God Candles — Sam Spratt - Masks of Luci

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Attendee Type

Masked Player

MID:46%

Category

Order

X-HI:10%

4033.949358

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4438.772103

Observation

We party now in Decaying ruins of the Old Ones. Their tribes, the Gatesians and Jobsians and Xians, used language – Large Language – to tell Large Lies, until truth, and then society, and then their race were all laid waste. We mute hominids speak silently with nuanced gestures, grimaces and grins, our faces and bodies are our voice. Deception falters in a twitch or blink, trust is fierce and final. The masks allow us our deceptions, paraded not as truth nor lies, to be visible to all.

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Response 1

I like your glimpse that, absent a king, responsibility for a workable society falls on us. We have the power to ruin or create. I note that we ALL came from dirt and will go back to dirt. In your edit, consider: what is all this to YOU? Bare yourself.

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Response 2

I like the harmony in your dance. I reflect that we are all here because this art is extraordinary; unlike the gamblers, you value beauty above coin. In your revision, consider: What ARE your questions? How to those connect to art / THIS art?

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Response 3

You sit at the table in the gambler's den, reviling gamblers. Perhaps Jesus in the temple reviling moneychangers? But you do not tell us about you. In your revision, consider opening a window to your heart, and let us see who YOU are.

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Revision

One cannot know anyone fully, not even oneself. Knowledge + intelligence yields predictability. Prediction: Sam ^ / fartcoin v

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