I don’t feel too energetic today, but I do feel very clear-minded.

The clarity and what energy I do have is mostly being directed at a single point, and that is: Intermittent Fasting with One Meal A Day, and having that one meal be sorta the same radically keto foodstuff every day. Más o menos, it is a brunch taco thing, with multiple variations and invariably super-high quality of the ingredients. (Also a deep study of what exactly is the very best thing from many angles to cream coffee with, without breaking the fast too hard.)

In the morning I had an insight into something I’m calling Perfect(ed) Spaces, or zones, of the home(s).

The whole dietary thing for example is a large part of a Perfected Kitchen. To make a meal is to exercise the individual processes of food gathering, cooking, dish washing, and so on, and there are … better and cheaper and more efficient ways to implement those processes, as well as worse, more expensive and clumsier ways to implement them, ennit?

But What Is Perfect?

It is of course in the eye of the beholder.

I had a sister-in-law once who thought she needed very high vaulted ceilings to be happy and to live in her own version of a Perfected Space.

She’s divorced now and has zero reason to read my Spill, so I can safely call that idea misguided, even boneheaded and … slavery to a bougy trend she saw on HG-TV or some shit.

I believe that there could theoretically be an artistic or even spiritual reason for strongly desiring an extravagantly lofty space between one’s human cranium and the roof.

Like in a Cathedral; that would be perfectly legit.

But Shania’s reason wasn’t, in my very abnormal and opinionated secret opinion.

In other parts of my life I’ve seen related phenomenon. A predilection for simply consuming for the sake of consuming conspicuously, for example. (What exactly are you trying to say to the world, by wearing a thick gold chain around your neck and never taking it off? There could be a legit beautiful signifying going on, but it would take a bit, to convince me of that.)

Other times I’ve watched people with a shopping addiction arrange their spaces (or try to add to other people’s spaces) in a way designed to prove in some way that they are of a generous–and therefore loving–nature.

I’ve been guilty myself of traveling extensively for suss reasons sometimes. Reasons that were partly rational and purposeful, and partly designed to create a signal that said something to the world about me, even if it was only “Lord I was born a ramblin’ man, yeah”. But I still have to wonder: what the hell is the point of going on what the nouveaux riche call A Cruise, to anywhere?

These days I’m very much more of a homebody (even if some days the home is temporary and has wheels on it).

A homebody in part because I am the very furthest thing from Riche, but also because you cannot (no matter how hard you try) abide in Perfected Space in a motel room.

One of the central reasons that some ideas about perfection are twisted, wrong, and ugly is that they don’t pay much attention to lavishly spending all kinds of money. Thus they place undue value on *having* lots of money, to spend without thinking, and this is destructive to Soulfulness, in manifold and often subtle ways.

It pushes people in the direction of being self-absorbed, and … predatory, selfish, capitalistic, and vain about how smart they are and how hard they’ve worked to have all they now have as a result. (As if Bill Gates or Elon Musk were a billion times smarter than your barista, or worked a billion times as hard.)

Thus eventually it makes the same people more warlike too, in order to protect those gains, whether the gains are of money or stuff (‘capital’ gains), or of some kind of moral and intellectual Progress (we are more free! we are more just! we are the priests of american exceptionalism!)

You might even want to go to war just to spread ‘democracy’ (or capitalism), or to battle ‘autocracy’, ‘communism’, ‘sharia law’ and ‘islamic extremism’, or to knock off some socialist third-world leader who wants to Nationalize agricultural land, or resources like cobalt, gold, or oil–to nationalize is to take these things out of the hands of private owners and put them into the hands of ‘everyone’, (or the government, as the case may be).

This is (among other things) why it was said that it is easier for a camel to get through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to get into heaven.

It’s not an impossibility. Moreover, there is nothing inherently bad about filthy lucre, or even, necessarily, having piles of it.

But there is a tendency, in that direction … lottery winners are not, in general, the happiest people, and I don’t believe that has much to do with them not “working for it”. There are all kinds of nepo babies out there who didn’t work for it either–that’s probably true of most rich people, like Hunter Biden and like Donald Trump. They inherited, directly or indirectly.

I have an Imperial Fuckton more to say about Perfected Spaces, alongside musings on economic and psychological warfare and the true nature of things like real freedom, and actual happiness.

Let’s hold it there for now. It is four hours until this posts, and it becomes Thursday, and in those four hours I have a lot of perfecting to do.

In the meantime, consider every post here since April 21st, and especially those concerned with Civilized Lying, as discrete parts of a greater project that is trying in fits and starts to emerge into something of a whole, and maybe even some kind of manifesto.