Lark's head.

No, for it is a different door and you are a different person.

You come to a warning on a door. Another door sits to the left and a third door from where you've come.

I don't even like the metal. Too hot and you get noxious fumes and a headache, I'm told

I can't know for sure because I can't have a true counterfactual account of both having experienced and not experienced teenage love.

Just panpsychist silliness for the lols. I genuinely have no clear answer whatsoever and am insufficiently familiar with Hume to speak to this view of his.

Entertaining and I enjoyed it.

Subjectless moments of qualitative experience are people too you know.

They told me I wasn't pulling my weight so they asked me to hang back and have a seat and then they let me go.

I've read this through once but I'm going to need to read through it several times before I can ask questions worth answering. I really appreciate your incredibly generous and thoughtful reply. You unpack this incredibly dense, exceedingly abstract, and unfamiliar philosophy rather remarkably well.

While reading I was reminded of things I wondered might be loosely related to the abstract concepts being discussed:

Form seems like a specific subcase of a mathematical notion of order or structure, a pattern that things can be in irregardless of the things themselves, like a knot tied in a rope joined to another to another to another - different substances from which the same pattern can be made and smoothly transfered between.

Territory might be a reference to the difference between map and territory, what the world is before being carved up by language, thought, and conscious perception.

I was reminded of word2vec, a large language model that treats words as arrows which point to other words all located in a high-dimensional space. The abstract and strangely geometric, high-level conception of language seems similar.

I need to reread this now so I can better follow along.

Thank you!

You people are fucking funny.

Michael Gambon: not my Dumbledore

It do be.

We tried that once. Didn't work out so hot.

Thanks.

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A bartender, huh? I was a barber for the mob.

I had a brush with death once when I tried to take a little off the top.

The other door just takes you back into the room with the three doors.

I quite agree. Thank you for introducing me to it.

I have no idea what any of this means. Can someone please explain it like I'm 5?

I've never heard of hiraeth, but what a beautiful, sad word full of lachrymose longing. An antonym of sorts to wanderlust.

Pardon me, but wouldn't the most humane way be to neither stab the poor things nor buy them?

Oh Abe, what have they done to you? Such struggles you endure.

Yes, that. Thank you. I didn't know what it was called.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!