day. If we believe we are the body, or that the “self” or identities have any solidity and permanence, it’s no more delusional than putting on a VR goggle and after 20 minutes be convinced that the Virtual is the Real. But what makes VR any more or less “Real” than you swimming in dark matter while your brain is receiving signals from the wave functioning quantum reality right now?
VR is a scare because when it becomes more advanced everything we’re attached to in order to attract mates and seek social approval – cameras, clothes, selfies, cars, and the perfect physique will become less relevant and archaic.
You still have to exercise to stay in shape because you’ll still need to use the body to manipulate the virtual world and fight and fuck other avatars. But aesthetics will be less important. So we are going back to our primal/physicals routes while being simultaneously ejected toward the other side of the dichotomy.
VR will force people who never think about philosophy to confront century-old philosophical problems like brain-in-the-vet, skepticism, solipsism, would you still lift if no one sees your body? etc.
I’m excited about editing videos using my hands and body instead of just using my index finger, Tom Cruise Minority Report style. Editing Tom Cruise = sprinting Tom Cruise. We’ll finally be able to apply physical gains for video editing, making music or even writing. One of the things I hate about writing is how weird it feels to be restricted to sitting down while moving only your fingers with all these thoughts dancing in your head. It reminds you of how much you are trapped in the body.
People often ask me to give them tips on video editing. My advice: stand up while you edit. Maybe put on a pair of Nike Frees. When I’m editing I try to do it with my entire body by moving to the rhythm of the of the cuts. From the outsider’s perspective it looks like I’m dancing at a rave even when I’m editing a video without music. Walter Murch, the god of editors in Hollywood (whose book “in the blink of an eye” is a must read for everyone) doesn’t even have a chair in his studio.
This piece of abstract sculpture contains 500 calories. 80 grams of carbs and 15 grams of protein. Cut it in half and give it a squeeze and you can see how small of a daily surplus you really need to make gains.
According to Lye McDonald, (who I like because he talks about his bipolar disorder). 250 – 300 calories above your maintenance is enough to grow muscles. And some research indicates no gains between 4-500 to 1000 calorie surplus except for fat. People still message me saying how my videos inspired them to try to eat 6-8000 calories a day. Sorry bro you’re wasting your time, money and health. I was young and ignorant and locked in my “bulking” programming. It was a good phase, but if I continue to dirty bulk my metabolic rate would be screwed up beyond repair.
For a natural, once you finished with your newbie gains, 3-5 lbs of lean muscle mass a year is great progress. Once you’ve reached advanced level, 1 or 2 lbs a year is like finding gold. X 10 years and you are looking at 30 lbs of lean body mass gain in your entire life. 40 lbs tops if you’re a genetic freak. Which means if you started out at 130 you’ll look like a monster at 160-170 compared to people who don’t lift and have a better physique than 99.999999688 percent of the population.
Bodybuilding is not a sport against the iron, your competitors, or even yourself. More than anything, it’s a battle against the passage time. I compare the journey to Andy Dufresne escaping from Shawshank by removing a small piece of the wall (surplus) to escape his prison cell in the course of 20 years while fending off rapists (weights), crawling through sewer full of shit and coming out the other side with a new form and identity. Or imagine a mountain made out of all the surpluses you have to eat in your entire lifting career to build the perfect physique. Like Michelangelo chiseling away the marble to release the ideal form that’s already inside, everyday you chew and swallow a small piece until a statue hundreds of feet tall is left standing on the top of Mount Olympus.
Even if you keep telling yourself that it’s all an illusion, it still hurts like hell. Pain seems to have a completely different quality than the other sensations, like it was coming from the dimension beyond the dualistic universe of appearances, seeping its way into the yin/yang circle from the space beyond.
Jordan Peterson said pain is the most real thing in the universe. Not even a nanosecond during severe pain, could we doubt the existence of I Am. Descartes is wrong. It should be, “I suffer, therefore I am”. Maybe pain is the fastest gateway to truth. People pack into gyms and meditation halls to feel something real. It’s a pain inducing factory and simulator; to generate suffering in a safe, controlled and artificial environment. To escape the outside world where people would do anything, run any conceivable programs to numb it. When an artist points the camera at the world, what she is actually doing is sticking the camera into her own wound, smearing it around and sacrificing herself to make others become aware of the sensations she is experiencing. A little bit of herself is destroyed every time she creates something. The endless trips into the Unknown leaves many scars, and in many cases their life ends and their career begins with suicide.
When I was 5 years old I would put my middle finger between the cracks and slam the door just to see what would happen. How can I get dem feels? What’s really on the inside? What is Real? Over the course of a few months, I would progressively overload the exercise and slam on it harder and harder. One night my younger cousins came over to build some Legos over tea. Something was different that night. I could feel the magic; the electricity in the air. I looked down at my fingers and thought I saw a white light coming from a tunnel. But It was my bone sticking out of my finger. 3/4 of my middle finger was severed and it was barely hanging on. I received 8 stitches and ‘stay woke’ the whole time because the doctors refused to give me anesthesia for reasons I still don’t know.
Back when it was a fitness “community” and not an “industry”. It was pure. There was no vegangains but we ate our veggies anyway.
Which red pill should I take?
Today I read one of the best short story I’ve came across in my life. It’s called “Flower for Algernon”. It’s about a janitor with an IQ of 68, who through a new scientific experiment and surgery increased his IQ to above 200 then….(I won’t spoil it). The whole book comprises of his journal, or what he called “Progress Report” first person documents of his inner subjective states- thoughts and feels and views on the world, others, self, and the nature of intelligence itself while going through the transformation. His relationship with his school teacher went from a nurturing figure, to a love interest who he thought was a ‘genius’ to a mentally handicapped woman. Algernon is the white lab mice that underwent the same surgery as the main character. They would race and solve mazes together. He died. It’ll leave you with lots of thoughts and more feels. It’s a must read for those pursing aesthetics of the mind. Let me know what you think of it. #flowersforalgernon#iq#brain#homosapiens#mentalcum#nattygains#lit#fit