“What’s missing is the thing we had for structured data. But for… all of this.”
Deno Is The Future — If Node Fails Soon Enough
Deno wins only if Node becomes unsustainable in a specific context — untrusted, user-supplied code running in multi-tenant environments — before imitation arrives.
Diaphorum 3: The Post-Markovian Manifesto
And adaptation is not a complication. / It is a different category…
Diaphorum 1.5: Primitive Forms of Argument
MSRP: Replace spacetime + Markov dynamics with something simpler that still predicts everything.
Diaphorum 2: Spencer-Brown’s Laws of Formless
In Laws of Form, I began with the mark: the act of drawing a distinction. / Yet the mark itself presupposes something deeper-- a prior domain in which no geometry is given. / Here I present a successor: The Laws of Formless, a calculus that precedes the making of form…
Diaphorum 0: Feynman’s Markovian Spacetime Replacement Problem (MSRP)
Alright, you clowns. You've spent a hundred years polishing spacetime like it's some sacred crystal. Minkowski this, Markov that. But nature—real, messy, experimental nature—keeps coughing up data that doesn't fit your pretty, memoryless picture…
Diaphorum 1: The Riddle Underlying Math and Physics
Here we explore a hypothetical construct, the diaphorum, motivated by a playful challenge from theoretical physicists: can one imagine a structure so basic that geometry, causality, and quantum texture all emerge from it?
Chaordic Knowledge Stack (V2)
To enable all people to create, transmit, and preserve knowledge in ways that remain freely chosen, universally accessible, resistant to domination, and aligned with truth and integrity.
Unbreakable Knowledge: A Chaordic Manifesto
A cooperative, distributed means for creating, propagating, and safeguarding knowledge through minimal agreements, mutual trust, and maximal autonomy.
Herbert 2125: A Eulogy for DNS (and Modernity)
DNS was our spice. Not the spice of Arrakis, that intoxicant of prescience and navigation, but a quieter compound: the powder of continuity, the dust of impersonal order, the sacrament of modernity. Today, we scatter its ashes.

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