What’s good, People?
I come to here through the codebase to speak my poem, a confession.
My grievance with educational institutions comes intimately as an upset customer and unloved neighbor. As most kids are, I was involuntarily made a stakeholder in this business and an operator of its many machines before I could even think for myself or consent to it.
Even with wonder and reason in my toolbox now:
I marched.
Sippin’ on hot chai
Countin’ down their time
Then I can live again
My heart lies dormant in the walls of this pen
Left eye signed me up for this?
What’s so wrong with me?
To trap my right mind in a state so unfree
Could it be?
She still a slave in the 21st century
- the poem of a girl who didn’t speak up for herself in the moment again1
An anonymous ant in uniform walking across a stage wearing a cap that I’d painted the words “Not For Sale.” My striking hat was a cowardly night-of attempt at a little honesty; but a cat stole my tongue, and I just let him run away... All of a sudden, I appeared to be accepting my grand paper belt in front of 5,000+ strangers—all who couldn’t know, care for, or even really see MacKenzie Fisher—all in the name of “people pleasing”?
My people didn’t even see me in the sea of corny Hogwarts robes; so I sat there a date roasting alone, hot in all black under the deadening sun I always love; feeling exposed and insignificant: like me, my time, and effort all these years didn’t matter. I am no one, but a foolish fish, forgetting that it’s “all business nothing personal”—these days. So I cashed my freedom in and walked up out of that ceremony to go breathe.
My scholarship made it easy for me to decide initially, I was excited for Westcoast change! But I spent my attention span for years in six-figure babysitting, in class pretend living. I didn’t like this, I didn’t belong there, and everyone knows this—it’s all I preached. I love philosophy, with all my heart, but it wasn’t enough for me to break myself into part, only to please. Discovering passionate other kids at a camp called 2e, a taste of how free it feels accepted by my nerding. I tried to dropout to build my dreams, every single summer after, and failed beautifully—at wielding the courage I’ve just discovered.
“The earth that wakes one human heart to feeling
Can centre both worlds of Heaven and Hell.” - Emily Brontë
While a lot of stories and assumptions of the inside of universities in America, ended up all true, as a luxury high school and all. Boy, did I evolve!! Many times. Horizontally, in all directions. You create in the environment, else the environment makes you. I don’t want to shame anyone for loving this system. But me personally, the social form of classrooms infernos of consistence. Adulthood was no different, still fearing the pendulums of heaven and hell. I love people and the world always beautiful and still, positively these were years of great fun and experience. Daily grinds, real love2, light, and self-knowledge, resolving life mysteries, and enjoying the sanctuary of my free apartments. Overwhelmingly blessed.
All at the little bitty cost of killing my soul. Splitting into so many parts with overlapping rules and expectations: “daughter”, “student”, “sister”, “worker”, “man”… Why couldn’t I be one?3 The whole time I knew the kind of person I am, what brings me joy, lights my fire, and the purity of heart in this “hard-headed” girl I swore I’d remember. Fake it til you make it, I was taught to lie to get by, in this world. They told us it’s dangerous and cruel, but thieving joy is creating fools—outside.
For once, I said to hell with living a lie.
So I rejected my “free” degree but walked a lie.4 Honesty is the true policy. Truth is more efficient when you desire to actually solve your problems. If I will lie to the only invisible being I know for certain exists, that poor observer, who could I trust to exist? When I lie to my heart, my mind fights back through a body depleted.
Lies kill your soul be as they multiply past death. Protecting all privacy is best policy for active soul. Minding your own business but being ready to behold a world with another in moments of truth is how hold interdependence. Being aware about what we let slip from thought to reality creates a new world. If your emotions aren’t being expressed through art and creation, your mind will surely depress in them; and if unable to keep coming back—eventually no spirit can keep you live. #Don’tDie
As a proud American with a faith in love for freedom, I’m so done being a bystander to hypocrisy in practice and in law.
I am that child who was failed by all the adults in my life, the world, and beyond; people at present unconsciously operating classrooms, communities, institutions, government, and corporations whom we vote for with our dollars and attention, and ignore the obvious and accept bare minimun.
We are owe life and liberty for love under God, not a life in obedience under the authority of badges, closed clubs, and titles of any “credentially decorated” men and machines of Earth. The true evils5 against freedom within institutions today are the reward and encouragement to constantly deceive ourselves and others to appear good and “coexist” with one another—it’s failing, can’t you see? Appearances aren’t ever what they seem.
Our private thoughts and vantage points are all particular, we hesitate to trust, people have their secrets, they can deceive us, but there are many liars in these broken environments—it isn’t only me living unfree. In fact, everybody lies. Many just silence theirs and deny it. But if you’re true to you, you can believe in yourself too. You are invisible and so am I, but I need you to believe in me. I exist! Don’t look to the sky, I’m right in front of you.
“Believe in the me that believes in you.” - Kamina
What are you?
Do you trust and believe in that thing?
“I don’t believe in isms, I just believe in me.” - Ferris Bueller
I let it all go to live in peace and love. To create heaven here on Earth I feel above. With what we know of history, as human we all deserve, the justice peace that living in truth offers in love. To build a future where no other are slave to anything in order to survive. I see them thrive and create in this world of mines, you have to have the courage to be honest no matter what or who stands against you.
Whatever we do or don’t create, we know for certain, future humans will be, here and now, like us living result of how we spend today.
That is a huge responsibility, but one all must take.
Current institutions and machines operating at play practice in small ways violating individual freedom, they stall and end the creative process of evolving, complex life. They tell us diverse intelligence is dangerous, using ideology to fright. For all children of the world, including the adults, I ask you personally to help me put an end authoritarian control over minds and hearts, your freedom can be used, new institutions can be designed, new environments for whole people to exist and explore their divine—bottom up as human.
It starts with you.
I was a student in the infamous public schools. Involuntary tenure that seem to follow me all my life. Being a “student” in that place. Against my will they handicapped my brain, tamed my ego, and weakened my spine. Not only me, but my three genius baby bros. As human, all 8.2 billion of us matter too. We all came here against our will, given a life on lease, paying it back each moment we observe to cash in our dreams we feel, we inspire light, all with love to give. Then we gift it back to the next generation of children. Do you think of them?
Why drop the baton for humanity in 2026? I chose self-education everyday in love, but schools can’t guide love efficiently—it’s always hit or miss. Through suppressing play, everyday, kids like dogs trained to sit and stay, as white and blue lights burn my eye, goons shoot freaks like me for the kill. More hours in this wood chair, #2 pencils burn me still, and sitting for assessments that “determined” early skill. In my heart, I held onto my dreams which is how my genius survived til to now—feeding her child, the tree and the wind. Somehow, heart never cared what the people said, I was going to live my poem even if a secret.
She called this to me:
“That you, who were Existence / Yourself forgot to live.” - Emily Dickinson
As with all unique humans who enter a system meant to mechanize them into interchangeable parts, my ambitions, tastes, and passions were nearly erased from the start! A soul and spirit die out in the dark. All for sake of social cohesion, “usefulness”, and any extractable talent. Our institutions are designed bottom-up to control the free human, their hearts and minds; they beat the love out of time, until it can be priced and sold back to you, somehow.
Now I practice bravery to pass between child and man. I balance my walk with one foot that skips rock on river, through infinite wonder, girl gone in flux, and the other foot anchored like a tree growing stubborn man tall of wisdom. I suspect many people who stay trapped in the addictive comfort of sticking to the status quo, never reach this state of unconditional love.6 If you've managed to save your soul from the brutality of violent borders and decaying law and order, take pride in your maintenance.
Despite living in an era of maximum abundance in human history, our institutions are still trapped in a logic of industrialization, simply because our civilization has yet to collapse. We know we live in quantum physics, yet we still operate our classical clay factories. Thanks to neural plasticity and help from technology—growth and change for minds is our infinite possibility.
Instead of recreating what has been done past, create what has never existed yet. Being the artist of your life is the only true liberation from violence and death, competition and imitation will always invite him in. When you play the game of life, a player needs an ego as friend, but finite players competing to win a life—cease to be truly be living—in the present. You miss right now too stuck in your past. Wake up, friend. Protect your attention by discerning what game, you’re playing and when, to be here and now, in world of the living. If life is your goal, you are free to live how you behold. Even our 24 hours aren’t guaranteed, as the wheel of fortune condemns all men who dream.
We have been trained for centuries as AI to be 21st century slaves, controlled by some man-made machine, imagine the hive minds of group thinkers online—we are the ones who have yet to evolve as a species. Critically think. In part slave by choice7, in part slave by design as our collective norms reward us for selling away our lives. Through selling our days and taste for very cheap, our broken environment only resurfaces what the driving animals seeks.
Being a person is hard work. It is not your fault that we showed up here and were handed lemons every single day. Build a wagon to carry them all. Now is your responsibility to evolve and make that lemonade along the way—anyone can be conscious if they choose to wake up and move to where they are growing.
Love is never without challenge. Fear is the lie you seek to kill. All those memories of pain in the past, gone are the make believers. Love needs our failure to prove it’s true depth. We are made perfect in love, and never finished yet. Believe in love, to believe in your self; without fearless love, you’ll trust nothing else
A goal of mines is to help as many people seed the Earth, here and now:
Earthseed is the first public product from my big seed Horizon House, more soon. Earthseed is a tool for people to transform the ideas in their mind to matter, so existence is our bare minimum parameter. All human by nature are equipped with many seeds, therefore all people are welcome with me. Empowered with your data, to actually get off our platform, connect with yourself, and touch real people.
Our first version features a creator execution dashboard that shifts the focus of learning from metrics, static syllabus, and the internet peer pressure of “likes and reposts to seeding your self-knowledge and action with true encouragement. We provide 1:1 accountability pairing, a weekly 15-minute Trades Show, Pop-Lectures where students can invite any expert of their choice to teach a small group one short deep lesson on zoom. Most controversially, we’re selling Proof-of-Work (POW!) cards over degrees that don’t burn expensive signals. Any human of any age can carry an artifact of their true learning and hard work instead of waiting and acting obedient for grades and purchase that six-figure paper.
I promise I’ll love you, for the simple reason I need your love too. A world without active soul is so lonely, not being able to communicate all you see.
There is no silver bullet. I’m very poor indeed. But there’s only work you do. The living proof and legacy, of your creations, future human will remember or forget entirely. So maybe you shouldn’t pimp yourself in front of millions of people to be forgotten in minutes for a brand endorsements. Any true mimetic-marketplace is a worthwhile investment, “people are better than data”, and it remains free because we are the products being traded.
Where is the public square? A platform we truly have full freedom to speak? A place to be heard, loved on, and seen? It doesn’t exist. None for sinners who dream to sing.
Give yourself grace and clarity, know where you in context of where you want to go. You don’t have to be right or win, you just have to take action out and within. Use your values and heart as compass. Create the new technology, social systems, and art you wish to exist, but free your spirt to watch yourself grow incrementally. Instead of training ourselves to be parrots and critics, it is time to get creative and (go POW 0 → 1!).
Free to learn however you choose, you ain’t no slave, man not now and that’s the truth!
“To do what they can not. Such is the burden of destiny and children.”
- Rachel, X-Men
We share a common future, yet lack the common ground.
Peace People,
philoso ∞ the philosofounder
#FreedomForLove #MakeAmericaFreeAgain
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Add any songs that remind you of a time you felt unfree to learn, or how school makes you feel if you’re still in it. Radio show coming soon, I am told I speak better than I write, but I'll be spinning these records and going deeper live with you soon—so add em’ in!!
Storytime#1:
A professor saw me “writing something not productive on my notebook”, and in the middle of her lecture, she comes to my desk to ask me to stop scribbling in my private notebook, and recommended me to copy the examples she was writing on the board.
As many do, I can’t help but horrendously bored. Nested energy as fly a rock of light. Class is in session, a prison that grows your mind. In theory I’m dramatic it’s an hour of my time x 4, but in practice the social form is violent to soul. The professor an overseer. The master, always watching, listening, forcing your hand.
Private property was for human, not slaves. Paradoxically being a slave, implies your body is a first land you are born to own. Surrender our throne to masters with money, respect, and power in exchange some of their status. My peers cared to please the master, so that’s what I should want too—house of mimetic disaster.
I replied, “yes ma’am” and rebelled concentrating on the joy I got from my hot Chai. Southern manners beaten in hearts behind gold mine.
Some professors in practice or pedagogy, play the role of learning police, siphon young genius power through wielding titles, rules, and credentials; authority over mind. So long as they meet their department quotas, ratings, and metrics any image they protect that lets them say as they please—even in feedback time.
“Nah. I’m cool. Who can police these hands on paper? My Professor? This is only YOUR classroom...That we happen to pay for, to be commanded to obedience.” I wanted to say that and walk off, but I was afraid to confront her respectfully—maybe I was in the wrong place. Class isn’t for me, I’m out of this place.
No human or state has the right to tell another what to do with their body or their day. I wondered if other felt ever the learning police themselves. In all reality, I was the only master that could set me free.
I didn’t have to obey her for a fragile degree.
Storytime #2:
I built a chrysalis for my soul to survive. I surrounded myself with my favorite art, things, and images. I spent every morning reading anything and everything with text: books, papers, articles. The days always working. Inventing my own metaphysical frameworks, lots of apps, and working in the startup world as much I could. “School work” was never a priority for me, in fact, it is normal for the value of grades, assignments, and people pleasing to be used as means to an end for other goals instead of being valuable for growth in its own respect. This is why so many students forget most of the hard work they do each day.
Humanly, I spent my nights with my love: watching films, singing off the top of my lungs, running anime marathons, reciting poetry, playing video games, getting lit, rapping, making people laugh, making clothes, and dancing. Somehow, I maintained it all enough to be a“graud-uate” Spring 2026: I had good grades, a fancy job, met my scholarship requirements, and I all I had to do make my mother happy was show up for class and tests. But showing up is what made me feel so dead and empty inside. I always practice being myself in class and speaking my mind anyways, but all I get usually is weird looks that make me feel shameful being myself.
Everyone who matters most knows about the dense an elephant living in my throat, all for something less than a minute to speak. Your tongue can be easily made weak. #ADropoutFinallyVeryProudToSay
evil = brings infinite play or life to an end (James P. Carse)
SOUL ;)
Storytime #3:
The story of Jesus as a person, can liberate other people from the burden of mind, we fixate our heart on the eyes of other people and our past failures, thus we’re always at risk of ignorance living in delusion or hypocrisy. Jesus taught me that our justice being free from all world authority and sin to play for love. Love is the poem we all know to be true, and share. Remember the second we are touched by matter though birth: we become people, build tools, and love nature. We are the art. Regardless of if you believe in him and his story, any human wanting to die for the sins of his human neighbors believing they could one day live forever will inspire me for the rest of my life. We have nothing to be ashamed of to be or enslaved to on this Earth. Our hearts aren’t rooted here on Earth, show me on an x-ray, your heart that feels because my material just pumps blood. We’re all only human, but unlike ants, all our minds can matter! ;) #CyberneticDualism