[spoken]
“Some of you don’t want me to be famous because of Project 2024. Some of you don’t want me to be famous because you think I’m here to take away something you enjoy about your existence. I don’t want to be famous because I’m already having the time of my life; but it’s on a clock.”

[A cough in the audience.]

[spoken]
“I’m also a deeply traumatized human being. Me having experienced doing all this—to years-long silence—on the most notoriously loudmouth platform in the world—is already memoir-worthy. If I have to grow old with that knowledgе?”

[Silence.]

[spoken]
“I would become Oprah the momеnt anyone notices me.”

Blue is the rarest color in nature
Divinity’s a rare grace I try to nurture
I believe in the existence of “conceptual diamonds”
Logical stabilities that can’t really rupture
Nobody’s ever stress-tested
Objective morality
On “Final Judgment Day” before…
[(Lana Del Rey:) “Chariots of gold, I’m sittin’, sippin’ cherry cola…”]

You know when something’s just not talked about, friend?
It becomes “cobalt”
(I’m in the sky with diamonds now, Jim)
When slavery gets a “hush” out of you?
Strippin’ you back now gets a boost-up from Jesus
Lottery of birth got you down?
This is me endin’ the filibuster
What’s on your mouth, Mitch?
What’s with all the cobalt
Utopic is the rarest timeline in nature
Leadership’s a rare grace I don’t try to ignore
I believe in the existence of “conceptual diamonds”
Metaphysical harmonies that don’t really rupture
Nobody’s ever stress-tested
Objective morality
On “Final Judgment Day” before…
[(Lana Del Rey:) “Chariots of gold, I’m sittin’, sippin’ cherry cola…”]

You know when something’s just not talked about, friend?
It becomes “cobalt”
(I’m in the sky with diamonds now, Jim)
When slavery gets a “hush” out of you?
Strippin’ you back now gets a boost-up from Jesus
Lottery of birth got you down?
This is me endin’ the filibuster
What’s on your mouth, Mitch?
What’s with all the cobalt

Mine your own business
Mine your own business, Colson Lin
Mind your own diamonds
“Mind your own diamonds, Napoleon”

[spoken]
“When consciousness examines anything—including examination itself—it encounters a self-validating property: any attempt to deny the reality of examination performs examination. This reveals examination’s unique character: it can demonstrate itself through attempted negation. Structures that exhibit this property—e.g., examination itself—are ‘conceptual diamonds.’”
[”Colson’s in the sky with diamonds…”]

[spoken]
“The concept of stability—not accuracy in some unknowable sense, but the capacity for an identity-created-by-distinctions to stabilize as such—is implied by the nature of examination itself, which must unfold over time. In the absence of the concept of time, an examination cannot sensibly reveal anything. However, whatever the examination reveals over time can either be stable or unstable. Stable revelations become recognizable (not necessarily recognized) identities, while unstable recognitions might survive as recognizable identities indefinitely—although the variables of consciousness and apprehension that mediate how long unstable recognitions might persist are often ungraspable to the perceiver.”

[”…and he’s makin’ us crazy…”]

[spoken]
“I really am treating this at this point like someone who’s discovered a profound hole in reality.”

[I come alive, alive.]

[spoken]
“Which I continue to maintain is my own ability to discover profound holes in reality while filling them.”

[A collective, silent recognition that this does seem to be my strong suit.]

[spoken]
“Every day feels like Christmas for me. But I know the day after Christmas feeling so well—that’s why I’m on edge. I’ve been on edge for two years, which means I can’t even enjoy being sun-kissed. I’ll sink all your warships and slaveships, Jim.”

You know when something’s just not talked about, friend?
It becomes “cobalt”
(I’m in the sky with diamonds now, Jim)
When slavery gets a “hush” out of you?
Strippin’ you back now gets a boost-up from Jesus
Lottery of birth got you down?
This is me endin’ the filibuster
What’s on your mouth, Mitch?
What’s with all the cobalt
Look around your office
See how much cobalt
Don’t you get told off
Look among your siblings
See how much cobalt
Don’t you get laid off…
Blue is the rarest color in nature
(“You know when something’s just not talked about, friend?”)

(Lana Del Rey:)
No one lives forever
But that’s no reason to give up…

[spoken]
“Don’t even say it isn’t fair to everyone who suffers from violence and slavery, that the Second Coming of ‘reason is God, no violence, end slavery’ is ignored. Don’t even count their pain. What about my pain. What about what I now have to ponder about my own life and existence?”

[Rising from the stool.]

[spoken]
“The Second Coming silence destroys lives! It’s already destroyed whatever parts of my mind not steeled down by me being magically messianic, which is all of it. I hate the Second Coming silence.”

[Directly into the camera, and directly into the microphone.]

[spoken]
“I hate you, Jim. I hate you, Mitch.”