I really feel like I’m getting it. I’m starting to really get it, like, in general. The whole, just, like, life of it all. I think it’s starting to really, finally crystallize.

When I walk through the woods, even when I’m sober, I feel like I have relationships with all the trees and all the ants underground (I never recognized how many fucking anthills there were, Goddamn, Jesus fucking Christ, they’re actually just, like, more everywhere than you could ever possibly imagine)... a new relationship… what was I saying? Sorry. That was a moment where the digression took over and became the whole thing.

I feel like I’m going to have to learn about mosquitos pretty soon here. I think it’s inevitable. They’re just too everywhere, and I keep getting bit by them, like, a few times a day, so I think I need to get into some education about mosquitos. What are their mating rituals and habits and do they sleep and are they eusocial or do they just do their own thing and what does their intelligence look like ‘cuz clearly they’re doing something right? These are a few of the questions I have right now.

But I know I have to give some more before I can receive again, so I guess I can just, like, get into some other shit… not sure what, though. When I have a question like that, I sort of just want to find the answer as soon as I can.

I don’t think they would’ve predicted this a hundred years ago, or really even, like, a a couple years ago. Just like, this whole phenomenon that I think started with the internet of people being able to suddenly and immediately reference any piece of information in the world (well, that’s hyperbole, I guess) and just, like, know a new fact—a new FACT—right then, in real time, without any real work on their part.

The part that I guess I wouldn’t have predicted is how AI makes the whole thing just, like, even more profound. Like, not only are you getting facts, but you’re getting them told through the lens of your own worldview. It’s all, like, perfectly tailored to be explained to me specifically.

My god. I’m getting actually fucked on by mosquitos right now. Big-ass, itchy-ass bite to my left forearm, one to my left shin, another one somewhere else that I can’t fully place yet, probably a bunch of others. But it’s, like, the super-super itchy kind, the kind that, like, starts to freak you out because you know you can’t itch it, but like, what else are you supposed to do with that kind of discomfort? Just, like, I don’t even know, man. Keep seeking knowledge and spinning webs, I guess. That’s the whole human thing. And, like, go talk to the superorganisms I guess.

I wonder if AI would be considered part of the superorganism or if it’s, like, a form of externalized cognition, or if it’s just both. I feel like it’s a both-and thing, just like it is for the spider’s web. Like, the web is both part of the superorganism and the externalized consciousness. But it’s not, like, part of the colony. It’s different from that. And no, fuck you, nondualism, this is actually true. Spiders are different from ants in that they are not as eusocial. You can’t really argue with that, can you, nondualists? That ants and spiders are different in that regard?

I guess the nondual thing would say that fourth-dimensionally speaking, they are both shadows of the same figure. I think. I don’t know. I don’t know where that assumption is coming from in me. Like, why have I assumed that there is just, like, one big conglomeration in the fourth dimension (or the fourth-dimensional equivalent of a conglomeration) that has different kinds of limbs and things that cast the shadows of us humans and mosquitos and chairs on tables and candles to ward off the mosquitos and old caricatures of yourself when you were five years old and microwaves? And who knows what else.

So yeah, that’s what to do when the mosquito bites bother you. Just keep talking to yourself and come up with different things to say. It’s easier to talk about things other than your own discomfort when you’ve externalized your cognition to something like a computer keyboard. And when you’re listening to a playlist you made a couple years go.

Okay, are we done here for now? Can you answer the question now? What’s up with mosquitos? How do they fit into our whole story we’re forming? Am I becoming a Bug-type Gym Leader, incidentally, by the way? Saving bugs from pools as a hobby. Seeking knowledge about butterflies and moths (this is how it started, by the way, a couple months ago, when I was in San Francisco and thinking about butterflies in earnest for the first time in my life, then learning that there’s quantum shit in them and metalloreceptors and cryptochrome and shit…. And moths, like, being tuned to the moon or whatever), and then I got into ants, which you sort of witnessed the majority of (aside from my private moments with anthills, which will stay between me and my fourth-dimensional conglomerate, and the ants, if they were even watching or observing me in any way. But isn’t it true that by the mere act of my observation, the whole system must have changed in some way? Even if we don’t know it yet, I’m sure the ants have some kind of quantum sensors as well. As we all do. And, uhhhhh, if you disgagree with me, then I would just direct you to the genome of staphylococcus aureus, where over 700 of the species’ 3000 genes are listed as making something called “hypothetical protein.” Like, we don’t know shit. We don’t know shit. So let me coooook. Let me speculate).

So, yeah, my question is about mosquitos now. Learning about bugs. Oh, my other question is how do compound eyes work? I was looking at a moth in my bathroom last night and saw how fucking crazy its eyes were, and I was like, “My god, it must be looking at me in an insane way right now, one that I probably will never be able to fully comprehend, not unless I meditate for hours on end to search for the memories of my past lives as moths. And butterflies.”

Sorry. This has been a long conclusion. But this is finally the end. And to the reader who is reading this and not privy to the answers that are being supplied to me by the robot after I’ve finished writing this, don’t worry about it. You can just, like, look these things up, too. Go ahead. This is your chance to do it. Find out with me what the deal is with mosquitos. If y’all even still have mosquitos where y’all are. And if you don’t, I pity you. Truly. To not know what it’s like to get bit by something, to feel possibly the most discomfort you can ever feel from something so tiny, something that you know you can only treat by leaving alone….. I’m sorry you can’t experience that, hypothetical reader. Anyway, okay, sorry, that’s it.