forgotten. BETRAYED. BURIED. Necessary.
Libertalia...forged by myth as the utopia of the pirate age, where those with no country, no flag, the politic of living and dying by one's own choices came with the expression of not being unmade by the past, sanctioned by the arbitrary power of royalty, guilds, corporation, and gods. Fly no flag that stays stiff in the wind. Build towards a future that is nothing but song, wonder, rebel, grace, all the way to the impossible. Libertalia is perfect because it demands that you never are.
To be a conscionable pirate today: live like momento mori means something to you, learn like its the greatest treasure ever to be discovered, fight like the yet to be born need a parent they'll never know. Make a map or two before the adventure comes to an end.
This is a place where maps are made. Legend is a matter of building with love and menace.
Navigating through the arc of time; it is a spring. The mechanics of our intellectual plunder allure the brave;
it is here we be people of fortune, thus we seek it.
Map
Fail and be rewarded
El Darado is the journey
Learn to fall
Draw bad mountains
Live in dirty worlds
Invent a middle finger
See Kaldor-Hicks
Power &
Attraction
Radiation is currency
Powering what we see
What we sense
What we gravitate towards
Polarity created
Entertained by Repulsion
Connected to play
ad infinitum
See the Lectures
Random
Fortune
The Flags we fly
Will hang us
Closed is the knot
A hot loop so random
Crow's nest
Chase those joules
While walking the Planck's
Constant
See the Fire
