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I feel like my brain is off. Like toggled off. No thoughts.

I'm writing this down as a record, not because it needs expressing. There's no backpressure to express.

Something I'm meditating on: I know nothing about what's outside of my physical senses. From a three-body solution perspective this means freeing up the universe to hand me whatever it will, without any inadvertent interference of mine in the Knowable territory. I think of it like pulling the borders of the Unknown up close, as close as possible. Gay sauna metaphysics: I yield my knowledge of who I passed on the way in here, which unblocks probability from yielding someone that suits me. Doesn't matter who I was before — who I saw before, not was, though I'm preserving the typo because it feels meaningful — doesn't matter who I saw before, anyone could walk in. I know nothing, I know nothing, I know nothing. Tactically. And strictly speaking I bet I can get away with not knowing anything about what I'm physically sensing, either. Experience doesn't have to mean knowledge.