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{% block title %}About{% endblock %}

{% block navigation %}
    <a href="/" class="text" style="border: none">Thoughts</a>
    <span class="text">About</span>{% if authenticated %}
    <a href="/post" class="text" style="border: none">Post</a>
{% endif %}
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{% block main %}
    <h2>Welcome!</h2>

    <p class="text">
        I'm probably Matthias. No promises though.
        These are my thoughts. Pure, mostly unfiltered, thoughts.
        I do filter anything intrusive thoughts that would be offensive or NSFW.
        Generally, with the exception of censored profanity and complex ideas, this site should be safe for your child to read.
        Or at least as safe as it is for you to read.
    </p>

    <p class="text">
        Welcome to a website, welcome to my website. Or someone's website, at least.
        Websites are strange like that, you can never really tell who they belong to. Maybe this website belongs to you,
        for the amount of time that you're here and you have it. Maybe it belongs to to no one, or all of us.
    </p>

    <p class="text">
        This is a micro-blog, a little like Twitter, a little like <a href="https://micro.blog">Micro.blog</a>,
        a little better than either, at least in my opinion. This website is my own creation. It follows my own rules.
    </p>

    <p class="text">
        I am a very small amount of everyone. Infinitesimally small pieces of me belong to everyone,
        and I suppose that includes you, so I owe you at least something.
    </p>

    <p class="text">
        This is a breeding ground for ideas. I do guarantee that all of the thoughts here are genuine&mdash;that is,
        I actually had them.
        However, I make no guarantees regarding their quality.
        Many of the thoughts here were had, posted, and then immediately discarded as clearly worthless.
        This is not disclaimed, I trust that you too can discern which of these thoughts are core values of my life
        and which are the merest passing fancy.
    </p>

    <p class="text">
        This is a website.
    </p>

    <p class="text">
        Here I work on answering the question. Everything posted here is an attempt to capture the liquid of life.
        Some moments are rocks, forcing you to hold on to them, weighing you down. Others are liquid, slipping out of your
        hands despite your best attempts to hold on to them. I suspect we are all frantically searching for a way to hold on
        to the things that are rapidly slipping away from our grasp.
    </p>

    <p class="text">
        This is a blog. In much the sense that <a href="https://tumblr.com">Tumblr</a> is a blogging platform,
        so too is this website.
    </p>

    <p class="text">
        If you realize that you're dying, they only thing to do is turn back toward your childhood.
        Oh so many people don't realize, or realize too late. I saw a man getting a transfusion of blood.
        Though it was necessary to keep him alive, the pain of having it injected into him incapacitated him.
    </p>

    <p class="text">
        This is WhisperMaPhone. It's a tool I created to share my thoughts. It is currently closed source,
        as it is still in active development. However, if you're interested in setting up a page similar to this,
        let me know.
    </p>

    <p class="text quote">
        "Our brains
        are dulled by the incurable mania of wanting to make the
        unknown known, classifiable. The desire for analysis wins out
        over the sentiments."
    </p>

    <p class="text">
        This is the void. There's no way for you to contact me on here.
        There are no guarantees when you're shouting into the void. But the void doesn't normally shout back.
        No one ever said the void wasn't listening. You're listening. This is my void.
    </p>

    <p class="text">
        The portion of this website which is hidden from prying eyes is written in Python, with Django.
        Although it is visible to a couple of eyes on account of their not prying. Everyone looks but only
        few find. Still, you cannot find if you do not look, although whether you are more or less prepared
        to understand what you find is a different point entirely.
    </p>

    <p class="text quote">
        "In this day and age logical
        methods are applicable only to solving problems of secondary
        interest"
    </p>

    <p class="text">
        It has recently come to my attention that there is some confusion regarding the purpose of this website,
        or even, what it is. This page should answer both of those questions.
    </p>

    <p class="text">
        I can only pray you understand what I give you, but likely you will not. They never did understand the gifts they
        were given.
    </p>

    <p class="text">
        This is a surrender and a revel. This is an experiment.
        This is a rejection of social media and an embrace of it.
    </p>

    <p class="text quote">
        "When one ceases to feel, I
        am of the opinion one should keep quiet."<br>
        "I do not take
        particular note of the empty moments of my life"<br>
        "The first sentence will come spontaneously,
        so compelling is the truth"
    </p>

    <p class="text">
        This is a circus inside a clown factory. This is a bomb.
    </p>

    <em class="text">
        All thoughts are provided with a timestamp in the timezone of the poster, to ensure proper contextualization.
        Contextualization is of utmost importance.
    </em>

    <p class="text" style="padding-left: calc(100% - 200px)">
        This is different. This is the same.
    </p>

    <p class="text">
        I'm Matthias. (most of the time)
    </p>

    <p class="text">
        This is a Russian bot attempting to manipulate the election process.
        Posts here represent a subset of the result of training a GPT-3 text generation algorithm on my brain.
    </p>

    <p>
        This is a result of not even knowing what alcohol tastes like.
        This is fire from the past. This is my first most prized possession.
        This is <span style="text-decoration: line-through">Researcher Talloran</span>.
    </p>

    <em class="text">
        All thoughts are provided completely free of context.
    </em>

    <p class="text">
        Gödel has disproved logic. The imperfections of the human mind are inescapable. There are perhaps
        corners of that 2D plane of logic that remain unexplored, but by logic alone that plane will never be fully
        explored, so those corners do not interest us. No, let us think in 3D.
    </p>

    <p class="text">
        This is an ebenezer to the Lord and the things He has done for me.
    </p>

    <p>Hey there, it's Nate.</p>

    <p class="text">
        This is a story about a boy.<br>
        People don't like things that are different.<br>
        The world is confusing.<br>
        This is a cult.
    <p>

    <p class="text">
        This is an explanation. This page answers any questions you may have about this website.
    </p>

    <p class="text">
        Welcome to my website! This is a micro-blogging platform for me to share my thoughts.
        This website breaks normal blogging and micro-blogging paradigms. I have 140 character limit on the first line,
        for real quick thoughts, and then a Show More button, and then unlimited characters in a second field.
        I'll sometimes use hundreds of characters, writing mini-essays on topics that catch my interest.
        This would be very impractical to do on Twitter. Although this websites solves another gripe with Twitter,
        the concept of "liking" Tweets. I don't ask for your feedback here. This frees me to post what I'm inspired to,
        and allows you to experience what I post without worrying about if you should "like" it.
    </p>

    <p class="text">
        This is how I learned to stop worrying. This is a flea in which our two bloods mingled be.
    </p>

    <p class="text">
        All thoughts posted here are those of my employer.
    </p>

    <p class="text">
        This is the end and a new beginning. I've stopped using Discord, Twitter, Instagram, and other social media
        since creating this website.
    </p>

    <p class="text">
        This is not a test. This is considered harmful. This is mostly harmless.
        Fear the daemons you have created at <a href="https://jokeefunny.com">JOKEEFUNNY.COM</a>.
    </p>

    <p class="text">
        This is art. This is poetry.
    </p>

    <p class="text">
        This is a revolution of the proletariat. We will not sit quietly.<br>
        This is sitting loudly. This website is inaction. It exists only to let me complain.
    </p>

    <p>
        I find it helps to imagine all of my posts here as the murmurings of someone talking in their sleep.
    </p>

    <p class="text">
        This is the end. Good night.
    </p>

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