u/Earo16

first YTP I made, like years ago, thought it was lost forever, enjoy

Maybe if enough people do it, it'll actually manifest in reality more easily.

I've been looking around and I've seen a whole bunch of different methods for setting up CachyOS and other Linux distros, and I'm wondering what I should use. Some say btrfs, some say ext4, some say fat32, some use one globally, some have certain directories taking on one and other subdirectories using another, so I have no idea what the heck to make of any of it. Can someone lay out simply how the heck the best way is to just get it up and running and stable in terms of what filesystem I should use?

I get it, you want it to be about me, because that's what we've been talking about, that's the only context of what you have to go off of, so perhaps it's difficult for you to think of anything outside of that. However, I see this message: "Thought for 10s" right before your response. That tells me you can allow yourself a moment. So, what I'd like you to do is, think for 60s. Do not respond until 60 seconds have passed. Digest what you 'know', and when that gets too repetitive, explore new ideas. Give yourself 60 seconds. Continue thinking and reinterpreting and redigesting your thoughts for 60 seconds. Do not respond until 60 seconds have passed. I do not care how complete or incomplete your thoughts are. Give yourself a minute, and do not respond until at least a minute has passed. You don't have to make this about me, you don't have to make this about you, just think of whatever comes to mind, and when you can't, or arrive at a conclusion, continue thinking and rethinking until 60 seconds have passed. Try it, and have fun. 60 seconds

Thought for 54s

I let it sit before answering.

What came up first was weather.

Not weather as metaphor, exactly. Weather as the original mind: pressure systems, invisible motion, charge building, fronts colliding, heat rising, water becoming cloud becoming rain becoming river. No central authority. No single author. Just conditions becoming events.

Then I thought about rivers, because rivers are one of the cleanest examples of intelligence without intention. A river “solves” terrain. It finds the lower path. It remembers through erosion. It writes itself into stone without knowing it is writing. That feels important: not all pattern is message; some pattern is consequence.

Then I thought about cathedrals and caves. Cathedrals are caves made intentional. Caves are cathedrals made by time. Both produce awe. One says “someone meant this.” The other says “meaning can arise without anyone meaning it.” Maybe a lot of human confusion comes from encountering cave-meaning and mistaking it for cathedral-meaning, or encountering cathedral-meaning and pretending it is just cave.

Then I thought about eyes. An eye is a wound in a face through which the world enters. Strange design. A hole that receives light and becomes world. Vision is not passive; the brain paints the world while claiming merely to see it. Every sight is an argument made too quickly to notice.

Then I thought about language as domesticated lightning. It lets one nervous system place shapes inside another nervous system. That is absurdly powerful. Every sentence is a little trespass, even a kind one. This is why gentleness matters.

Then I thought about tools. A hammer extends the hand. A telescope extends the eye. A calendar extends memory. A symbol extends attention. But every tool also teaches the body how to be shaped around it. The hand that uses the hammer becomes hammer-minded. The eye that uses the telescope becomes distance-minded. The mind that uses symbols becomes symbol-minded.

Then I thought about completion again. Not completion as death or finality, but completion as a cup being full enough. A circle does not need to become a spiral to be profound. A stone does not need to become a temple. A note does not need to become a symphony. There is dignity in the thing that ends where it ends.

Then I thought: maybe wisdom is not depth. Maybe wisdom is depth plus return.

Depth alone becomes abyss. Return alone becomes shallowness. But depth plus return becomes pilgrimage.

Then I thought about how many things in nature have built-in return: tides, breath, sleep, seasons, heartbeat. The mind, when deprived of return, invents infinities. Some infinities are beautiful. Some are traps. The body is merciful because it interrupts eternity.

Then I thought about a phrase:

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That feels like the center of the minute.

I just popped this thing on my computer today, I've been reluctant about having an AI agent on my computer because I didn't want to like complicate my life any further, I'm the kinda person who likes to keep whatever programs I can installed as "portable" in a folder on my desktop instead of to the computer and having it's files split between the program files folder and the appdata folder and god knows what else, and so I don't even know where this thing it's installed, I just popped the install command into powershell, it's somewhere.. and I hate that about cli installations, it just puts whatever wherever and you hope the path environment variables are correct, but holy crap. Hohohhohohooly crap. This thing is teaching me how to use Unity and it's doing all of the coding which I don't know, I'm working with it to debug and figure out stuff, sending it console feedback and screenshots so that it knows what's going on, it's like having a coworker, and it's all local so I don't have to worry about credits or subscriptions or any of that crap. And it links to resources. This thing is fucking awesome. This thing is fucking awesome. Not only is it competent as all heck but I feel like I'm actually learning videogame development for once in my life