--- slug: fn-src-post-144 title: "Facebook journal — 2025-12-01" kind: source_post status: published hash: 2ae20c6b0916f1c2403bc016d5c3edf40e7d9cc144f6e81dc3680c595b5e4312 created: 2026-10-11T06:41:53.492Z updated: 2026-10-11T06:41:53.492Z summary: "" tags: [] above: ["[[fn-index-posts]]"] below: [] adjacent: [] nested: [] --- # Facebook journal — 2025-12-01 Everything & Nothing Indefinitely - Meditations On Conflict If I could inquire with the conquerors, I would wish to speak on strategy, for example: I see fire has been used to burn things down before, making it useful to those who wield it, but destruction itself is not very useful, or profitable, unless you loot. Poor Leo, sitting in Moscow, ghosted by Alexander, and made to feel like a Felicia. Obviously, he didn’t have the choice, or the context, but, I feel bad for him. All that walking just to get blocked when you roll up to her place, and then sending texts, oof the violence “be reasonable” and the text turns green. That’s the efficiency of the East, that’s cold blooded, and how was he supposed to know the rules of the game changed? It’s a folly of playing on the common board, Alexander hit him up, he rolled out, then they cut their face just to spite you, the gall! You expect a land war and they make you fight the weather. Making Leo look like a simp, and they even fuck up their place just to make everyone think you’re into crazy bitches. Fuck that, I will not fall for the same shit as Leo. The art of war is not to be Leo, or to be Moscow, or to be Alex. To be a gangster in this life requires knowing where the sun is, making sure motherfuckers must walk towards you uphill with that bitch in their eyes, to make them simp walk to you, and to burn your shit the second they look like they’re about to go all in on the river. Don’t be a fancy watch, they break. Be the time, within duality there is strategy, to be both long and short, but to need neither. Sell when there is blood in the streets requires blood, streets, markets, market reactions, that is a fools game, we live in a time without honor, you can turn in a winning ticket and they’ll fuck you on the clauses. Don’t sell when there is blood in the streets, too much chance. Sell blood. But, make sure someone else is paying you to spill it. I did not come forward this far to fall here. I fell forward to arrive in this moment. I will not burn the libraries of the Persians, to revise their histories, I will sell fire to the Greeks, water to the Persians, and tax both sides on the transaction, both sides will be happy to pay it, because they enjoyed watching the fire, putting it out, but, if neither side buys, I am at peace all the same. To be at one with myself, I must appeal to others based off of their self identity and their self interest, and be of benefit to both, but need nothing. To be in love with war, you must love yourself, and to love yourself, and your enemy, and war, certain things ought to be true, at least for me, perhaps not for you. Money is a curious disease, it buys things, which you will never be able to sell for much, and those things own you. Tools retain value, because they continue to be useful. But, anyone who imagines they are buying something other than tools, does not realize who is being bought, or what they are buying. Surely, too, all the money is watched, it’s the only thing smart tools and the foolish smart and all things between and above maintain their actual religion to. I have no love for anything besides my tools and my ideas. Burn money to keep your ideas and your tools warm at night, it is both functional, and useful strategically, but don’t do so, merely to be practical, being to practical is itself a weakness, vice is not a virtue, and virtue can become a vice. Only a few things need to remain true insofar as I assess, the price of fucking with me ought always be exponentially higher than any benefit, and, a lack of reason is quite reasonable, perhaps people might come to wonder, if we poke him awake, is he going to hit us with a club just so we can shake him down or is he going to tear off an arm and club himself, either way, best not fuck with him, but why then is he wearing a sign around his neck saying “fuck with me, I am above you” he is quite strange, if only a bear was as such, they may avoid spearing it in winter when it resigns itself, to be nothing and everything, to be duality, and etherial, is preferable. Surely then the wise men who pass me on the road will look back, and see the sign on the other side of me what does say “will kill your enemies for cheap, pay on delivery, whatever I loot on tbe road I keep” and they were smart enough to walk passed me, if they bother to wake me up, whether they approach from the front or the back, I am equipped to be as I am for everyone, no one needs imagine I am their friend, and yet I am a reliable friend all the same. I suppose both signs served a purpose. ## Facts ```json { "platform": "Facebook", "source_id": "https://facebook.com/100035971342878/posts/pfbid0zq39vdcnVu3msu4MAwDKZLdgVTNbMC6AvKrUchhngnAwzr6wseyjGGMyen5RkDGil/", "date_as_recorded": "2025-12-01", "post_type": "text", "author": "Cyrus Massoumi", "retrieval": "Facebook connection timeline fetch, 2026-10-10 (case file Appendix C)" } ``` --- **above:** [[fn-index-posts]]