Wander the garden


Come into the garden, Maud,
For the black bat, night, has flown,

Come into the garden, Maud,
I am here at the gate alone;

And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,
And the musk of the rose is blown.

For a breeze of morning moves,
And the planet of Love is on high,

Beginning to faint in the light that she loves In a bed of daffodil sky,

To faint in the light of the sun she loves,
To faint in his light, and to die.


Hypertext creates a graph-like structure instead of a linear hierarchy, which is more like how I think. (And I prefer it aesthetically.)

I'm done writing essays on this blog for the time being. They don't make me feel sparkly.

Contents

Title Page
Things I love Aesthetics
Things to talk about Conversation Topics
My notes #notes
What I'm doing Now
What I should be doing Doing
Music I like Music
On values Values
On social infrastructure Social Infrastructure
On infinite regress Regress
In-progress notes on transformers Transformers
In-progress notes on set theory Foundations


Note: Your URLs are not safe! I'll try to avoid changing the links to my blog posts, but any page in the garden (i.e. any page without the word count indicated) may be subsumed back into the aetherial churn, returned once again from its sparkling identity to the primordial unity.

If you want to archive something on this website, copy-pasting the text or printing to pdf are good options, or you can link to the file in the github history under a commit where it's in the state you want to keep it in.

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