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20.08.2026: Updated my “Books” page and placed links to all my books there.

12.08.2026: I wrote a new book, titled Hyperreal History. It is already available on Amazon.com!

04.08.2026: I wrote a new book about my family, titled My Family: My Judgement.

25.07.2026: My Reality & Objects is completed. The writing is over and I am proud of the result. I still have to re-read everything and fix any typos, but the hard work of writing the book is done. Hopefully, I will be officially published (probably in the USA). In the meantime, I will be writing a new book about my family.

15.07.2026: Updated the music track on the homepage.

10.07.2026: My new books are available on Amazon.com. Changed the homepage’s look and added to it a page that links to the books on Amazon.com. Added a new picture of my printed books to the Gallery. (My Essays book is a small compilation of my best essays. It has a new essay right at the start, titled Um Verdadeiro Amor Lúcido, and some of the other essays were recycled and improved from previous versions. I have also corrected and improved my T&M.) I have also added a new page for a critical thinking service that I am planning on offering. I still have to setup everything, but if you’re interested in it, you can contact me already and we can get down to work. I am writing a new book that I plan to publish in the coming months but I am taking my time with it, as always. It’s titled Reality & Objects. Here’s an excerpt:

“We find it interesting how in Southern Europe it is polite to offer food to your guests when you welcome them inside your home, whereas in Northern Europe it is the exact opposite: no food is offered at all. We can perfectly see the hyperpoliteness in both cases. Meanwhile, tasting a single drop of water in your own hyperfree country… Who today even believes this is possible? Obviously, whoever knows that a lot of fragments are Lost in Translation. For example, in China, the word «oranges» rhymes with the word «needles». But when you have an entire Year of the Horse to translate different hyperlanguages, things might get a little bit muddier: both coder and decoder can’t agree on what is left or right. In 2002, we took this to the extreme for the first time during the World Cup. Time zones, languages, History, etc. combined in a futuristic soviet salad, in which lots and lots of drops of water confused lots and lots subjects. And not only water. I bet the Koreans didn’t still fully appreciate Port Wine.

Fast-forward roughly twenty years: this hyperyellow fever evolved into a hyperdance fever. The distances increased, the speed increased, and whoever is unable to dance to 180 BPMs, feels a little vertigo. (Seduction, too, becomes more vertiginous.) Is it an Oil Empire? Since at this speed, the music sounds a little bit more industrial? And the dance looks, likewise, more industrial, too? For us, it is a noise that sounds beautiful. We invest in the construction of rooftops, too. Our hyperchips need protection from certain elements, after all. Investing in pretty rooftops, like in Shibuya station’s Adidas Futsal Park. Pretty useful.

In the open fields of the digital, my avatar is a new Magellan. It circumnavigated the hyperworld when it was barely 22 years old. This is the power of mathematics, quantum mechanics. The secrets of the universe were totally downloaded, peer-to-peer, in a torrent of information. But not entirely paid. They were given. There was, however, a little stutter in the download’s countdown. 3-2-1-1-1-1-1. The CD was scratched. There can’t be only one. But what about the temples of the future?

Both the truth and the little secret is that the temples of the future interact with the temples of the past. The scientists call this effect «retrocausality» when they place their little quantum tape over the nanometrical holes that sometimes erupt on their water dams. It is the same at the Large Hadron Collider. Sometimes a little screw goes missing. It’s called liberty for some. It’s called security for others. In the fields of  hyperillusion sometimes an electron goes missing when it follows its mini-circuit inside the hyperchip, and it’s all the same if this missing electron was calculated beforehand or not, as we have learned with the double-slit experiment eons ago.

Is it any wonder that my avatar sometimes sees a kind of Alzheimer on any given NPC’s brain? Not to mention  how some of them seem to have perfect amnesia. At that point, we can’t even understand what “non-playable-character” means. And true gamers know systems can be hacked and so-called NPCs can, in the end, be played with, inside and outside. Meanwhile, hyperreal (or hyperillusory, since at this hyperpoint, it’s all the same) visions erupt. Dreamers call these vision dreams. Neuroscientists call these visions fake memories. But it’s all the same ultimately. The avatar always chooses what the sign refers to, what is signifier or signified.

What about gods? In the sea, let alone in the ocean of hyperillusion, being a hyperavatar has its own disadvantages. So-called NPCs (or, to be more oldschool, short-sighted people) might feel envy for short-sighted reasons, exactly like big, adult crybabies. Envy is always childish.

Meanwhile, in Everest, they are doing hypertourism and have setup their own AirBnB app. Only there’s a little problem. Oxygen is lacking at the top of the Himalayas. And that’s why ecologists are furious. They climb dangerous mountains that they have not physically trained to climb, and, in the process, drop trash with every step they take. Who is going to clean the clothes and the polymers they actually, literally, accidentally drop on those peaks? If even professional climbers can return from those mountains with their nose burned, imagine unprepared tourists. But we all feel like tourists in a different country. And some feel like tourists inside their own country, too. I do wonder sometimes if, today, there are actual, literal piano players in the Himalayas, and perhaps a few jugglers, too, asking for coins.

Of course, these hypertourists don’t leave only trash on the hills of those mountains. With adventurous DNA, the actual, literal mountaineers might even say, “Thanks”. If inside the hermetically sealed hyperlab, a single drop of blood, or a single hair can contaminate the environment, imagine on the highest hills of the highest mountains, where the air is rare. Thinking (out loud) of which: when perfect twins live perfectly different lives in perfectly different environments, can they be said to be actual, literal twins? I’m sorry, but if I happen to have a brother (twin, or not) who decided to make of high mountains his home, he must understand that I live in cities: what some people call urban jungles. Which is to say: you are not exactly my twin. And there’s no need to find me hypertwins, either. In urban jungles, different homo sapiens sapiens make somewhat different friends. It’s normal. Go back to the mountain after you’re done with your little tourism and ciao. The environment of the avatar affects its genes a certain way. The will of the avatar activates genes a certain way, too. And awake or asleep, the hyperbody of the hyperavatar makes its own genetic engineering, as it has done for thousands of years. CRISPR gene editing merely accelerates this process. Nanotechnology or plain old biology. With qubits anything is possible.

In the old model of the atom, namely in Rutherford-Bohr’s model, it was the electron that orbited the nucleus as an actual, literal particle. With hypersurgical anti-gravity technology that affects electrons, neutrons, protons, etc., we would be able, perhaps, to develop a new field of engineering or even a new artform: shapeshifting plastic surgery: instantly modifying an avatar’s face. Of course, a single picture, neither analogue nor digital,  in the hyperfree fields of hyperillusion would be able to serve as actual, literal proof. We learned that already with Wittgenstein, in general terms, but hypersubjects can find out this truth without reading him, since he was more of a logician than a philosopher. What I am trying to say, in other words, is that AI-powered photoshop or papyrus: it’s all the same in the fields of hyperillusion, since you can fake and counterfeit analogue systems and actually, literally print a Mona Lisa with perfect fidelity. It’s also a choice of style and a statement. And it doesn’t even matter what you call it. A given avatar calls the conspiracy of “modern art” a form of evolution. But we know that Darwin was wrong, and evolution is not linear. You could, instead, call it retrovolution. It’s your choice.

But Democritus was wrong: the atom is not an actual, literal indivisible particle. Nietzsche was right: Boscovich’s definition of the atom as a center of force is, strictly speaking, the correct model. Words themselves are atoms, which is why it is essential to understand this point.

This hyperidea applies to sociology, as well, which is why it is interesting to see how there is still so much superstitious hatred towards the hyperjews. Sin for migration or sin for nation-building: they can’t seem to be liked that much in many parts of the world, and there seems to exist a cross for them on either side of the ideal. The symbiotic element here is interesting. The scientific theory of the Big Bang on one side, and a single bullet on the other: you could even say this dichotomy is the start of the hyperreal (and, as we’ve seen on the above paragraph, likewise, the hyperillusion). Formerly, it was a superstitious fear of the emigrants who returned. Today, it is a superstitious fear of the immigrants who arrive. But it is all the same, in the end, since we can all be seen as hypertourists going for a walk, like the American Ulysses, in the hyperplanet Earth.

The year of the rooster was a Yin year, which is a year of light and clarity. And roosters, as farmers know, like to sing their wake-up calls in the early morning. In fact, they can be seen as ancient alarm clocks. But in hyperillusion, when even a mosquito can wake you up, we know some ancient things are mere data points in a hyperstraight hyperline. If this line is in the Greek Key, you know that China will be getting a hyperreal Terracotta Army (I mean, thousands of years in the past). You cannot fit an entire hyperodyssey in mere 300 kilobytes. But this Terracotta Army, I’ve been told, was indeed signed and locked by the ancient Greeks in the Greek Key. Meanwhile, hyperchina is riding a hyperhorse in a circuit (the hippodrome) while an entire city, planet, or maybe an entire galaxy next to it is a living museum. By our estimations, Europe is 20% slower than the Americas and the Far East, even if its colors are more beautiful. Could this European slowness apply also to the Tourette syndrome? Carl Jung was right when he correctly identified the collective unconscious. It was a fateful choice of words. He could have chosen «collective consciousness», instead. But he, like a certain Kain, realized that most of these tourettes were unconscious, practically automatic. “Conscious?” He might have spoken back, like a certain Kain. “You dare speak to me of consciousness?!”, and I would understand this interjection perfectly.

This is God’s little secret. God doesn’t want to be God. Sometimes the finger trips, the wrong string is played, and God’s believers start yelling God’s name. It’s a hyperreal set of hot-potatos, this string theory, in which a misstep could bring disaster, and juggling them around is hypercomplicated. For example. Who actually won the second World War? When both Hiroshima and Nagasaki got nuked by atomic bombs? At the mini-level, Nagasaki was a Christian city. You do the math. It’s even ironic that the airplane that dropped this second atomic bomb was nicknamed “Fat Man” by the Americans. We know how serious fat men can get in Japan, and that’s where sumo wrestling comes in. We could, in other words, reinterpret the event. Japan committed the most atrocious seppuku possible and thus ended the second World War. It is a mistake to think, however, that earthly conflict would cease to exist in the following decades.

Meanwhile, spiritual conflict applies physical conflict, which in turn applies spiritual conflict… and this process is hypernormal. Of course, both pathognomy and physiognomy play a role here. In hyperchina, they spot each other’s differences faster than in here. And now that we’re on it, why not think about waves and how they apply to conflict? More specifically, soundwaves. If AM frequencies reach more distant territories (but at a slower speed) and FM frequencies reach less distant territories (but at a faster speed), could the same be said for the frequency of the voice of the hyperactor? Decoding a hypersignal (a kind of “wow!” signal), when you have hyperspecialized only on decoding AM and your colleague next hyperdoor hyperspecialized only on decoding FM frequencies, is hypercomplicated. The amplitude of Hertz is hypersignificantly different. For example, Paokala’s MODs that he created in modern times with ancient trackers. You can only fit so much in 300 KB, and to make this tiny sound file sound good takes real craftmanship, which is where “wow!” signals come in.

The same could be said for the laughter of a hyperindividual. We already know what the best kinds of laughter are. Some laugh like little sheep, others like hypersheep. Others like hyperhyenas… Who perhaps find it surprising when there’s food on their table and even find it funny. Not all laughter is good/healthy and we know that. It’s all the same in the fields of hyperillusion, though. Different hyperindividuals laugh at different hyperjokes. The other day, I had an Olympic laughter in the wrong place (near the main train station of Zürich) and the best hyperindividuals immediately showed up. “What is this guy laughing at?”, they must have thought to themselves.

At CERN, internet and hyperillusion perfectly flow into each other. The third elements use the internet a lot (depending on the decade, they can even use it to setup meet-ups). Baudrillard was wrong: not every reply was already hard-coded: merely its hyperpossibility: which, of course, the first two elements either forget about or are unable to imagine. The idea that coding monkeys could recreate Shakespeare’s works given enough time, if they pressed the keys on their keyboards enough times, might be correct, but we are not coding monkeys: we can become new Shakespeares ourselves, especially if we are given proper education. Not to mention that on the other side of the screen there’s another human being pressing the keys on his/her keyboard, which makes the span of possible replies nearly endless. Synchronization between two people in daily life works the same way: some call it “having chemistry”, but this chemistry is something that must be worked on constantly. Hyperseduction does get vertiginous. Imagine I ask you out for dinner. We both like sushi. But I am calmer and stiller than you. The restaurant around us must shapeshift to accommodate both of us. I seduced you, but you still needed convincing. And I forgot to tell you: I eat venomous fish. In hyperchina, there are a lot of men eating venomous sushi and they do not call it poison. Meanwhile, tuna (which the hyperchinese love) is said to have the highest amounts of mercury inside their body (which as we know, is toxic to the homo sapiens sapiens species). Some say there is no longer fish in the Chinese coast. But what does that matter if all you want out of the fish is… food? (Since their goal might have been to crush any and all possible microchips a potential enemy might have placed inside the brain of some little spy fish.) If what you want out of fish is food, there’s a little thing called «fish tanks» and we can build them anywhere we want. I have in fact heard in the past that most salmon is produced in this manner. Of course, some might prefer their fish to be fished fresh out of the ocean, and I understand both kinds of paranoia.

Meanwhile, eating sushi is a kind of gamble. You eat it raw. It is higher-level gambling in which you pay with your health, and actual, literal life. It is a common gamble in hyperchina, which is, of course, hyperfree and hypersecure, and hyperaddicted to pachinko machines. The ultimate logical consequence of this process is for the hyperchinese to arrive at hyperthought. A thought that already knows every truth and that has its own library. In a library, there are bookshelves, and these bookshelves must be organized, and, of course, sometimes they get disorganized. And some libraries are tidier than others, too. For example, hypereuropean libraries might confuse hyperchinese librarians, and so on. This was the European bet, which was done decades ago. In other words, European multiculturalism applies to the entire spacetime. That is to say, it applies to time itself, not just space.”

25.06.2026: Changed the audio track on the homepage. Major update coming soon. An expansion of my Life Updates book and a new, short book entitled Essays (reusing and recycling old writing, but with some new stuff, too.)

04.03.2026: Published my “Life Updates” page in book form. Added the book to my “Buy My Book” page. Updated the “Index” page with the content of my “Life Updates” book.

02.03.2026: Published my second book, titled Life Updates! Moved the aphorisms on the homepage to the “Life Updates” page. Small update on the website.

6.01.2026: Added a new entry to my “Life Updates” page, titled Situationships.

3.01.2026: Added two new entries to my “Life Updates” page, titled AI’s Massive Energy Usage and The Fourth Book.

1.01.2026: Added three new entries to my “Life Updates” page, titled Different Genetics, When Theory Sees Further, and Forgetting a Friend’s Name.

31.12.2025: Added a new entry to my “Life Updates” page, titled Lucky Conquests.

28.12.2025: Added two new entries to my “Life Updates” page, titled Ecommerce Dreams and Éla Malaka. Added a download link to a PDF containing my love poems to my “Poems” page.

23.12.2025: Added a new entry to my “Life Updates” page, titled Super Daygame Turbo: Champion Edition.

22.12.2025: One of my articles on bitcoin was published on Nasdaq’s official website! Just found out about it!

18.12.2025: Free trial over! Buy my book to read my entire work.

14.12.2025: Added a new entry to my “Life Updates” page, titled The Endgame of Capitalism.

9.12.2025: Added a video of me doing pullups to the “Gallery” page.

1.12.2025: Added a new entry to my “Life Updates” page, titled 95^th Percentile.

28.11.2025: Follow me on Youtube!

7.11.2025: Follow me on SoundCloud!

20.10.2025: Added a new entry to my “Life Updates” page, titled My Love Poems.

19.10.2025: My poem Meu Amor will be published in Chiado Books’ anthology Entre o Sono e o Sonho – Vol XVII.

16.10.2025: Updated the homepage of The Stillest. Added “Search” and “Scroll” links to the header.

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