I find that experience a lot in real life too though. Just recently, i went to an event i have heard of with a variety of topics. It almost felt like the schedule was picked was designed with a good diverse hn homepage. I was so hyped, because i don‘t know anyone in real life to talk about a variety of topics like that in depth.

I went there. After the first day, i was so incredibly disappointed. Everyone, even the „anti capatialist“ speakers, were so eager to hand out their business card. It‘s not like the were scharlatans, they were experts in deed, much more knowledgeable than me in their fields of course, but it seemed all they truly cared about, is being expert in something that way easy to them. It was just one of those marketing events, that exists for companies to feel good & important to find people to transfer big loads of money to, to get a pet on their back by the boss. I mean business tickets were about 1000 euros.

OT:
All i wanted was to find people like here, who love to jump from discussing coding, AI and climate change, to explorations silly ideas, like how beauty is a weird thing, as it’s just the product of natures waste… the green nature we love, is just their of excess energies and a fun evolutionary luck for our eyes, that we see color & reality like that. Because if we perceived the basic reality much differently, who knows what sense of beauty was the filter for source of true inspiration: the urge to live, which is, the need for control (at least whatever makes our mind feel we are in control, which is much easier & keeps humanity going), because of what color actually is the frequencies of the excess energy, „thrown away“, for stupid humans to come along, and adore the nature for it… oh, when did people start planting plants for beautys sake? Or was the beauty in the protectice plants / good plants, there, before we learned and adapted our human reality? Was this a hint from the nature? Does it reward us for something? Lure us in? Is natures poop, what we perceive as powers, but are just by design uncapable to see it? Are humans like GPT to GOD(s)? Now, what if this was a simulation? It must be like a room with no windows or doors, you just woke up in this room, and don’t even know words, have no memory, nothing to hunt, no need to fulfill, no one to learn from, because of lack of other beings like you and even if, no needs means no need to learn anything, or teach, or remember, there is nothing and you don‘t even think about what difference could exist… there is no light in this room, no features or any similarities of the real laws of physics, no light, nothing happens, no time, no need, no pain, „consciousness“ (whatever that is), but nothing else… how could humans, possibly breakout? Or just grasp, what that is? How would you view the outside of the room, from the inside, if no windows, no doors, no experience(s)? Either through technology which works in a dimension we either haven‘t fully figured out yet, or, don‘t even know about… maybe, yet. If not, it must be Phantasia. If we develop such a technology, then it must serve a purpose within that room, right? And even if no purpose or even if this just a stupid question, but wouldn‘t that mean, that either looking for the „real“ technology, might lead us into a trap? If the room is constructed like that, it must be, because no one wants you to look outside. And if there was, why is it there?
Which makes me think: even if Phantasia is not the actual key to making us look at the outside, how would we find the real way? Probably not, without imagining what it could be like, which shouldn‘t be too close to the reality of the outside… which means two things: either way, phantasia is the only thing we could rely on, in that case… and: if true, it means, that the further away from reality, the realer it gets. But not as a figure of speech, and not just based on the assumption that in that room, the „perceived“ (whatever that is) laws of physics couldn‘t resemble the ones outside of the room. Even within this very weird explorative silly idea, this assumption seems a stretch. But that doesnt matter still.
Because the idea Phantasia must be the furthest away from reality, is the way our minds work either way. Most ideas are based on reality. Even the thoughts i find unique, they aren‘t for most of you. But i haven‘t read many of them yet anywhere. But they are just combinations of my experiences of the way i perceive the world. So even as unique as they seem to myself, the experiences creating these ideas, only exist because of the reality, so the ideas are real… and if reality is the room, then these ideas are based on what‘s in the room. But if there was any „beam of light“ (or any other physical ground for the real reality) coming from the outside of the room „shining“ (not real light, just examplatory– if it wasn‘t light but sound, that we imagine as coming into the room from the outside, i‘d write „being audible“) into the room, in a way, so that we can perceive it, can either come from, yet again, technology or phantasia. But even if the former: the route to this technology leads to an end, without phantasia itself… this seems like actually phantasia is the basis for reality either way…
Or imagine, as weird as a lot of the „aliens“ and „ufo“ stuff sounds, what if… i mean a species that would come here to this planet, must have interesting technology (or whatever that ability would be to them, maybe no technology, maybe something natural, if they even have „nature“ as a concept as the basis of reality), if they had abilities to come here and thus „travel“ faster than light, faster than time, couldn‘t a million human years be nothing to them, so maybe once every 50k-10m years they come here? Or maybe they haven‘t… maybe they have put one of their own into some kind of advanced jail, just like the room i described above, and maybe this jail is not constructed as a physical space confinement, but a state of nil… and because it has nothing to do, since 10m human hears, it end up briefly thinking „thinking“ about a world like ours, as if it was a thought, a phantasie of that prisoner, who somehow by doing that „creates“ us, which we can‘t understand because of these multiple nested realities, and maybe we only exist for an equivalent of a split second in the respective mother-reality. And maybe less in the real reality?… and then talk about how all the fear mongering should be under punishment, because if all our minds have the same fantasies, we end up changing „reality“ (whatever that is)… i mean the opposite effect seems to be easily visible, but is garnered with facts & logic… i mean, i am typing this on my phone via mobile internet access, just because a long, long, long time ago someone started the idea of „more advanced“, or even a „future“ at all which is only possible because of the way humans perceive reality and how this artificial concept of reality based on time, is a lie but it works much better than not having one, and no other seems reasonable from this biased point of view, this one human looked at a stone,
and found inspiration in „natures“ (whatever that is) poop (which seems like it is all there is), which led everything after that… all the way up to me with a smartphone… doing nothing, but typing symbols into the void, being lonely, thinking how interesting these thoughts are to me, and nothing else excited me, but how pointless, because even if they weren‘t as silly, i ain‘t even smart enough to be a good software developer… and even if, it would still just be pointless… will i be a good father? Will my mind still be occupied when my child is here? Must i stay in this room forever? Why not make the best out of the room? Can’t see shit in here anyway… might as well be naked… so that’s why i just post this random chain of thoughts. I wish they wouldn’t captivate my mind, i can’t focus on the things that matter… i always wanted to create, now that i did, i didn’t… aaaand then back to the next thought that i had much earlier when gyping this but totally lost the way… the thought was about how the octopus mind might have unimaginable potential, but is limited by their short life span & anti-social behaviour, excluding them from having culture & knowledge transfer… which made me think about how i behave anti-social with my weird arrogance… and rather writing crazy words that i know people will perceive as crazy and that i didn‘t even proof-read because i know it wouldn‘t be worth the effort any way… which might limit my potential as well… just like the octopus… hmm… maybe i must… hm… well… maybe… revelation… why don‘t you just follow me on twitter to find out more about this journey? There is also a book, podcast, vlog, social-media, influencing stuff & propaganda (that i myself am unaware of) & of course: advertisement deals!

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Back to reality: sorry, usually i would delete all of this again, after writing (if i don‘t write this into my notes or on pen & paper). I just wish i‘d know what to do with this… i wish i could somehow spend all day thinking about things like that… but i am mute and blind… at least in real life… i think…