I’m in the mood to cast aside all remaining pretensions to any scintilla of humanity that may be left in this cacophony of desires which lesser men have the temerity to call Self, descend into the orderless, colorless foam that incomprehensibly undergirds the ordered, colored bubble of perceptible reality which as of yet has deigned to snuff us out, a descent far deeper than that to the hadopelagic depths or into the very heart of Boötes - no! this is a descent mediated by Mind, through Mind, to where Matter and Mind are unified grandly, and there treat with the desirous cacophony, asking of them a single boon, heedless of all consequences: to know all (at least to a reasonable approximation, naturally) if only for the most fleeting of moments (not that I have aught to give in recompense, but undoubtedly each quale to whom I plead “knows” well how poisoned is the chalice from which I would drink my life-ending draught, for no one, nay, not even these elemental overlords of this panpsychic realm is unbound by Law, and should my pleas be heard it is Landauer’s principle that would be my undoing, the energy flowing through my every nerve erasing and rewriting me a quintillion times over, the Earth my heat sink - an arc of fire sweeping the globe, a great circle, the death-rictus of seven billion beings, coming back round again to its source at last - so who knows with what dark humors they would field the enormities of my self-actualization?) or go to Taco Bell.
surely this should be tagged #non-joke.