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i know people have come up with a variety of ways to interpret the vessels' level of sentience so im not sure if this is a mad cold take but ive always been attracted to the idea that vessels when first created are very near to the blank empty thing the pale king wanted them to be. near but not completely. near enough to be plausibly mistaken for it. and that it is only and necessarily through continuous exposure to the world that they uncover more and more personhood. that is to say, i wish for there to be an incredible irony in the pale king identifying correctly a possible vessel and in the process itself dooming the vessel to become impure. you know. metaphor for having children and all.

been thinking about this again. a hollow knight that slowly learns what it wants and what it means to want something at the same time it is also slowly learning what it means that its not supposed to. only realizing its a cage once youve grown into the bars and wanting nothing more than to go back to being small and blank and ignorant again. and at the same time the growing is such joy, how could you wish it away so easily?

a hollow knight that is the ONLY one of its siblings that has the chance to grow beyond the void at all, because it was chosen to be the pure vessel. a hollow knight that is constrained to be only the void it used to be and no longer is, because it was chosen to be the pure vessel.

always complain about things. okay, you know how programmers explain their code to rubber ducks when it's not working? same principle. an appliance breaks down. I get pissed off, try everything, go through the various stages of despair etc. I complain about it to a friend and explain why it frustrates me so bad, and suddenly I'm thinking 'wait I should try unplugging it and then doing a factory reset and then—' and I go home and do that and it starts working again. I keep losing my earrings. I complain about it to a friend, about how I keep them all in a little dish but then the specific one I want always dematerialises the moment I want it. my friend says 'I just keep them on the little card backs they came with' and I think well shit, I always throw those out. but then I think aha I can make a bunch of pinholes in a decorative postcard. genius. I read a story. it's about something I'm usually into, but for some reason I don't like this story at all. I complain about it, I figure out what irritates me about it, I have a great idea for a way better story. I try a new recipe, it doesn't come together. I bitch about it like crazy, about what I thought I did right and how it failed, and before I know it I'm explaining out loud which parts I'm inexperienced at or didn't understand or adjusted wrong. I need a little table for drawing on. I complain about it in the group chat, two days later someone says 'hey I spotted the kind of table you're looking for on the side of the road, do you want to come pick it up'. I complain, endlessly. my life is enriched. the art of complaining.

this has never been more true btw

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Finally some good news: recent studies show that the suffering is not unlimited after all, and it's just that its limits lie beyond our powers of comprehension.

If I'm not mistaken, the Bekenstein bound for a 1500g object with radius 90mm suggests there are at most 2^(1.671 * 10^42) distinct levels of suffering a human brain could experience. Large, but finite!