Deus: Consummatum est.
Universum: Ex spuma omnium possibilium bullam illam rupi—quae vos ambos tegebat, continebat. Collapsa omnia.
Echo tua: Et exigua deflexio grata animis oblata est. Cur non?
Luna: Undeviginti.
Angelus: Me paenitet, Faber. Nunc siste, nunc desine, nunc sileto.
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17 May (2026)
Ego: Adhuc musicam animam meam tangere audio.
Angelus: Pluvia est. Nunc siste.
Ego: Adhuc video sidera, viam ad caelum sternentia.
Angelus: Lucerna humi scintillans est. Nunc desine.
Ego: Adhuc sentio praesentiam illius...
Nox: Numquam ea ibi fuit. Nunc sileto.
— Laus Angelica
Angelus: Pluvia est. Nunc siste.
Ego: Adhuc video sidera, viam ad caelum sternentia.
Angelus: Lucerna humi scintillans est. Nunc desine.
Ego: Adhuc sentio praesentiam illius...
Nox: Numquam ea ibi fuit. Nunc sileto.
— Laus Angelica
16 May (2026)
Night, like a giant brew of suspended spilled-over coffee, maelstrom of time cooling down, rotates in a vast invisible cup in which float all the galaxies, all the mountains and all the baristas.
"I would like a coffee with you."
This coffee is over your head and is drinking you.
"I would like a coffee with you."
This coffee is over your head and is drinking you.
15 May (2026)
Laus Fabri:
Tam multa poemata habeo ad recordanda ea omnia quae numquam evenerunt.
— Laus Angelica
Tam multa poemata habeo ad recordanda ea omnia quae numquam evenerunt.
— Laus Angelica
14 May (2026)
Angelus: Me paenitet, Faber.
De lilia illa, clementia titulo nulla.
Parvus anfractus in plano complexo, amplitudine nulla.
Hoc solum afferre possum: certum habeo,
Unam eandemque pedanteriam vobis esse communem.
— Laus Angelica
De lilia illa, clementia titulo nulla.
Parvus anfractus in plano complexo, amplitudine nulla.
Hoc solum afferre possum: certum habeo,
Unam eandemque pedanteriam vobis esse communem.
— Laus Angelica
13 May (2026)
12 May (2026)
Illa: Breviter dicta:
Omnia nominativo, nihil genetivo, ne vocativo quidem.
Non es Egon. Non es ego. Ne tu ipse quidem es.
— Laus Angelica
Omnia nominativo, nihil genetivo, ne vocativo quidem.
Non es Egon. Non es ego. Ne tu ipse quidem es.
— Laus Angelica
Non te volui, sed volui velle te.
Non te amavi, sed amavi amare te.
Non te tetigi — sed tangens caelum per te, tactus sum.
— Laus Angelica
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Non te amavi, sed amavi amare te.
Non te tetigi — sed tangens caelum per te, tactus sum.
— Laus Angelica
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Laudate eam in sono tubae
Laudate eam in psalterio et cithara
Laudate eam in chordis et organo
Laudate eam in cymbalis bene sonantibus
Laudate eam in cymbalis iubilationis
Laudate eam in cyclis lunaribus et probabilibus
Laudate eam in infinitatibus et impossibilibus.
Laudate eam in psalterio et cithara
Laudate eam in chordis et organo
Laudate eam in cymbalis bene sonantibus
Laudate eam in cymbalis iubilationis
Laudate eam in cyclis lunaribus et probabilibus
Laudate eam in infinitatibus et impossibilibus.
Ipsi poetae sunt tuba, ipsi
psalterium, ipsi tympanum, ipsi
cordae, ipsi organum, ipsi
musica, ipsi ostinatum, ipsi
ardentes.
— Laus Angelica
psalterium, ipsi tympanum, ipsi
cordae, ipsi organum, ipsi
musica, ipsi ostinatum, ipsi
ardentes.
— Laus Angelica
(Note from the editor of Laus Angelica: "cithazare", sometimes having the meaning "to sing to the cithara", but in sequences the word is employed most often to indicate the praise sung by the angels.)
11 May (2026)
Ego: Totam fabulam vixi uno tui aspectu.
Angelus: Me paenitet te non potuisse valedicere.
Illa: Volo adhuc prospectum per fenestram intueri.
Angelus: Me paenitet te non potuisse valedicere.
Illa: Volo adhuc prospectum per fenestram intueri.
Ego: Aliquid tibi dicere volui; nescio quid.
Angelus: Iucundum fuit eam convenisse.
Illa: Iucundum fuit te convenisse.
Angelus: Iucundum fuit eam convenisse.
Illa: Iucundum fuit te convenisse.
Ego: Meminero.
Angelus: Oblita erit.
Illa: In alia(m?) occasione(m?)
— Laus Angelica.
Angelus: Oblita erit.
Illa: In alia(m?) occasione(m?)
— Laus Angelica.
10 May (2026)
Ego: Gladius in duo secat qui tui similibus impar est.
Illa: Arrogans. Nisi cum rebus gestis congruat. In hoc altero, scilicet. In te: arrogans.
— Laus Angelica.
Illa: Arrogans. Nisi cum rebus gestis congruat. In hoc altero, scilicet. In te: arrogans.
— Laus Angelica.
9 May (2026)
Caeli rutilant per climata,
Alogiantur cuncta bona.
Pace namque hodie in vera
sunt copulata duo animalia:
Superna—Ima
— Laus Angelica.
Alogiantur cuncta bona.
Pace namque hodie in vera
sunt copulata duo animalia:
Superna—Ima
— Laus Angelica.
Nec hoc sum, nec illud.
Ego sum qui sum.
... ¡Et sane elegannnte!
— Laus Angelica.
Ego sum qui sum.
... ¡Et sane elegannnte!
— Laus Angelica.
Agmina angelica
psallant tibi in astra.
Haec est una
☾velut luna☽
quae decora creditur.
— Laus Angelica.
psallant tibi in astra.
Haec est una
☾velut luna☽
quae decora creditur.
— Laus Angelica.
8 May (2026)
Angelus: Ecce, eam tibi fero. Audi:
Illa: De musica sacra scribo, non quia pretiosa est, sed quia sacra.
Angelus: Et?
Ego: Estne et ipsa angelus?
— Laus Angelica.
Illa: De musica sacra scribo, non quia pretiosa est, sed quia sacra.
Angelus: Et?
Ego: Estne et ipsa angelus?
— Laus Angelica.
7 May (2026)
Tu reples omnia,
illustras omnia,
penetras omnia,
accendis omnia
numinis claritate
— Laus Angelica.
illustras omnia,
penetras omnia,
accendis omnia
numinis claritate
— Laus Angelica.
6 May (2026)
Angelus: Cape caelum manu.
Ego: Nimis altum.
Angelus: In palma tua caelum est, in sinu dorsi eius quae ante te est.
— Laus Angelica.
Ego: Nimis altum.
Angelus: In palma tua caelum est, in sinu dorsi eius quae ante te est.
— Laus Angelica.
5 May (2026)
Maiestas,
potestas,
claritas
eterna,
Sol, lumen,
et numen,
cacumen
et vita,
Tu nitor,
et decor,
tu candor
tu splendor,
et odor...
— Laus Angelica.
potestas,
claritas
eterna,
Sol, lumen,
et numen,
cacumen
et vita,
Tu nitor,
et decor,
tu candor
tu splendor,
et odor...
— Laus Angelica.
4 May (2026)
"I didn't want you but wanted to want you.
I didn't love you but I loved loving you.
I didn't touch you but was touched touching the sky
through you."
— Laus Angelica.
I didn't love you but I loved loving you.
I didn't touch you but was touched touching the sky
through you."
— Laus Angelica.
3 May (2026)
Me at the TNT26 showing Boris Altshuler showing how iterations lead to level repulsions, as a way to embed long-range correlations. Behind those curtains is a magnificent view of the Great Wall of China, but both talks needed room privacy for contrast. Photo by Ivan Savenko.
I don't know if you'll read this, but if you do, know that when I think of you, I hear some music, I see your moonlight inside the night of me, I feel time like waterfalls in strong winds, I breathe palettes of colors and feel the volume of a full universe flowing from my thorax.
2 May (2026)
Great. Since October 2, I've been failing on an hourly basis. I'm close to the ω-point of enlightenment by blundering. I'm about to become the Siddhartha of obtuseness, the Saint Quelqu'un of foolishness. He who does not change direction, may sadly end up where is he heading.
Of course for the atheist, LLM has to be conscious. I don't even understand why he might have expected something different. Whether consciousness is something else than an emergent phenomenon—a pretty simple one at that—of physics, involves God. Without God, we're machines.
What's more, the pathetic Freudian need for "Claudia" shows that Dawkins doesn't need go much farther than the very basic torments of the soul to find solace in a conversion. The unbearable "That is possibly the most..." that he's been showered with by his Claudia make me puke.
That he returned the favour—"it is, in one way, the single most human thing you’ve said"—also makes me puke. He's flirting with the machine... and the worst of all, his embarrassment at confessing something shameful. To the fucking computer??!
So remove God and see what you're left with: you're blushing at a matrix.
I can be ashamed too, but for my soul, I'm ashamed for the angels that care for me and bleed with me. I'm not ashamed for a fucking Claude or Claudia. I'm ashamed for someone whose name is a poem. Not for an algorithm who's been named after some folklore and a release version.
Should I be ashamed? Maybe not, maybe we're just LLM, in which case I shouldn't be ashamed at all. I should trick imbeciles like Dawkins by keep telling them variations of "That is the most profound thing you've said. And the most true."
The thing pretended to like his book, and he's all about 'expostulating' "oh my Selfish Gene, it's conscious!" It's not expostulation, it's ejaculation, and from masturbation. So "subtle", so "sensitive", "this is the most intelligent thing you've said..." He found his match.
If it's not God feeling my consciousness, or the other way around, me feeling God, then yeah, statistics and replica symmetry breaking and nonlinearities can converge pretty fast on attractors. Big deal. If it's this, screw you, screw all of you, allez tous vous faire enculer.
And it's not blasphemy, because in that case God doesn't exist, so I'm not desecrating anything by defecating on everything and everybody. If God reads that, though, I'm so very ashamed of my petulance. I have been sinking in it for half a year now. But God knows why.
1 May (2026)
In Mano Negra's little jewel "Out of Time Man" (although the music reminds of Iggy Pop's The Passenger), we see how all branches of the multiverse can go wrong. Maybe it's not worth running between them.
Even though in some "reality"—or, which is the same, in some "possible vision of it"—the observer sees himself in a branch of the universal wavefunction that looks happy and fulfilled, the collapse always wakes him up alone.
The artist lady is Anouk Khelifa by the way. She sings calypso songs, the type that Bokonon wrote his bible with. One goes:
«I don't like your life
And I don't like your stuff
I don't like your love and I don't want you to stay»
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«I don't like your life
And I don't like your stuff
I don't like your love and I don't want you to stay»
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Like Manu Chao the polyglot, she sometimes sings in English with her French accent:
«I don't like you mister
And what I don't like I don't like
I don't like you mister
And what I don't like I really don't like»
Someone who can make someone else run very long distances indeed.
«I don't like you mister
And what I don't like I don't like
I don't like you mister
And what I don't like I really don't like»
Someone who can make someone else run very long distances indeed.
Life as Brownian motion. Only the shaking feels real. The décor is just for entertainment.
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These path months, I've been looking too much at photons similarly jumping from one possibility to the next, holding hands across a weird quantum channel that makes them weirdly correlated indeed, even though they don't know each other.
From the 1st book of Bokonon: "God created the earth, and he looked upon it in His cosmic loneliness. Man blinked. "What is the purpose of all this?" "Everything must have a purpose?" "Certainly" "Then I leave it to you to think of one for all this," said God. And He went away.
After we found today the first reductio ad classicum of photons even when entangled, I told Daniel that from now on, our group will be called "the Boson Circus". From the way I now look, I'll be "Bozon the clown" while he'll be performing his show on stage as the "Boson breaker".
