There is going to have the first Dark ID (DID) design. The idea of DID dwelled in my mind for about two years. Now I can finally see its form. I am not sure how others receive it but it’s mine, unique to what I am. This reminds me of one thing that Jorge Borges said in Spanish. “Sólo perduran en el tiempo las cosas
Que no fueron del tiempo.” After translation, it is roughly as follows: Only things that were not of time endure in time. This I believe applies to not only time, but many other things such as life. What you are is what you are. ...

The Rolling Stones has a song, You can’t always get what you want. It simply tells us that no matter how much we yearn it we can’t always get it. The angst and the pain we have to go through, it is real. It shows us what we are not who we are. It should help us to puncture the illusion we have about who we are supposed to be. It should wake up the dreams we are in like Shakespeare said, “We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep.” ...

忽忽三年，红尘永隔；盈盈一水，青鸟难通，结想为梦，引领成劳。 异史氏曰：“花面逢迎，世情如鬼。嗜痂之癖，举世一辙。‘小惭小好，大惭大好’。若公然带须眉以游都市，其不骇而走者盖几希矣！彼陵阳痴子，将抱连城玉向何处哭也？呜呼！显荣富贵，当于蜃楼海市中求之耳！”

“Why are you looking around for help? Do you believe that help will come from outside? What is to come is created in you and from you. Hence look into yourself. Do not compare, do not measure. No other way is like yours. All other ways deceive and tempt you. You must fulfill the way that is in you.” — C.G. Jung

We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep. The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool. So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

Divided and conquered. It is not just in America, it is quite everywhere?! Imagine that the whiteness is created by the rich for the poor, in America. Then the Redness is created by the power for the powerless, in China. Tim Wise Part 3 the history of whiteness

There is one commentary on politico.eu on Ukraine by Mariam Naiem. On June 6, a catastrophic event unfolded in Ukraine as the dam in Nova Kakhovka was destroyed, another war crime by Russia. I’d like to highlight the following paragraph. “To us (Ukrainians), it feels as though the world is anticipating yet another tragedy, as if we are simply characters in a dystopian series. Only when faced with a concoction of pandemics, floods, bombings, torture and rape can we receive help and support. And not only this, but we have to repeatedly prove to the audience that we are brave, honest, “civilized” and not wasteful. Prove again and again that no, we are not Nazis — contrary to what Russian President Vladimir Putin has claimed. When making a moral case for support, that we are not irrational or too emotional.” ...

美国作家Cormac McCarthy去世了，看到了一个推引用了他小说中的一段话： “They spoke less and less between them until at last they were silent altogether as is often the way with travelers approaching the end of a journey.” 这让我想起辛弃疾的词： 少年不识愁滋味，爱上层楼。爱上层楼，为赋新词强说愁。 而今识尽愁滋味，欲说还休。欲说还休，却道天凉好个秋！ 岁月带来了似曾相识的沧桑感。 McCarthy还有写火的段落，比如在Blood Meridian: “The flames sawed in the wind and the embers paled and deepened and paled and deepened like the bloodbeat of some living thing eviscerate upon the ground before them and they watched the fire which does contain within it something of men themselves inasmuch as they are less without it and are divided from their origins and are exiles. For each fire is all fires, and the first fire and the last ever to be.” ...

“We are living through the end of the useful internet. The future is informed discussion behind closed doors, in Discords and private fora, with the public-facing web increasingly filled with detritus generated by LLMs, bearing only a stylistic resemblance to useful information. Finding unbiased and independent product reviews, expert tech support, and all manner of helpful advice will now resemble the process by which one now searches for illegal sports streams or pirated journal articles. The decades of real human conversation hosted at places like Reddit will provide useful training material for the mindless bots and deceptive marketers that replace it.” ...

A river runs through it by Norman Maclean Like many fly fishermen in western Montana where the summer days are almost Arctic in length, I often do not start fishing until the cool of the evening. Then in the Arctic half-light of the canyon, all existence fades to a being with my soul and memories and the sounds of the Big Blackfoot River and a four-count rhythm and the hope that a fish will rise. ...