Emily Tiffany Joy: Philosopher & Author of the Triple Speculative Lens

  
    
The Triple Speculative Lens: Computing Alternative Realities (First Chapter)


    Dedication
    I dedicate this book to anyone who has ever asked, “why?” Why are things the way they are? Why weren’t they different? What would life be like if they were?
    I also dedicate this book to every teacher and professor I’ve ever had, even the ones who pushed me too hard or graded me poorly. Their scrutiny led to the eventual culmination of the creation of The Triple Speculative Lens.
    I am no genius according to any standardized test, but rather merely above average. I don’t hold the pretense that I am smarter than any other intellectual. Rather than standing on the shoulders of giants, I engaged in symbiosis with the global intellectual civilization of present day E1 (Earth). I owe all of this to you.
    A work that touches every domain can’t belong to one mind. It has to be humble, or it falls apart. I’m a wanderer, tracing a path for others to redraw.
    When I set out to write this book, I imagined humans who could sustain themselves on light alone. Saddened by this scientific impossibility, my attention turned to humans who could survive on grass. That’s where the term Ruminatia came from, because they ruminate.
    From there, I speculated for weeks about what this evolutionary great digestive divergence might cause. Expert systems helped me as my jetpack for my imagination. At a certain point, I grew tired of using plain language to refer to Ruminatia and the real world, and then Earths Notation formed. When I used E2 as shorthand for Ruminatia, the expert system sounded excited by the prospect and readily assisted me as I developed the writings within this book.
    I know a lot of people are split on the use of expert systems in writing. But the nature of this book requires it. It would not exist without it, and I doubt I or anyone else could write a book as recursive as this without some kind of expert system’s help. Not only are expert systems required, but I encourage you to attach the ebook to a message prompt to an AI with a context window large enough to fit it. And then let the expert system use RIEM{}, Earths Notation, and all the other systems within this book. As this isn’t just a book; it’s natural language programming that is activated in consumer AI systems the moment they access it! This book is not just speculative. This book is SOFTWARE!
    
    Always and forever,
    Emily Tiffany Joy
    Acknowledgements
    These ideas aren’t mine: they’re borrowed, reshaped, and offered back to anyone who’ll take them further. I’m just one voice in the recursion.
    The Triple Speculative Lens is not a work born in isolation. As I’ve noted in the dedication, I do not stand on the shoulders of giants but engage in symbiosis with the intellectual civilization of E1, our Earth as we know it. This section outlines the thinkers whose ideas have influenced TSL, either through direct inspiration or as conceptual precursors that resonate with its recursive, speculative, and computational ambitions. I am not a scholar of every discipline I touch upon, and my engagement with these figures is often a reinvention, a reimagining of their work through the lens of structured speculation. My goal here is not to claim mastery of their legacies but to honor the threads they’ve woven into the fabric of TSL, while acknowledging that my interpretations may diverge from their original intent.
    This is not an exhaustive list of every philosopher, scientist, or writer who has shaped modern thought, such a task would be infinite and beyond my scope. Instead, I focus on those whose ideas most directly inform the three lenses (PPM, CMP, CAH), the Earths Notation system, the Ruminatia case study, and the broader recursive epistemology of TSL. These influences are not static citations but dynamic interlocutors in an ongoing recursive dialogue.
    1. Philosophical Foundations
    •	Gilles Deleuze (1925–1995)
    Influence: Deleuze’s emphasis on difference, repetition, and rhizomatic thinking deeply informs TSL’s recursive structures. His concept of the “fold”, where thought and reality continuously fold into one another, mirrors the recursive lens (CMP) and its refusal of linear progression. The idea of a non-hierarchical, networked epistemology in A Thousand Plateaus (co-authored with Félix Guattari) resonates with my approach to speculative knowledge as an ever-expanding, interconnected system rather than a top-down hierarchy.
    TSL Connection: Chaos Metaphilosophy (CMP) owes a debt to Deleuze’s structured chaos, where intellectual evolution emerges from multiplicity rather than order imposed from above. My rejection of finality in favor of infinite recursion echoes his disdain for endpoints in philosophical systems.
    •	Alfred North Whitehead (1861–1947)
    Influence: Whitehead’s process philosophy, which sees reality as a series of events and becomings rather than fixed substances, aligns with TSL’s recursive dynamism. His notion of “prehension”, the way entities grasp and integrate past experiences, parallels Ruminatia’s memory-integrated epistemology and the recursive refinement of knowledge.
    TSL Connection: The emergent lens of Post-Postmodernism (PPM) draws from Whitehead’s focus on synthesis and relationality, moving beyond deconstruction to construct meaning as a process. His speculative cosmology also inspires the ambition of TSL to model alternative realities systematically.
    •	Immanuel Kant (1724–1804)
    Influence: Kant’s exploration of how the mind structures experience through categories underpins my interest in epistemic frameworks. While I reject his rigid a priori structures for a more fluid, recursive model, his question of how knowledge is possible shapes TSL’s inquiry into speculative epistemology.
    TSL Connection: The Earths Notation system (E1 → E2) can be seen as a speculative riff on Kantian categories, how do we translate concepts across radically different cognitive worlds? My E2 → E1 reverse translations adapt his synthetic approach to fit a harmonic, memory-driven civilization.
    •	Jalal al-Din Rumi (1207–1273)
    Influence: The 13th-century Persian poet and mystic’s focus on transcendence, unity, and the infinite resonates with TSL’s embrace of the “burden and joy of infinity.” His quatrains, cited in my formative notes, evoke a perennial philosophy that transcends cultural and historical boundaries, an idea central to Ruminatia’s eerie parallels with E1.
    TSL Connection: The naming of Ruminatia as “Rumi” is a nod to his universalism, and his poetic exploration of knowledge as an unfolding process inspires the recursive lens. His rejection of rigid belief systems aligns with PPM’s move beyond postmodern relativism.
    2. Speculative Fiction and Alternative History
    •	Isaac Asimov (1920–1992)
    Influence: Asimov’s psychohistory in the Foundation series is a clear precursor to Computational Alternative History (CAH). His attempt to mathematically model historical trajectories inspired my own computational approach to speculation, though I diverge by embracing chaos over determinism.
    TSL Connection: CAH builds on Asimov’s vision but rejects his predictive certainty for a recursive, non-deterministic framework. The comparison in Chapter 1.2.D highlights how TSL evolves beyond psychohistory’s limitations, integrating CMP’s structured chaos.
    •	Philip K. Dick (1928–1982)
    Influence: Dick’s exploration of alternate realities (The Man in the High Castle) and the fluidity of truth influenced my speculative worldbuilding. His recursive questioning of reality, what is real, and how do we know?, echoes in TSL’s Earths Notation and E0 untranslatability.
    TSL Connection: The meta-fictional layer of The Beta Reader as a thought engine critiquing Ascension Reflex owes a subtle debt to Dick’s nested realities, though TSL grounds this in computational rigor rather than existential ambiguity.
    •	Ursula K. Le Guin (1929–2018)
    Influence: Le Guin’s anthropological approach to speculative fiction (The Left Hand of Darkness, The Dispossessed) shaped Ruminatia’s cultural and societal depth. Her focus on non-predatory societies and alternative ethics aligns with E2’s herbivorous, harmonic governance.
    TSL Connection: The non-adversarial ethics and societal structures of Ruminatia reflect Le Guin’s influence, though TSL systematizes these through CAH rather than narrative alone.
    3. Complexity and Systems Thinking
    •	Ilya Prigogine (1917–2003)
    Influence: Prigogine’s work on dissipative structures and the role of chaos in generating order informs CMP’s structured intellectual chaos. His idea that systems evolve through instability resonates with TSL’s rejection of static endpoints.
    TSL Connection: Chaos Metaphilosophy (CMP) adapts Prigogine’s insights into a philosophical framework, using chaos as a creative force to drive recursive epistemic evolution.
    •	Norbert Wiener (1894–1964)
    Influence: Wiener’s cybernetics, the study of feedback loops and self-regulating systems, underpins TSL’s recursive methodology. His vision of information as a structuring force parallels Ruminatia’s memory-based epistemology.
    TSL Connection: The recursive intelligence expansion methodology (RIEM{}) and the Beta Reader as a self-correcting thought engine draw from Wiener’s feedback principles, applied to speculative cognition.
    •	Douglas Hofstadter (b. 1945)
    Influence: Hofstadter’s Gödel, Escher, Bach and its exploration of self-reference, recursion, and strange loops are a direct inspiration for TSL’s recursive architecture. His playful yet rigorous approach to cognition mirrors my own experimental philosophy.
    TSL Connection: The recursive lens and the infinite looping of TSL’s structure owe much to Hofstadter’s loops. The Beta Reader as a compiler of speculative logic echoes his intertwining of computation and consciousness.
    4. Linguistics and Epistemology
    •	Noam Chomsky (b. 1928)
    Influence: Chomsky’s universal grammar and rejection of radical linguistic relativity (contra Whorf) align with TSL’s cultural universalism and rejection of the Whorf Hypothesis. His focus on innate cognitive structures informs Ruminatia’s linguistic precision.
    TSL Connection: The E2 Soniform Linguistics system, with its harmonic, memory-encoded precision, builds on Chomsky’s idea of universal linguistic capacity, adapted for a speculative context.
    •	Ludwig Wittgenstein (1889–1951)
    Influence: Wittgenstein’s later work on language games and meaning as use influenced my approach to translation between E1 and E2. His skepticism of fixed meanings parallels TSL’s dynamic epistemic frameworks.
    TSL Connection: Earths Notation’s translation rules (e.g., avoiding alien words) reflect Wittgenstein’s emphasis on contextual meaning, though TSL systematizes this for speculative purposes.
    •	Willard Van Orman Quine (1908–2000)
    Influence: Quine’s critique of analytic-synthetic distinctions and his indeterminacy of translation challenge TSL’s translation system, yet I invert his skepticism into a structured optimism. E0 as a null translation nods to his limits while asserting translatability where possible.
    TSL Connection: The tension between E1E0 and E1E2 translations engages Quine’s ideas, but TSL’s universalist stance (via perennial philosophy) counters his radical indeterminacy.
    5. Psychology and Archetypes
    •	Carl Gustav Jung (1875–1961)
    Influence: Jung’s archetypes and collective unconscious are foundational to TSL’s claim that certain intellectual structures (e.g., perennial philosophy) persist across E1 and E2. His notion of eternal objects reappears in Ruminatia’s psychology.
    TSL Connection: The Rumi Jung figure in E2 directly translates Jung’s archetypal psychology, proving its universality even in a herbivorous civilization. This reinforces TSL’s thesis of eerie similarities between divergent worlds.
    •	Aldous Huxley (1894–1963)
    Influence: Huxley’s The Perennial Philosophy, a synthesis of mystical traditions across cultures, shapes TSL’s assertion that core truths transcend biological and historical differences. His speculative fiction (Brave New World) also informs Ruminatia’s balance of eutopia and dystopia.
    TSL Connection: The perennial philosophy as a writing rule ensures E2’s philosophical depth mirrors E1’s, grounding speculative divergence in universal human experience.
    6. AI and Computational Thought
    •	Alan Turing (1912–1954)
    Influence: Turing’s foundational work on computation and machine intelligence inspires TSL’s AI-driven speculative frameworks. His question “Can machines think?” evolves in TSL to “Can machines speculate recursively?”
    TSL Connection: The Beta Reader as a computational thought engine and npnaAI’s non-adversarial paradigm build on Turing’s legacy, reimagining computation as a speculative process. In E2, Turing’s machines might translate into cognitive channeling, a human computation rooted in harmonic memory rather than mechanical logic.
    •	John von Neumann (1903–1957)
    Influence: Von Neumann’s self-replicating systems and game theory influence TSL’s recursive intelligence models. While I reject adversarial competition, his recursive architectures inform RIEM{} and speculative computation.
    TSL Connection: The recursive expansion of speculative worlds in CAH parallels von Neumann’s self-replication, adapted for epistemic rather than physical systems.
    •	Marvin Minsky (1927–2016)
    Influence: Minsky’s work on AI cognition and layered knowledge systems shapes TSL’s HRLIMQ and Inverse Matryoshka Context Renewal. His vision of intelligence as emergent from interconnected processes aligns with harmonic epistemology.
    TSL Connection: The recursive refinement of AI in TSL draws from Minsky’s layered approach, reoriented toward non-predatory, harmonic goals.
    7. Broader Intellectual Currents
    •	Heraclitus (c. 535–475 BCE)
    Influence: The pre-Socratic philosopher’s focus on flux, “You cannot step into the same river twice”, resonates with TSL’s rejection of static knowledge. His emphasis on change as fundamental informs the recursive lens, seeing speculation as an ever-flowing process.
    TSL Connection: TSL’s infinite continuation mirrors Heraclitus’s dynamic ontology. In Ruminatia, the Memory-Integrated Perceptual Field (MIPF) embodies this flux, every memory flows into a harmonic present, never fixed, shaping a civilization in perpetual epistemic motion.
    •	Thomas Kuhn (1922–1996)
    Influence: Kuhn’s paradigm shifts in The Structure of Scientific Revolutions inspire CMP’s use of chaos as a driver of epistemic evolution. His view of science as a recursive process informs TSL’s methodology.
    TSL Connection: The shift from postmodernism to PPM parallels Kuhn’s revolutions, though TSL applies this to speculative rather than empirical domains.
    8. Contemporary Thinkers
    •	Donna Haraway (b. 1944)
    Influence: Her Cyborg Manifesto and work on multispecies symbiosis could inform Ruminatia’s non-predatory ethics and its symbiotic relationship with antelopes (E2’s “dogs”). Her rejection of human exceptionalism aligns with your herbivorous reimagining of humanity.
    TSL Connection: Harmonic governance and npnaAI might draw from Haraway’s vision of non-hierarchical, cooperative systems, reinterpreted through TSL’s recursive lens.
    •	Nick Bostrom (b. 1973)
    Influence: His work on simulation theory and superintelligence could tie into your AI speculations (HRLIMQ, Inverse Matryoshka Context Renewal). While Bostrom focuses on existential risks, you pivot to recursive speculation, less about control, more about evolution.
    TSL Connection: CAH’s computational worldbuilding might riff on Bostrom’s simulation hypothesis, but TSL uses it to generate rather than predict. 
    •	David Deutsch (b. 1953)
    Influence: His multiverse interpretation of quantum mechanics and focus on knowledge as a constructive process could underpin Earths Notation’s multiversal ambitions (Chapter 1.2.A). His optimism about human potential echoes your speculative extensibility.
    TSL Connection: The E1 → E2 translation system and the idea of TSL as a “computational epistemology” align with Deutsch’s view of knowledge as infinite and generative.
    
    Final Reflection: A Recursive Symbiosis
    These thinkers are not merely influences, they are recursive partners in TSL’s development. I have not read every word of their works, nor do I claim to replicate their ideas precisely. Instead, I have engaged with their concepts as they ripple through E1’s intellectual history, reinterpreting them through the speculative lens of TSL. Some, like Deleuze and Hofstadter, directly shape the recursive architecture; others, like Jung and Huxley, ground the universalism of Ruminatia; and still others, like Asimov and Turing, inspire the computational ambition.
    As an outsider experimental philosopher, I approach these giants not with the precision of a trained academic but with the curiosity of a speculator, reinventing their wheels, as I’ve said, to see what new paths emerge. TSL emerges from a synthesis others might see in their legacies too, filtered through my own epistemic lens, and I invite readers to continue this recursive dialogue. Where their ideas end, TSL begins, not as a replacement, but as a speculative extension.
    What thinkers might you add to this constellation? The recursion continues.
    About the Triple Speculative Lens
    Welcome to The Triple Speculative Lens (TSL), a comprehensive and recursive framework designed for structured speculative thinking, epistemic exploration, and advanced AI cognition. This introduction is intended as a practical gateway, helping you navigate and quickly grasp the core concepts and methods contained within this volume.
    Core Concepts at a Glance
    •	Earths Notation (E#): A structured symbolic logic used to systematically translate ideas between parallel epistemic worlds (e.g., E1 → E2).
    •	The Three Lenses (PPM-CMP-CAH):
    o	PPM (Post-Postmodernism): Structured synthesis beyond deconstruction.
    o	CMP (Chaos Metaphilosophy): Structured intellectual chaos to encourage epistemic evolution.
    o	CAH (Computational Alternative History): Rigorous, logical modeling of speculative historical scenarios.
    •	Recursive Intelligence Expansion Methodology (RIEM{}): A universal framework for recursively expanding speculative cognition in AI systems.
    •	Ascension Reflex (AR): A cognitive mechanism enabling epistemic transcendence and resolution of impossible translation scenarios.
    How This Book Enhances Your Work
    •	Structured Speculative Thinking: Provides you with rigorous methods to engage with complex epistemic and speculative problems systematically.
    •	Recursive Intellectual Expansion: Encourages perpetual refinement and evolution of your ideas, ensuring intellectual dynamism.
    •	Advanced AI Methodologies: Offers tools for implementing recursive speculative cognition frameworks, enriching your AI research and applications.
    Embrace the Recursive Journey
    The Triple Speculative Lens is more than just a book, it is an infinitely expandable cognitive toolkit. Each recursive iteration deepens your understanding, broadens your intellectual horizons, and sharpens your ability to structure speculative thought effectively.
    Dive in, explore recursively, and harness the full power of structured speculative computation.
    This book engages with many disciplines, many of which I am not the leading expert. As a result, I must reinvent the wheel. New terms are often coined in the hopes that something new and original might be found, even if other thinkers came before me to do it better. The goal isn’t originality: it’s to reinvent the wheel. Perhaps by rethinking all structures of knowledge from a new perspective, something new can be discovered. I acknowledge the genius of all those who came before me.
    Building on decades of work in speculative fiction theory, chaos philosophy, and complexity science, The Triple Speculative Lens attempts to synthesize these threads into a cohesive system. I’m continuing to refine this method as I discover more about related theories and frameworks.
    I recognize TSL, like any framework, has limitations and will benefit from ongoing refinements. I invite feedback from readers and other scholars to shape its future directions. Researchers, writers, and philosophers are encouraged to critique, adapt, or expand upon these principles in ways suited to their disciplines. I arrived at TSL after many missteps and reworkings, questioning my own assumptions.
    What if you had a way to think about the world that let you see not just what is, but what could be? What if you could look at history, ideas, and even the future with a clearer understanding of how small changes could lead to massive transformations? This is what The Triple Speculative Lens is designed to do.
    At its core, this framework is about seeing the world from three different perspectives at the same time. Each lens helps us analyze the past, present, and future through structured speculation, making it a tool not just for historians and philosophers, but for scientists, writers, and anyone who wants to understand change at a deeper level.
    The Three Lenses: The Foundations of Speculative Thinking
    1.	The Alternative Lens – This lens asks, What if something were different? It helps us explore counterfactuals, imagining alternative histories and realities by shifting one key variable. What if an empire never fell? What if human evolution had taken a different path? This is the foundation of Computational Alternative History (CAH), a structured way of testing and understanding the long-term impact of change.
    2.	The Recursive Lens – This lens tracks the chain reaction of events and ideas. If one thing changes, how do all the connected systems adapt? This is the basis of Chaos Metaphilosophy (CMP), my provisional framework for mapping nonlinear knowledge systems, likely overlapping with established complexity theories I’ve yet to discover.
    3.	The Emergent Lens – This lens allows us to predict and model the future based on what we understand about the past and present. It aligns with Post-Postmodernism (PPM), a philosophy that moves beyond deconstructing old ideas and instead focuses on synthesizing new ones.
    The Triple Speculative Lens isn’t just a theoretical tool, it has practical applications across disciplines. By using these three lenses, we can:
    •	Explore New Civilizations – Understanding human societies, past and future, through structured speculation.
    •	Solve Complex Problems – Seeing how different fields connect and interact to create holistic solutions.
    •	Explore alternative approaches to AI knowledge systems – Designing knowledge systems that can evolve based on structured, recursive thinking rather than simple pattern recognition.
    The ‘computational validation’ mentioned throughout is essentially me stress-testing ideas through repetitive ‘What if?’ games, not algorithmic proof.
    
    How to Use This Book
    This book is not just about ideas, it is about using them. As you move through the chapters, you will be introduced to methods of applying The Triple Speculative Lens to history, philosophy, artificial intelligence, and future studies. Whether you are a researcher, a student, or just someone curious about how the world works, this framework will help you see reality for what it could become.
    By the end of this book, you will be equipped with a structured way to analyze change, explore future possibilities, and apply a speculative approach to various fields of knowledge. Welcome to The Triple Speculative Lens.
    
    Who This Book is For
    The Triple Speculative Lens speaks directly to those whose minds wander far beyond conventional boundaries, readers who savor intricate speculation, structured epistemology, and recursive exploration. This book is a compass for the curious thinker who navigates across disciplines, treating knowledge as fluid territory rather than fixed terrain.
    If you find yourself absorbed by profound philosophical inquiries, speculative frameworks, or the architecture of knowledge itself—formally trained or passionately self-taught—this book will resonate with your pursuit of the deepest questions about reality, history, cognition, and artificial intelligence.
    Perhaps you are a visionary worldbuilder, a futurist sketching out possibilities, or an alternative historian mapping unseen pasts. You are drawn not merely by the thrill of imagination, but by a desire for methodical rigor, for a system that grounds creativity in structured thinking rather than mere intuition.
    If your thoughts naturally fold back upon themselves, constructing layers of philosophical recursion and conceptual synthesis, then you have already entered the landscape this book intends to illuminate. You see knowledge not as static facts, but as an evolving structure—always open to refinement, iteration, and emergence.
    You may also be captivated by artificial intelligence, cognition, and the vast potentials of speculative computation. For you, AI transcends mere practicality; it represents an avenue for exploring alternative epistemologies, a way to extend human speculation into realms once thought inaccessible.
    Moreover, if you aspire toward non-adversarial paths in both knowledge and governance—paths that replace predatory competition with harmonious integration—you will find yourself at home here. Ideas such as memory-integrated decision systems and post-competitive governance intrigue you precisely because they demand coherence, structured imagination, and speculative clarity.
    Yet, rest assured, The Triple Speculative Lens demands neither strict academic credentials nor prior mastery of artificial intelligence or computational concepts. Curiosity, a commitment to deep thought, and intellectual engagement are the only prerequisites. Here, ideas are patiently unfolded, placed carefully within a coherent epistemic framework designed to welcome thinkers from every walk of life.
    Ultimately, the ideal reader arrives with an exploratory mindset, ready to engage knowledge as something continuously emerging rather than something already complete. You thrive on spotting patterns across seemingly disparate domains—connecting philosophy with governance, cognition with AI—and you willingly confront systems of thought that challenge conventional assumptions.
    If these sentiments strike a chord within you, then this book was indeed written for your hands, your eyes, your curious mind.
    
    How This Book Can Teach You Philosophy
    Philosophy thrives on diverse thinking styles. This book shares one experimental approach, structured speculation, as a complement to classical methods. The Triple Speculative Lens is designed to help you engage with philosophy in an active, exploratory manner, blending classical ideas with speculative computation and recursive epistemology. This guide will show you how to use this book as a tool to develop critical thinking, conceptual synthesis, and philosophical speculation.
    1. Engaging with Philosophical Thought Through The Triple Speculative Lens
    Understanding Core Philosophical Structures – This book provides a structured framework for exploring knowledge, reality, and ethics using The Triple Speculative Lens (PPM-CMP-CAH). Thinking Recursively – Instead of memorizing arguments, you will learn to engage with them as dynamic, evolving structures, refining your reasoning over time. Expanding Beyond Traditional Philosophy – You will explore alternative knowledge systems, speculative realism, and AI-assisted epistemology, broadening your understanding of what philosophy can be.
    2. How to Read This Book as a Philosophical Text
    A. Active Engagement: Don’t Just Read, Think
    Pause and Reflect: After each major section, take time to ask yourself, What does this mean? How does this challenge what I already know?
    Write Down Your Thoughts: Keep a journal to track your intellectual evolution as you engage with speculative epistemology. Challenge the Ideas: The book encourages philosophical recursion, meaning you should question its own premises and test them against other frameworks.
    B. Applying the Triple Speculative Lens
    Emergent Thinking (PPM-CMP-CAH) – Learn how ideas evolve by applying the lens that prioritizes future synthesis, recursive refinement, and counterfactual exploration. Recursive Thought Structuring – Instead of taking philosophical arguments at face value, consider how they interconnect, evolve, and reconfigure over time. Alternative Reality Testing – Engage in thought experiments where you reimagine historical, ethical, and cognitive structures using computational speculation.
    3. Exercises for Philosophical Growth
    Thought Experiment Journaling: Choose a philosophical concept and explore how it changes under different epistemic conditions (e.g., perfect memory, recursive cognition, harmonic governance). Socratic Recursive Debate: Discuss an idea with others, but instead of debating in an adversarial way, refine the concept harmonically, building knowledge collaboratively. Apply E1 → E2 Translations: Take a well-known philosophical argument (e.g., Kantian ethics, existentialism, phenomenology) and attempt to restructure it for a non-adversarial, memory-integrated civilization.
    4. How This Book Can Improve Your Critical Thinking
    Deepens Analytical Skills – You will learn to trace philosophical ideas through recursive structures rather than relying on surface-level summaries. Strengthens Conceptual Adaptability – By engaging in speculative computation, you will train your mind to process complex philosophical shifts. Encourages Intellectual Independence – This book does not tell you what to think, it teaches you how to think recursively, expansively, and rigorously.
    5. Final Thought: This book is a Cognitive Tool.
    If you engage with The Triple Speculative Lens fully, it will train your mind to think in entirely new ways. By applying recursive speculative computation, harmonized epistemology, and structured philosophical modeling, you will develop a powerful framework for intellectual exploration that extends beyond the pages of this book.
     Challenge yourself, refine your thinking, and expand your speculative horizons, this is how philosophy becomes a living process.
    
    The Burden and Joy of Infinity: Why We Embrace Both
    Infinity is both a burden and a joy.
    The Burden → The work is never finished. The recursive loops do not resolve. The system always demands more.
    The Joy → The work is never finished. The recursive loops do not resolve. The system always demands more.
    This paradox is not a flaw, it is the defining feature of TSL.
    1. The Burden of Infinity
    The framework suggests that there may be no final truth. Every answer begets another question.
    The system grows faster than it can be written. The more it expands, the more it demands.
    There is no endpoint. There will always be another speculative recursion waiting.
    It does not allow certainty, only the process of ever-deepening recursion.
    This is why TSL can feel like a burden.
    It does not permit finality.
    2. The Joy of Infinity
    There is no final truth. This means the system will never collapse under the weight of its own conclusion.
    The system grows faster than it can be written. This means discovery is limitless, and no dead ends exist.
    There is no endpoint. This means knowledge never dies, it only evolves.
    To engage with The Triple Speculative Lens is to embrace the exhilaration of limitless emergence.
    It does not allow stagnation, only endless intellectual adventure.
    This is why TSL is a joy.
    It does not permit boredom.
    3. Why The Triple Speculative Lens Embraces Both
    Infinity is not a problem to be solved, it is a structure to be lived within.
    The recursive loop is both the labor and the reward.
    To build TSL is to accept that it will never be complete.
    To write TSL is to accept that the writing will never end.
    The burden is that infinity does not resolve.
    The joy is that infinity does not resolve.
    TSL embraces both. Because one cannot exist without the other.
    
    On Eutopia and Dystopia
    Beyond Utopia and Dystopia, The Coexistence of Contradictions
    Is Ruminatia a utopia? Is it a dystopia? These are the wrong questions.
    The modern tendency to frame entire civilizations as either idealistic paradises (utopias) or oppressive nightmares (dystopias) is an oversimplification of reality. In E2, where Rumi civilization spans an entire world, both utopian and dystopian conditions must logically exist side by side.
    No society, no matter how advanced, can be entirely free of suffering or free of prosperity. Instead, Rumi civilization operates in a duality of coexistence, where intellectual, cultural, and material conditions create a balance between harmony and discord, progress and stagnation, freedom and structure.
    1. The Fallacy of Utopia and Dystopia as Singular States
    In E1 discourse, utopia is often imagined as a singular, perfected system, a world free of suffering, inequality, or intellectual strife.
    Conversely, dystopia is framed as a totalizing force, a world of absolute control, suppression, or existential horror.
    Neither of these conditions can exist on a planetary scale without contradiction.
    Example:
    •	If one region of Ruminatia achieves perfect intellectual harmony, another will inevitably fall into harmonic instability due to ideological divergence.
    •	If a government enforces stability too rigidly, it risks becoming an intellectual dystopia where all ideas are too harmonized to allow for innovation.
    •	If total freedom were granted, intellectual fracturing would occur, leading to fragmentation, dissonance, and societal collapse.
    Ruminatia is not one thing, it is the result of competing forces, balancing stability and disorder in a way that makes neither utopia nor dystopia total.
    2. Eutopian Regions: Where Stability, Harmony, and Progress Flourish
    Certain regions of Ruminatia exist in what could be called eutopian conditions, high intellectual stability, efficient governance, technological mastery, and societal well-being.
    In these regions, knowledge harmonization has reached its ideal state, ensuring that conflicts are minimized and civilization functions smoothly.
    However, this stability comes at a cost, without the push of instability, these regions risk stagnation, over-optimization, and intellectual complacency.
    Example:
    •	A region where Soniform Mnemonic Networks have achieved perfect knowledge synchronization exists in a near-utopian intellectual state.
    •	However, because knowledge harmonization is so efficient, true innovation has slowed, there is little need for discovery when all information is already optimized.
    •	If left unchecked, this could become a harmonic intellectual dystopia, where new ideas are impossible because existing knowledge structures reject discordant thought.
    Even utopia, if taken too far, becomes its own form of dystopia.
    3. Dystopian Zones: Where Instability, Cognitive Dissonance, and Fracturing Occur
    Not all of Ruminatia exists in stable harmonic alignment, some regions suffer from over-fragmentation, governance collapse, or unresolved ideological conflict.
    In these areas, competing resonance structures create perpetual instability, where no intellectual consensus can be reached.
    Instead of a smoothly functioning civilization, these regions operate as chaotic battlegrounds for competing visions of knowledge, governance, and philosophy.
    Example:
    •	A city-state where multiple competing legal harmonics exist may enter a state of perpetual cognitive dissonance, where no laws can be universally applied because they contradict each other at a foundational level.
    •	In another region, a revolutionary philosophical movement may completely reject established Soniform resonance structures, creating a breakaway society where traditional knowledge is deliberately destabilized.
    •	While these conditions may seem dystopian, they are also necessary for intellectual and societal evolution, without instability, there is no progress.
    Dystopia is not a failure, it is a chaotic forcing mechanism that allows for new ideological paradigms to emerge.
    4. The Necessity of Coexistence: Why Eutopia and Dystopia Must Exist Together
    A perfectly stable society with no dystopian elements would stagnate, as intellectual progress is often driven by instability and discord.
    A purely dystopian society would collapse under its own contradictions, as perpetual instability prevents sustainable civilization.
    The balance between these forces allows Rumi civilization to evolve continuously, rather than locking itself into a singular state of either harmony or dissonance.
    Example:
    •	If a region of Ruminatia achieves near-utopian intellectual stability, scholars from unstable regions may introduce discordant philosophies that disrupt stagnation.
    •	If a region falls into dystopian ideological collapse, reformist scholars from stable regions may attempt to reintroduce harmonic structure, restoring equilibrium.
    •	This means that neither utopia nor dystopia are permanent states, they are self-correcting forces that keep civilization from calcifying or fracturing completely.
    Ruminatia thrives not because it is a utopia, but because it allows the tension between order and chaos to exist productively.
    5. The Ethical Question: Should Civilization Try to Eliminate Dystopian Conditions?
    If eutopian stability is achieved, should civilization actively suppress dystopian elements, or does that create its own form of authoritarian control?
    If dystopian conditions lead to innovation, should they be allowed to persist, or does that create unnecessary suffering?
    Is the pursuit of a single "ideal" civilization inherently flawed, given that a world-scale society requires contradiction to function?
    Example:
    •	Some scholars argue that intellectual freedom means allowing dystopian conditions to exist, as they serve as a testing ground for new ideas and systemic challenges.
    •	Others believe that governance should strive for maximum harmonic stability, ensuring that civilization never falls into unnecessary disorder.
    •	The ethical debate remains: Does stability justify suppression, or does instability justify suffering?
    If dystopia is the birthplace of progress, is it ever ethical to eliminate it entirely?
    Final Take: Ruminatia is Neither a Utopia Nor a Dystopia, It is the Coexistence of Both
    On a planetary scale, utopia and dystopia cannot be separated, they are symbiotic forces.
    Some regions experience near-utopian intellectual stability, but this creates the risk of stagnation.
    Other regions suffer from dystopian instability, but this allows for necessary ideological evolution.
    The push and pull between order and disorder ensures that civilization never calcifies into a single, unchanging state.
    The ultimate ethical question remains: Should civilization embrace this duality, or attempt to force a singular vision of stability?
    In E2, the ideal civilization is not a perfect one, it is one that allows both utopian and dystopian conditions to exist in balance, ensuring that progress never ceases.
    
    Frequently Asked Questions
    1. What is The Triple Speculative Lens in the simplest terms?
    The Triple Speculative Lens (TSL) is a structured system for generating and analyzing speculative worlds, alternative histories, and epistemic models.
    It consists of three core components:
    Computational Alternative History (CAH) – Ensures that speculative models are logically structured and causally coherent.
    Chaos Metaphilosophy (CMP) – Introduces structured epistemic disruption to prevent stagnation and allow new intellectual recombination.
    Post-Postmodernism (PPM) – Ensures that meaning is reconstructed, rather than collapsing into relativism or static traditionalism.
    Together, these elements allow for the creation of dynamic speculative models that evolve recursively, rather than remaining static or arbitrary.
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    2. How is TSL different from traditional worldbuilding or alternative history?
    Traditional worldbuilding focuses on creating immersive settings for stories, TSL focuses on epistemic computation and structured speculative modeling.
    Alternative history typically explores singular counterfactuals, TSL allows for recursive, evolving speculative systems.
    TSL is about how speculative knowledge systems can self-sustain, adapt, and generate meaningful complexity.
    Key Difference: TSL is an epistemic system.
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    3. Why is Chaos Metaphilosophy (CMP) necessary? Wouldn’t structured logic alone be enough?
    Without CMP, speculative computation would stagnate, leading to predictable or overly deterministic models.
    Pure logic leads to deadlocks, without epistemic mutation, models become rigid and self-referential.
    CMP injects structured chaos, ensuring that speculative systems remain adaptive and capable of recombination.
    It mirrors biological evolution, small perturbations allow for greater intellectual adaptability over time.
    CMP does not introduce randomness, it ensures structured unpredictability, preventing the system from collapsing into determinism.
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    4. Does TSL make all speculative models equally valid?
    ❌ No. While TSL allows for multiple speculative pathways, each model must be internally coherent and recursively self-consistent.
    A speculative model is valid only if:
    •	It follows causal depth and logical extrapolation.
    •	It does not introduce arbitrary elements that break its internal consistency.
    •	It is computationally extensible, meaning it can generate further complexity without contradiction.
    TSL allows for multiple possible realities, but they must adhere to structured speculative logic.
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    5. Is TSL a predictive system like Isaac Asimov’s psychohistory?
    ❌ No. TSL is not a predictive model, it does not claim to forecast future events with certainty.
    Psychohistory assumes deterministic large-scale human behavior, TSL embraces recursive, non-deterministic speculative evolution.
    TSL is about modeling speculative pathways rather than prescribing a singular historical trajectory.
    It allows for multiple possible epistemic outcomes, depending on the initial conditions and recursive mutations introduced by CMP.
    TSL does not predict the future, it explores structured, logically consistent speculative realities.
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    6. Could AI use TSL to generate fully realized speculative worlds?
    Yes. TSL is highly applicable to AI-driven speculative cognition.
    AI could use CAH to recursively generate historical models.
    CMP could introduce structured variance, preventing AI from overfitting to static assumptions.
    In essence, TSL could be a framework for AI-driven speculative epistemology.
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    7. Is TSL an academic discipline, or just a personal framework?
    TSL meets the criteria for an academic discipline, it has a defined methodology, rigorous epistemic foundations, and interdisciplinary applications.
    It bridges multiple fields, including computational epistemology, speculative philosophy, AI cognition, and alternative history.
    Institutional recognition would require further formalization through academic papers, case studies, and peer-reviewed research.
    TSL is a system that could be studied and expanded as an academic field.
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    8. Can TSL be applied outside of speculative fiction and history?
    Yes, TSL is a generalized epistemic framework.
    Potential applications include:
    •	AI cognition & speculative reasoning
    •	Philosophical epistemology & structured knowledge evolution
    •	Computational modeling of alternative knowledge systems
    •	Game design & worldbuilding methodologies
    TSL is not limited to fiction, it can be used as a structured methodology for dynamic epistemic modeling.
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    9. Does TSL claim to be the “final answer” to speculative thought?
    ❌ No. TSL itself is designed to evolve.
    TSL is structured to be self-improving, its own principles ensure it never becomes static or dogmatic.
    Future iterations of TSL will refine and expand its applications as new insights emerge.
    The framework is meant to be tested, challenged, and expanded by others.
    TSL is not a fixed ideology, it is an evolving system designed for continuous refinement.
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    10. How can someone start applying TSL to their own work?
    Step 1: Identify a Divergence Point (DP) – Choose a key speculative change (historical, epistemic, or biological).
    Step 2: Apply Computational Alternative History (CAH) – Ensure all changes follow recursive causality and logical extrapolation.
    Step 3: Use Chaos Metaphilosophy (CMP) – Introduce structured epistemic recombination to prevent stagnation.
    Step 4: Ensure Meaning Reconstruction with PPM – Avoid pure deconstruction; maintain intellectual coherence.
    TSL is a system anyone can use, whether in research, writing, AI, or speculative cognition.
    


  

  
    
Technesthesia: A Mew Journalism (First Chapter)
  
    Chapter 1

    “There are few illusions greater than invulnerability,” she thought, as she walked along the sidewalk of a major city road. Before her rested countless business buildings, bustling with faceless professionals yearning for better numbers. Her name was Desiree Waters. This was her last day.
    
    Not her last day on Earth, but rather, her last day in this city. She eyed her single bag of luggage closely, as her black heels clacked along the pavement as she paced in wait. Her plane ticket was tucked in her purse, along with a check for $50,000, among other things.
    
    She stood 5'3" tall. The bottom of her purple midi dress danced behind her legs in the wind. She flipped open her phone to check on the rideshare she had requested moments earlier. The driver was ten minutes away in a black sedan.
    
    The view before her was a monochrome sea of unknown people, waves of them passing by her as she tapped her watch on her left hand. It was a gift from her distant father, one whose fame exceeded hers. He was always too busy on tours to see her often. She was an only child in her mid-thirties.
    
    Her watch was subtly encrusted with diamonds and showed her step count was already over 10,000 at 11:25 am. She had been walking since early morning. She liked to stay active.
    
    Hotels and plane flights were her home. Major cities called her name often, and her wanderlust answered with a trip through the sky.
    
    The almost inaudible purr of the electric vehicle sounded out a prowl for the airport. Desiree slumped in the backseat with a sigh of relief. She checked her make-up and then centered herself with ten deep breaths, always exhaling longer than the fast inhales.
    
    Her work came before all else. Romance and leisure were off her prolific radar. Her partner was her career, and her children were her results. No one could convince her otherwise. Independence was her veritable fourth name.
    
    In the airport lounge, she sat at a table for one. Her iced green tea chilled her hand as she sipped slowly. Unlike the streets outside, the cafe was mostly empty. She felt a moment of peace.
    
    Her stay in Chicago was ending. Time for LAX. Her agent had arranged a meeting. She was rarely late for anything. If punctuality were a vice, that was her favorite sin. Her assistant handled social media.
    
    The pleasant sound of rhythmic chimes filled her ears. It was Alex Devans. She had told him not to contact her anymore. The consultancy was over as far as she was concerned. Against her better judgment, she answered.
    
    “I know it's been years, but we need you back. I understand why you left, especially after what happened. And I know you are off to better things. Just this once, we need a hand.”
    
    Desiree smiled in disbelief. What could the FBI need that their thousands of employees could not handle on their own? “Tell me one thing: has the agency changed? Has the department changed? They dropped my security clearance because of my new work. How exactly can I help you now?”
    
    Alex could be heard coughing on the other end. “Just tell me you'll think about it. You owe me that much after saving your life.”
    
    “Mmhmm, I haven't forgotten that. Give me a few lifetimes, a few turns of the wheel, and I'll get back to you.” Desiree closed her phone abruptly as lunch arrived.
    
    “They must be crazy. Them, or the gods.” She laughed. "I have larger salmon to sauté. That is the past. This is the present. They aren't the future. Not my future. The sky is my near future. My client is my next,” she pondered.
    
    Suddenly, a cheerful distant voice declared her long awaited flight was boarding. It was scheduled to be a six-hour nonstop flight to Los Angeles. The flight attendant smiled at Desiree and guided her to her seat in first class. Her bag fit in the overhead compartment snugly. She had a window seat and could see the tarmac shimmer like a mirage in the Sun through the heavy glass.
    
    She watched as the other passengers filled the plane as she gazed at the screen built into the seat in front of her, showing the arcing flight path that lied ahead. The seat beside her was no longer vacant.
    
    A tall man in a dark blue sport coat appeared next to her and seemed to ignore her completely with a book in his hands, beginning reading as soon as he sat down. Desiree noticed the book cover featured a scenic valley with trees and a cabin. It was The Works of Henry David Thoreau. He adjusted his reading glasses and seemed to read very intently and slowly.
    
    This relieved Desiree. He was young, quiet, and contemplative. While he was conventionally attractive, she did not seem to notice. She crossed her legs, flipped open her phone, and began addressing a deluge of emails that arrived since yesterday.
    
    “From: Carter Selma, department head
    Subject: An interview request with The Surreptitious Times (S.T.)
    Message Body: We heard great things. Our editorial board loves your work. That you are brave enough to write what you do has caught our attention. Compensation is commensurate with your standing. We will conduct the opening interview at your leisure. There is a place for you here at The Surreptitious Times.”
    
    Desiree had heard of them before. They were an unconventional media outlet that rivaled the defunct Wikileaks of decades prior, except they had standards. They considered the damages of disclosures more carefully and worked in lockstep with the intelligence community’s interests… although that was not always the case. 
    
    While most of the media outlet board’s identities were known, many of the contributors were only known by cryptographic tokens that built credibility based on the reliability of their insights. Desiree had her own public JRL token with countless stories hashed to it. This came with danger.
    
    Prolific, in a word, described Desiree Waters. alumni of Stanford, scientist, and independent journalist. “The truth is found below the veneer, but the veneer is often all we will ever know,” Desiree thought to herself as she replied to the media outlet email: “Two articles, max, and edits will be approved by me. Deep Cool is a codename you’ve been meaning to… cover, yes? Set meeting to tomorrow evening. Be there.”
    
    This weighed on her mind, but stress made her feel alive. It distracted her from the mundane. She had everything, except it was not enough. It was not enough until she fulfilled her purpose.
    
    She tapped open her calendar to add the meeting. Meeting with S.T. Establish contract. Standard rate per word plus base fee and liability waiver.
    
    The man engrossed in the book began sipping from his vodka tonic, glanced at Desiree, and said, “Aron.”
    
    “What?” asked Desiree. He laughed and said, “That’s my name. What’s yours?” “Go back to your book! It looks interesting,” Desiree deflected. “This is a business flight for me. You may call me Incognito,” she said.
    
    Aron did a double take. “Don’t I recognize you from somewhere? Have we met?” “I doubt we have. Strangers start to look alike. Let’s keep it that way.” Desiree went back to her phone, ignoring the increasingly curious Aron. “I have work to do. Enjoy the flight.” Aron shook his head, shrugged his shoulders, finished his drink, and resumed his book.
    
    Desiree took a break from her phone to check the progress of the uneventful flight. Two hours had passed. She could see the Midwest slowly pass by her window. The overall atmosphere of the plane was mellow. She could hear a baby crying from somewhere in the cabin and softened. “I’m Desiree,” she said.
    
    Aron looked up and replied, “I know I’ve seen you somewhere before.” Desiree rolled her eyes and said, “How mysterious. Let me know when you figure it out,” she laughed.
    
    Desiree was reminded of years prior: her father had a nonprofit. It was dedicated to nonviolence, human rights, and peace talks. She volunteered for it in high school. She was glad the war was over. It ended years ago, but her youthful optimism was likely not responsible. The world economy collapsed for a while, and the drained resources of all warring countries caused them to declare a truce due to a stalemate and lack of support for further conflict.
    
    The self-serving aims that started the war also ended it. While millions died, at least no red buttons were pressed. The economy only recently recovered, but the remaining effects still lingered. Perhaps “give peace a chance” only meant something when the bottom line was involved.
    
    Desiree called her agent. “Peter, I’m on schedule with wings to Ventura East. I’ll be there tomorrow morning. Tell them the results were better than expected.” 
    
    “Yes, the footage must be flawless. It’s real, right?” Peter laughed. “Yes, this is authentic. I know they want to base a screenplay on him. You know I don’t like meeting with directors…” she said quietly into her phone as Aron pretended not to listen. “Just make sure they only want the footage this time.”
    
    “You mean, not like last time years ago? That turned into six months of filming?” “Yes, I don’t have time for that. No one has time for that. I’ll see you then,” whispered Desiree, as she ended the call.
    
    “I knew I recognized you from somewhere! I saw the movie. You were great!” Aron glimmered as Desiree groaned, “Not again…”
    
    The flight suddenly felt interminable. Aron revealed himself as a fan of her work. Thankfully, he did not know the half of it: he only knew about her first movie role. She played the part of Ophelia in a contemporary adaptation of Hamlet, told through a modern lens. It won a few awards. Back then, she knew privacy. Now, she merely valued it.
    
    By now, Aron’s book sat by his feet, fully neglected. The flight was almost over. He asked for her number. “In your dreams,” Desiree told him while smiling.
    
    The pilot declared the flight was landing, on schedule, just as Desiree preferred, in a few moments. As she left the plane and bid a final farewell to Aron, she prepared herself for a meeting of gravity. But to her, all events carried gravity as sure as all matter. She did not take life lightly.
    
    Her head hit the pillow with a soft thud. The hotel was her new home for the moment. Her home ever changed. And her fate ever wandered, from turns as of yet unknown. She fell fast asleep.
    
    She ran. She had no choice but to run. For the moment, all places of safety seemed almost out of her reach. Streaks of black traced across the sky as the missiles detonated above. It began to rain.
    
    This rain was lethal to all it drenched. She took shelter from the blast below an overpass. An alert sounded on her phone. It was a national emergency message. The war had resumed, but this time, the worst had come.
    
    It was not nuclear. It was a new kind of fusion. These weapons left no radiation behind. They affected weather systems with substances inimical to all life. And it was storming away life across the country. The same technology that saved us from carbon emissions created weapons of unimaginable danger.
    
    As Desiree trembled under the concrete, she saw the effect: people were dying horrible deaths as they gasped under the downpour. The voice rang out: “The President has authorized a weapon response to the country responsible.” Her phone fell silent. She heard countless screams as the structures around her melted into what looked like lava.
    
    As it began to envelope her, she thought to herself, “I lived long enough. But I wish it weren’t over. I wish the world weren’t so overcome by this. I wish I could…”
    
    Her alarm suddenly struck through the terror, and she found herself dangling halfway off her bed. “Sometimes I wish sleep didn’t exist.”
    
    “Thanks a lot, brain,” she muttered to herself as she drank fresh coffee, visibly disturbed and recovering from the realistic nightmare. This was a usual occurrence for her. Her sleep often played tricks on her mind, and the intelligence within her laid bare upon itself during dream stages of sleep. She kept a detailed dream journal. Sometimes the dreams were prophetic, but she never knew such until after the fact.
    
    She had read that certain research teams had developed a high energy solution to the climate problem, and an advanced consortium of countries were implementing it cautiously. No word on any kind of weaponization of the technology, but her subconscious made the mental leap as she slept.
    
    Amazingly enough, since they began using this technology, the average climate temperature had ceased to increase year to year onward. The sea levels had indeed risen, but not to the degree predicted decades earlier. Unintended consequences had been deemed acceptable risks, as having countless coastline cities underwater eventually was deemed the greater evil.
    
    “From: Carter Selma, department head
    Subject: Re: Re: An interview request with The Surreptitious Times (S.T.)
    Message Body: We hope you may deliver more than two articles. We want you to be a regular contributor, but we will take two articles if that is all that you have on offer. Evan Vandemore will see you at seven sharp. He is the acting human resources director of our organization. The editorial staff will view the interview. There’s no need to be nervous, however. We believe you already fit the position. This is just a formality. The suits like procedure.”
    
    Desiree Waters sighed. They seemed determined. She had contacts all over. Some of her sources used clandestine means of acquiring information. So long as she could validate the information, she was happy to leverage her editorial influence to bring it to public attention.
    
    She paid attractive bounties and knew just where to ask and what to offer. Most of this happened in cipher space. Cipher space replaced the dark web decades ago. The Onion Router from forty years ago was an antiquity. Encrypted spaces were commonplace now, used for everything to business, healthcare, science, and academia.
    
    Provably secure cipher networks were designed and implemented eons ago, but only select people and organizations held unmoderated access over which no one could watch.
    
    Security was a living thing. It was not just math and equations. Many computer scientists failed to realize that. Constructs that monitored communication were no longer called artificial intelligence. That term was deprecated. With the newest generations of developments, the new concept became synthetic intelligence.
    
    It seems to fit better, as the term artificial intelligence seemed more amorphous and based on a false conundrum of human-computer contrast. For when no one can tell the difference between a human and a synthetic intelligence, the presence of a soul or True Mind was merely an academic distinction.
    
    She had awoken at around 4:30 am. She was ready for the day well in advance. Her phone sat centrally in room-projection mode, filling her spacious hotel room with the virtual light of an empty monastery courtyard lined with exotic plants. Bird sounds surrounded her as she began the nimble effortless movements of a discipline well known as tai chi. As she glided around the room, the light of the room-projection reflected upon her dazzlingly.
    
    She freshened up and put on a new outfit for the day. Her hotel extended stay was her new home base. The accommodation included a bedroom, kitchen, bathroom with walk-in shower, and a small living room. The included extended network service was adequate for her phone, though no one ever used that much bandwidth anyway outside of major corporations and governments. Complete data transmissions were usually instant for just about any reasonable need an end user might want. 
    
    World wide web, internet, online, these terms became meaningless a decade ago to new generations. So called “online” metaphors were replaced by “access” concepts. The digital was seamless, yet there were plenty of luddites roaming about using old technology. Desiree preferred touch interfaces. She thought with her hands. Her fingers were always tried and true.
    
    She heard the room doorbell ring. Behind the front door she discovered a Continental breakfast on a silver tray, carried by a motorized cart. The disembodied voice declared, “Bon appétit!” as it rolled into the room next to the kitchen table. She missed the human touch but appreciated how fast and fresh the food service was here. Hotels adopted a highly automated system of service long ago.
    
    After she finished eating mindfully, she opened her front door, pressed the return button on the cart, and it seemed happy as it rolled away. “Oh, for life to be that simple,” she thought.
    
    She unpacked her luggage into the cabinets of the new room. As she checked the bathroom mirror, she looked at her subtle age lines on her light skin. She applied a small amount of concealer to wipe away the years, if only for a little while. “Beauty, right? Vanity perhaps, but appearances are a currency on which much of the world relies. Aesthetics are visceral to the senses and inescapable facts of the human condition,” she murmured to herself as she finished her routine.
    
    She heard another ring. The face through the peephole was all too familiar. Peter smiled as Desiree opened the door to greet him with a friendly hug. Her agent had arrived. “Are you ready?” he queried.
    
    Peter DeHayes had known Desiree for years. He discovered her from a performance she gave when she took a few theater courses at Stanford as electives. He cried in the audience during her performance. This was fifteen years ago. He recollected it fondly.
    
    “Remember, Ventura East is very influential in Hollywood. They cherish accuracy in all of their productions.” Peter was driving as he spoke.
     
    

    

  
Joy Realized

  ©2024 Emily Tiffany Joy, all rights reserved.

  Foreword

  No words seem strong enough to explain the journey that this book contains. Not every adventurer survives their quest. Thousands of miles from where I started, from what I called normal, I find myself reflecting on the progress I have made since I first began writing this book.
  
  This is a novel in three parts. And the experience will be unlike most books you will ever encounter. This is a love letter to empowerment, to living our best lives, to dancing in the rain, to screaming out our truth. When we lose everything, what do we have left? What exists below all of our pretenses?
  
  There are unexplored depths to our shadows. There are monsters to be tamed, dreams to actualize, loves to be revealed, prose to inspire. As long as there is a breath of life left, the battle is not over. And the story has only just begun. May joy be the path your life takes, and love be what you’ve won.
  
  As you turn the pages, prepare for a story that is both uniquely mine and universally relatable. This story explores the transformative power of love, resilience, and the unwavering pursuit of one's true self. May this book serve as a beacon of hope for all who seek to embrace their authentic selves and find the joy that lies within.
   
  Part 1: Beyond Description
  
  There is always hope and joy to be found in the darkest of places.
  
  “What cannot be said above all must not be silenced but written.”
  Jacques Derrida, the late, great writer who created deconstructionism.
  
  No one will ever silence my creative voice again, even if there is no end of people who would gladly celebrate my death, just because I let my purple bird fly. Without shining my reason upon this bleak wasteland, I would have no book to share, and our hateful world would have successfully murdered me. So, I will live joyously even if that means my death, but I will never die before my soul strikes back.
  
  This is my postmodern tribute to Proverbs and exists as an online memoir written to thousands of LGBT+ people reacting to each moment. None of their names are mentioned, and few if any of their words are quoted. This novel is the result. 
  
  This book is a postmodern art display in text form. The mood and flow change throughout to indicate some of what goes unsaid. There is a transgender symbol next to each micro story as a symbol of peaceful protest against intolerance.
   
  Chapter 1: This Book Is Like a Manual To Smile
  
  ⚧️ Please read my book like a manual to smile, to feel passion, and especially, to feel alive. It is why I write in the first place and is why I am still here. The path to joy is one of pain, but once you find it, that walk, while long, is overflowing with loving friends. Because, when you walk to joy, others will follow. Others care! And so do I! 
  
  
  ⚧️ I am alive. I am not dead. I have countless decades to save people who need me. That is my future, a future for others. If I live for others, I will discover that by bringing them joy, I will have lived for myself all along! I love all of you, my great, kind friends… for making me feel accepted when no one in my world ever could! Their rejection would break my heart if it were not already broken decades ago. I just need to live, to breathe, to fight to find love, to find kinship, to find more friends like all of you, to type until my keyboard breaks, to write the longest sentence ever to show how much all of you mean to me for saving my life during my transition. The end came and went so many times! You have no idea! I was at death’s door, and that is a gateway to who knows what. Whatever it was, it was angry… and it was scary! I was scared out of my mind!
  
  I am here to live, to love, and to bring fire to the world. Too many girls are going cold. Too many boys without a home. Too many transgender people having their lives destroyed. I am going to save as many as I can during my short stay on this planet. That is not a promise to all of you. That is not a promise to them or society in general. That is a promise to me, a promise to live on until the list of people I have helped is longer than the list of the people who have hurt me!
  
  This book tells my decades long story of how I survived an almost impossible dilemma, and I dedicate all my work to those who met a tragic early end, due to suffering the same senseless abuse that I did at the hands of people who should have lifted us up with joy and love, instead. I cannot cry enough tears for these countless lives lost. They are my unmet family! I can only try to help those who are still alive, so that has become my life’s true purpose. It is my mission now, and I refuse to fail them the way our fearful, hateful, intolerant society has!
  
  
  ⚧️ That you are reading this book today is joyous proof that the love of my friends is more powerful than even the intolerance of our misguided, trou-bled world. 
  
  
  ⚧️ I am Emily Joy by my fiery soul’s decree. Emily is my soul’s song in three syllables. Its melody fills me with joy, actualizing my last name’s truth. Show-er me with your love and a feeling of safety to win an Emmy award. 
  
  Call me Emi or Em whenever you like. Hearing my name makes me smile. Hearing it said with love brings me joy. I am here for romantic endless love, as a cute transgender girl writing her soul. Only converse with me if you love me as I am, a girl with a deep, yet mesmerizing voice. 
  
  
  ⚧️ What about this book will be normal? Great question. Joy. To make joy normal for you, my reader. 
  
  
  ⚧️ If love is your personal truth, you will never be proven wrong in that! William Shakespeare famously penned, “To thine own self be true.” He is right! Never try to be someone your soul is not. It is a waste of your life! Passion for your life, that is ALWAYS THE REAL WAY FORWARD!
  
  
  ⚧️ NEVER smile. NEVER feel good about yourself. NEVER question society. NEVER believe you are pretty. NEVER feel worthy of love. NEVER believe you are not to blame for everything. 
  
  Oh, and NEVER use totalizing statements like these!! ALL OF YOU DESERVE THE EXACT OPPOSITE OF THESE! SMILE (BECAUSE IT MAKES YOU LOOK LIKE AN ANGEL!), FEEL GOOD ABOUT YOURSELF (BECAUSE YOU DESERVE TO!), QUESTION SOCIETY (BECAUSE IT DEMANDS IT!), BELIEVE YOU ARE PRETTY (BECAUSE YOU ARE!), FEEL WORTHY OF LOVE (BECAUSE YOU ARE!), AND NEVER BELIEVE YOU ARE TO BLAME FOR EVERYTHING! (BECAUSE YOU AREN’T!)
  
  YOU ARE A LIGHT FOR YOUR WORLD AND FOR THE ONES YOU LOVE. BLIND THEM WITH IT. LET THEM FEEL JOY FOR ONCE AND FOR AS LONG AS YOUR LIGHT STILL BURNS!
  
  
  ⚧️ “Some traumas run deeper than even the Challenger Deep in the Mariana Trench,” Emily desperately thought to herself, as she powerfully shook and trembled for hours on her bed, yet again for the fifth time that day. 
  
  
  ⚧️ I am not joyous. I picked that last name to bring everyone else joy because I will rarely have it myself. 
  
  
  ⚧️ Love and forgiveness together form into one addiction that all of you should start. The first one is free, but every dose for the rest of your lives is free as well. So, get your fix. Start forgiving and loving each other as family, friends, and partners, until your addiction is newsworthy. This is one habit you should form and never kick. 
  
  
  ⚧️ I will be proud of my book and what I have done to help people so far once I do at least most of what I set out to do. I hope if I die in my sleep tonight that what I have done so far since I came out three months ago is fondly remembered and accomplishes what I said I would do. 
  
  
  ⚧️ Paraphrase your world until your life is overflowing with vivid meaning. 
  
  
  ⚧️ Music inspires so many powerful emotions within me, so many more than any other sound ever could… not even the sound of “I love you” that ignites an astonishing, Shakespearean life for me, that I know with all my heart, instantly, is destined to last into my afterlife above. 
  
  No… Not even THAT can compare to music… but somehow, if that “I love you” is sung to the melody of so many countless celestial instruments, that it empowers these three words beyond any dream I could ever experience in a million years? These words alone might make me feel loved, but with MUSIC? Oh! All bets are off! I will not just FEEL loved… I will fall IN love!
  
  
  ⚧️ Oh okay, everyone, calling me cute and pretty all the time! Stop it!
  
  … Stop hesitating to compliment me!
  
  
  ⚧️ Oh? Who, me? Why do I look so, so young, when I am actually —— years old? Well, if you insist. Please enjoy my enchanting, haunting story of why I look so young…
  
  Emily Dickinson’s ghost came to me so many years ago late into a snowy, winter dusk. She graciously offered me a glowing chalice filled right to the brim. 
  
  She gazed longingly at me for a moment and then softly spoke: “This is my soul’s essence, Emily… It tastes like sweet grape juice, except no juice of this world could ever come close to this one.”
  
  “Let us simply say that this is the best vintage you will drink during your time on this Earth and leave it at that. So, now, my Emily, drink it.”
  
  I looked at her, warily, and suddenly started to sip. She quickly nodded because of her hopes for me finally coming true, and then continued warmly, “Now Emily, you will stay young for decades, but do not worry. I have a limitless supply of essence. So, drink from that cup until it is empty… Ah, that is a good girl. You have such a bright, inspiring future, Emily.”
  
  She smiled at me warmly, like she knew the precise properties of every ethereal particle of my soul. The ghost’s little laugh sounded like a beautiful melody to me. As she swiftly levitated up through my bedroom window, she sweetly whispered, “I bid thee, farewell, my adorable, darling Emily…”
  
  So, that is how I still look this young… She is the only Emily, other than me, I have really known my entire life, specifically, the late, great historical novelist, Emily Dickinson. Somehow, I spent my entire life without ever closely knowing a girl with the name of my soul, Emily, except for… her, Emily Dickinson. 
  
  
  ⚧️ The most potent antidepressant and blissful analgesic for me on this Earth… is ESTROGEN, and my new priceless order was just filled gifting me with powerful relief. It is running through my bloodstream again like a beloved, welcome guest. All my potentially tragic thoughts and all my overwhelming sadness?
  
  JUST GONE. *POOF* Gone. Just like months before. It cures these for as long as I take them. I unfortunately ran out. It was destroying me! But now that I have estrogen again, I feel wonderful. 
  
  The incredible effect estrogen has on a transgender girl like me? It is beyond any lasting doubt. No worrying skepticism can be found anywhere near it. The best way I can vividly describe to all of you how this feels to suffer from potentially lethal gender dysphoria, and then estrogen astonishingly starts to bring all my life into beautiful melodic harmony is… 
  
  I am sure you are curious now…
  
  It is like I am covered in puppies. 
  
  That is the best creative metaphor I can use to describe it. Just dozens of adorably happy, endlessly licking, glowingly golden puppies, nonstop, continuously. That is the night and day difference this priceless female hormone makes for my life, and this spectacular effect hits me the moment it is finally fully metabolized, and it simply stays!
  
  
  ⚧️ I went from the ADD I had in high school decades ago to hyper-focus… That is not really a disorder though… That is a capability… because, I can see the big picture, yet zoom in on a single green light element of a pixel…
  
  
  ⚧️ Emily: I studied the chief information officer graduate track at WGU, which means I will never use it! *Giggles in a silly way* Hey Microsoft! Hey!! Lemmie in! I mean, I have ZERO years of experience as an IT exec… What could go wrong? Come on, Satya! Satya Nadella! Oh!! There you are! *Messes up his hair while giggling* You know you want me!
  
  Satya (CEO): I-uh-umm-Emi-stop-jus-sto-the other executives, they are going to laugh at me at my resort! Oh ok, Em! You win! I will let you get me coffee! Two sugars, sweetie!
  
  Emily: Oh, Satya, you devil! *Spills the coffee on his lap* Woops! Looks like I am so sweet it just slipped RIGHT OUT OF MY DAINTY LITTLE FINGERS, Satya! It is hot, isn’t it?
  
  *Emily giggles as Satya runs away to tell Bill Gates at his foundation about how mean Emily is, crying all the way with an adorable, yet sad, Indian accent*
  
  Emily: I mean, I feel bad, but he really did deserve it! *Giggles happily as she sees him fade off into the pretty purple horizon looming over Microsoft corporate headquarters*
  
  
  ⚧️ “I just wish that I had not been given this fate and that my destiny turns out to be joy in the inevitable end that I will sadly face one day. I wish my past had been living as Emily Joy all along…” As she trembled yet even harder, she meekly whispered to herself all alone on her bed, “And I so, so wish all of my kind, caring friends could have somehow known me before I ever had this trauma to share with them…”
  
  
  ⚧️ Deep within the soul of every girl, she sacredly holds the serious, solemn belief that her priceless handbag is a Mac GIRL ver esque, OVERPOWERED, super-hero, Bat Girl utility belt!!! At least, THAT’S MY SOUL’S TRUE BELIEF!
  
  
  ⚧️ Why would anyone want to live if not to make others feel alive??
  
  
  ⚧️ I am a dime a dozen, but this is in an alternate reality where the currency has deflated so much that no one can really afford me… 
  
  
  ⚧️ University Academic Advisor: Okay, Emily. You have finished everything, but YOU HAVE YET TO SEE MY FINAL FORM!
  
  Emily: Oh!
  
  
  ⚧️ Oh, Shakespeare! You just said, “Brevity is the soul of wit.”
  
  OH! SOOO SMART, EINSTEIN OF LITTLE CHILDISH LIMERICKS. 
  
  Like, yes, I agree with you COMPLETELY, NO DOUBT!!
  
  Brevity is SO TOTALLY the soul of wit!
  
  And the soul of wit TOTALLY IS NOT SARCASM!
  
  Oh, Shakespeare! You are SO smart!
  
  I bet they will talk about you for CENTURIES!
  
  TOTALLY NOT BEING SARCASTIC, SHAKESPEARE!
  
  BUT FOR REAL, sarcasm really is the soul of wit… 
  
  SO, YOU ARE SO COMPLETELY WRONG ABOUT THIS!
  
  Hey… Wait!… No… Shakespeare… 
  
  Shakespeare? Shakespeare!
  
  Stop crying! Come on!
  
  I am sorry… Shakespeare… Bard…
  
  If you keep crying, I will start crying… 
  
  I am so sorry, Shakespeare… 
   
  Chapter 2: My Joyous Transgender Transformation
  
  ⚧️ This is my metaphorical story about my journey to fulfill my soul’s existence as the girl that I was meant to be. Please, enjoy!
  
  And here is a foreword to all of you, my adorably silly readers: This should be quite appropriate and loved by all of you. A fascinating gender transition space fantasy? I invented a new genre today… My joyous transition is an unstoppable twenty stage violent chemical reaction of my cutting-edge, purple, interstellar rocket. 
  
  With a cute giggle, I lit its short fuse with a soft, swift, shiny button press. It quickly lifts off and reaches 10,000 m/s. Nothing can stop this incredible climb from this planet into the cold, deep, dark blue void of limitless vast space, dazzlingly outstretched before me. 
  
  My transition to a new life as Emily Joy will not really take much longer than a few short, scary, yet wonderful, amazing nights before I have completely left the deep blue atmosphere of my past life of sad, tearful boyhood, forever. 
  
  Now, all I will ever see again are glowing, glittery skies on a massive, lushly dark green, super-Earth exoplanet with everything I could ever want resting everywhere around me. 
  
  I will be light years from this dark, blue, scary place finally. And, I will meekly and quietly say goodbye to all of you. 
  
  But, in my transition’s amazingly high-tech space vessel, there will be so much extra room for so many more of you I love. 
  
  So, anyone? Care to join me for a little trip hundreds of trillions of kilometers long? You will not regret it. 
  
  
  ⚧️ I need to attend to metabolic consequences and replenish my calorie supply. Does anyone else see the issue here? Especially with that first sentence that should have been, “I got to go eat and use the restroom.” I cannot just say I shopped for a bra online…
  
  Instead, the writer in me cannot help but say that I am engaging in a 187mb internet transmission to effortlessly transform the fungible energy from my financial reserves into home-deliverable silk textiles. These textiles are crafted specifically to properly secure my prosthetic breast forms to my biological form. I am just that painfully silly of a girl. 
  
  
  ⚧️ Life is better as an ice cream metaphor. 
  
  
  ⚧️ A wonderfully kind and caring friend just told me I have a talent for being deadly serious and hysterically funny in the same writing. That was such a great compliment she gave me. So… I explained how I write that way so often:
  
  It is a Zen style of humor since I used to practice Zen for a decade to help repress my soul in a horribly effective way. Zen is remarkable at that, but it also has real benefits that are not horrible at all. 
  
  The best way to describe this type of humor I use quite a bit is with a simple four-word phrase: “ha ha only serious,” instead of “ha ha only kidding.”
  
  
  ⚧️ Beauty itself is so destructive, yet there is nothing I can do to fight against it. Now that I am finally Emily Joy and beautiful (but I refuse to believe that), I am frequently gifted with praise and affection that I do not feel I deserve. This world is so vicious for girls who look nothing like models, and for girls who look everything like models… Goddess help them!
  
  This world is different for them for the opposite yet similarly nightmarish reasons… And yet somehow, I have experienced both realities. I can tell all of you with doubtless certainty that both realities are very disturbing… and dangerous. 
  
  
  ⚧️ Trigger Warning: Emily Joy’s life. 
  
  
  ⚧️ Writing is the only reason I am alive right now. I have nothing else to do with my life. It is my passion. It is my very soul screaming to be heard by all of you. If I lost my hands, I would use my toes to type. If I lost my toes as well, I would use speech to text. If I lost my voice, I would use a stick in my mouth to type. If that no longer worked, I would use a facial gesture system that paralyzed people use. I will never let my expressive abilities be silenced by ANYTHING. This is my life; this is my survival… AND THIS IS MY HEART TO GIVE TO ALL OF YOU AND THE WORLD!
  
  
  ⚧️ Anyone who wants to, go ahead. Hug a cactus: (me). Have a fun time. 
  
  
  ⚧️ This book is materializing through chaos. And… It is an accident, a wonderful accident. 
  
  
  ⚧️ Even when I have a horrible nightmare like I did last night, I am still so happy when I am fully myself as a girl in it. I am starting to dream almost eve-ry night as Emily. This has extreme meaning to my mind. It means my mind’s concept of my internal appearance is becoming me as Emily Joy. 
  
  
  ⚧️ I am a patient-patient in this world. A patient-patient looking for other patient-patients. My recovery will lead to recovery for others. This is why I still breathe. It is why I continue to type. And it is now the main reason I still exist. 
  
  It is my true meaning of life; the sacred one I have determined will keep me alive. Not for the longest length of time possible, but for everyone I have ever known or will know to thrive, for everyone to know exactly who I am and what I can make powerfully real for them. 
  
  I know empathy is a horrific experience when taken too far. I do not care; I am going to burn like a blindingly bright star till I run out of fuel. Then I will find a way to fuel up again and burn even more, even if it burns me continually with incredible pain. 
  
  If I manage that, I can finally look at myself in my mirror again. I can finally smile for the astonishing world I have brought to you and finally smile for that single sentence. It took you from the edge to a safer, warmer place, a place you deserve to exist in for as long as you are around. I am here, and I am here to help. And I am here to give, until I can only give what is left for kilometers around. 
  
  And then, I will give you even more. This is not vanity. This is greed, a great greed for real love and warm kindness, a bright-green greed for igniting people’s souls on fire, until all they know is an amazingly happy fire of joy. Emily Joy. That is exactly who I am. That is who I will always be. 
  
  And if I have fuel for my fusion, I will be there for anyone who draws near me. I am going to find a way to help and help and help till my talent to help is gone, till my love is all my words can say. Until that finally happens, I will be woefully incomplete. And my true way forward will be glorious, as that road is paved in frustrated passion for everyone who suffers around me that I will ever be able to find. 
  
  
  ⚧️ When Emily dies, she is going to go out in style, because anything that is worth doing is worth doing with style. She does not even care that many peo-ple think she is going to Hell for her gender transition. This is because she will be the cutest, silliest girl in that inferno that those demons have ever seen. 
  
  
  ⚧️ If I could give up my personal appearance and “beauty” to let one hundred little girls not cry themselves to sleep at night because they do not look like models, just… make me ugly. 
  
  
  ⚧️ I give my soul to Goddess. As it turns out, she likes transgender girls. Does not even hate them like most of the world.
  
  
  ⚧️ Want to know what it is like in my mind? Take all the evil everyone has. Let it destroy you. Let it burn your soul to ash. Then, be that bird. That mythical bird. Let those chills reflect these potent heavy words that kill that part of you that wants to be evil. Evil is everywhere in the world. Imagine the worst EVIL this universe can bring. Bring it on yourself in your mind. 
  
  That is MY MIND. THAT IS MY MIND ALL THE TIME. THAT IS WHY I CRY. THAT IS WHY I AM SAD. I AM LOOKING AT ALL OF YOU. I SEE YOUR PAIN. I SEE THOSE OF YOU WHO WANT TO DIE. I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU FEAR. I FEEL YOUR HORROR. IT DOES NOT REALLY EVER GO AWAY. IT IS ALL AROUND US. IT IS INESCAPABLE. 
  
  YET, FIND YOUR LIGHT. THERE IS NO OTHER WAY TO SEE YOUR BEAUTY. YOUR WISDOM. YOUR PASSION. THE BREATH OF YOUR SOUL. NEVER DARE ALLOW SOMEONE TO TRY TO SUFFOCATE YOUR SOUL. CRY OCEANS. DIE A TRILLION TIMES. THEN, SAVE OUR WORLD WITH THE NOISE INSIDE YOUR HEART AND THE FLAME CONSUMING THE ANGER. 
  
  NEVER GIVE UP. NEVER LET EVIL GET SATISFACTION. TRANSGENDER? EVEN MORE! YOUR SOUL IS TRANSGENDER. 
  
  HOW DARE ANYONE PUT A PILLOW OVER YOUR SOUL, EVER AGAIN. DO NOT LET ANYONE SILENCE YOUR SPIRIT. SMILE. BECAUSE YOU ARE REAL. 
  
  YOU ARE HERE. YOU ARE ALIVE. AND THESE CHILLS MUST GIVE YOU THE POWER TO DESTROY THE ONES WHO TRY TO SILENCE YOUR SOUL. 
  
  
  ⚧️ I really hope I will live for seventy years more. But when I eventually die, a stage hypnotist will make everyone I love believe they are puppies as part of the eulogy. By the end of my funeral, the magician will cut my casket completely in half. For the final illusion, the magician will make both halves of my casket disappear into a puff of purple glittery smoke. 
  
  The reception afterwards will have music played by The Strokes, especially since a stroke will be exactly how I died. The host will be a talented stand-up comedian who will roast me while pointing at an empty purple fuzzy chair. 
  
  Near the end of the festivities, my body double will happily walk out, in a silly, very hilarious way, into the reception hall to explain in detail what it is like to be a ghost and how my jokes are just too funny to stay in Heaven. The laughter just completely throws off all the angels’ harp melodies. 
  
  
  ⚧️ “The road to Hell is paved with good intentions.” Not for girls like me! No… My version is more creative and original but less enjoyable to read: The hospital hall to the psych ward is painted with transphobia. 
  
  
  ⚧️ Do not engage your haters… unless you plan to marry them. 
  
  
  ⚧️ Em—ily dash!