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Is there any gas here?
Nothing is hissing... So... It hears like it is not. I mean,
of course, natural gas. If so, then Nature
should be here. First of all. Is there any Nature here?
Probably there is. Probably means it may be here or it
may be not... So, maybe there is a putrefaction gas here. To
have here a gas of this kind something should putrefy here.
Does anything putrefy in Liberland? With no doubt there are
some putrid thoughts. And decaying ideas. Rotten morality
could be found here, too…. Is it enough?
But maybe some swamps could be found. Yes, they should be
somewhere. And over the swamps tiny flames here and there
proving the presence of gases that billow deep in the marshy
bottomlessness and come to the surface as reckless bubbles
sometimes transporting pieces of hideous matter of corpses and
Nobody has been looking for it. So nobody knows... Something
worth checking. Or not worth? If there is petroleum here, then
all A would be transformed into oil rigs. Not a nice vision,
Maybe. If there is a forest
here (and there is one) and if there is a swamp in this forest
(maybe there is – the forest is quite big and thick, so
different things can take place in it), there will be a mire,
a peat bog. And one day in the future there will be coal.
Brown and black. One day in the future means nobody
knows when. We will have to wait much too long. Nobody would
be so patient….
A river. Yes – a river would be good. Especially a rapid one,
rushing, falling from a height….. Well, any water. Flowing.
Moving. Troubled. Rough…. Yes. Water would be better, much
There is a river here, but a lazy one, very lazy, flowing so
slowly, that almost unnoticeably. There is a sea,
too. But this sea is extremely calm, not rough at all. It's
calm as a lake. Waves are like mute ripples. Tides are
imperceptible. Maybe there are no tides at all…. And there are
no waterfalls. No geysers. No fountains…. But there is a desert.
A desert! Good! Desert can be useful. Provided that sharp
winds dance wildly on it spilling sand grains constantly….
Sand and sun…. Well, the sun
– sometimes it shines, sometimes does not. More often it does
not shine. More often Liberland is covered with darkness than
flooded with light…… But these sand grains moving and being
spilled constantly. This is something very interesting.
Provided that it happens constantly. Constantly, ceaselessly –
this is very important.
Do winds blow here?
Winds, winds, winds…. Once again dreams about a windmill. At
least a small windmill on the roof….. But the winds blowing
here are so lazy. They are supposed to be gale and hurricanes,
yet nothing flaps, nothing is captured and torn, nothing is
So maybe clouds?
Clouds flow ceaselessly. They keep flowing. They flow and flow
and nothing results from this flowing but a useless overcast….
So, maybe they could drag something? push? pull? whirl?
There are no clouds here. Most probably. It's either bright or
dark. Maybe these clouds are totally different, maybe they
should be looked for somewhere else, not in the sky…….. Is
there any sky
here? If there is a sky here, then it is white. Most often
white. The clouds are coloured and they don't flow. If they
What is here? Are there any atoms here? To make fissions or
Atoms? Something like dots? Yes, there are plenty of dots
here. And plenty of strokes, too.
So, what is here? Dots. Points. Strokes. Lines. Signs. Forms.
Figures. Shapes. Letters. Words. Phrases…… And if they are
here, then there is gas, swamp, coal, forest, wilderness,
gales, storms, rough sea, lightnings, roaring waterfalls,
volcanoes …… Everything. Absolutely everything.
But these dots, points, strokes, shapes, figures, lines,
letters, words, phrases….. they all don't move. And if they
don't move they are of no use.
What is swarming? What is moving, flowing, blowing, rushing,
whirling, billowing constantly?
Then let's think about the energy of thoughts.
Yes. This could be an inexhaustible source of energy for
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Thoughts – what are they?
What is Liberland: words or thoughts? signs or ideas? ……. A
combination of words ready and able to perform work? What
work? . . . . . . . . . . You see? The swarming starts at
once. Running away and chasing. Racing. Pushing and pulling.
Frictions . . . . . . . . . . . If a small, really small part
of energy could be taken from any move, from each tap of
fingers on keyboard, from every step, from every swarm and
friction of thoughts, if only a small part of this wasted
energy already wasted could be saved, then everybody would be
able to warm themselves and to light their states. . . . . . .
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The machinery of mind powered by the energy of thoughts. Perpetum
mobile. It would be so,
if a mind could exist beyond the brain.
bullshits. Self-powered bullshits. One bullshit powering the other bullshit. Yes. This is the real perpetum