The world of forms. Not for them.

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The world of forms. Not for them.
What’s the World of Forms?
Dear Friendly Philosopher,
This gets into rather metaphysical territory, but I will attempt to summarize.
The Cybertronian philosopher Platonix claimed that existence is but a reflection of the reality created by G One. In this theological model, the universes Cybertronians observe are like photonic umbras upon the hull of a warehouse, created by these true substances—in other words, every plasma pump, smelting pool, or Optimus Prime was created in the image of some ideal source object. These ultimate forms would reside in the "real universe", a hyperuranic realm close to G One.
It’s an interesting hypothesis, but if every last sentient being and object were a multiversal singularity, I imagine the Realm of the Primes would get rather cramped… and be altogether too tempting a target for Unicron!
Plato: World of Forms
When I was first learning about Plato and his world of forms, I had the initial reaction of "What the fuck are you talking about? Like I know what you're talking about, but what the fuck are you talking about?" It wasn't until today, while learning about Søren Kierkegaard and his belief of authentic Christianity did Plato's theory connect. Kierkegaard had a problem with modern Christianity and how it was not living up to the Bible's standards; stating that Christianity is an internal journey rather than the rules of a church, thus proclaiming himself an authentic Christian. That got me thinking: what really is an authentic Christian? What is an authentic anything? I'd love to see what the proper/true/authentic versions of anything are because almost everything is open to interpretation. Suddenly, I remembered Plato's World of Forms: a separate, nonphysical world that holds all the objectively true Forms of everything on Earth. Everything on Earth is just a flawed, humane depiction of what the World of Forms holds. There are so many different criteria that defines or classifies anything as that thing, but which one is the absolute truth? Are we actually the prisoners locked up in the cave ignorant of a real world?
Is there a true Form of Christianity or is it based on what the individual dictates? Kierkegaard concluded that subjective truth will result in objective truth, echoing the same view of Protagoras and the idea of subjective relativism, the same view that Plato denounced. These contradictions coupled with the rise of existentialism in modern society make it difficult to determine if anything is ever objectively true or whether an objective truth even exists. For now, it's easiest to categorize it all as fact or opinion because even the truth is not so simple. Thanks for reading.
I made a thing and honestly all I can do is apologise
Platos cave short
Dear Vector King, can you yell us anything about the Jhiaxus from Primax 215. 19 Epsilon? Preditron said he was a philosopher king, which is surprising considering most Jhiaxuses.
Dear Starship of State,
It may be less surprising if you consider that a philosopher king need not be merciful or kind.
Jhiaxus had originally been a scientist, a soldier, a diplomat, and explorer. He saw himself as having absolute knowledge of all subjects, thus making him the perfect choice to rule the Second Decepticon Star Empire. And certainly it thrived under his dominance, expanding to conquer and cyberform many worlds, linking them together by a space-bridge network, with his throneworld as the hub.
Here Jhiaxus ruled from an omniglobe, keeping track of all of his conquests, planning new expansions, and developing new technologies—such as the endless generations of Seeker clones he created, regardless of the technology's danger.
Few realized just how far his knowledge reached, for he claimed he had discovered a gateway to the World of Forms, and sought to unlock the gates in a grand alignment, allowing him to reach godhood.
The Wreckers launched one last desperate attempt to stop him from his path, led by Grimlock and the second Megatron, only for Jhiaxus to open the gate—and unleash the Swarm. This horror devoured Jhiaxus, and would have gone on to devour all of creation, were it not for the intervention of Opti- well, I suppose that's another story.
Despite his later obsession with the divine, many Decepticons viewed Jhiaxus' reign as a golden age, one that was destroyed when Galvatron returned. As such, it's not surprising that Preditron may have had a rather biased perspective of the tyrant.
behind my father's bipolar alcoholism lurked the constant spectre of DID and so it's weird watching robocop cause, like... peter weller, miguel ferrer and red from that 70's show each embody three of his faces or personalities, and it shows how great casting is the type of spiritual recognition where you perceive the essence of someone in their relation to a struggle within the broader consciousness.
the film retains an uncanny relevance, in part, for i feel verhoeven was able to stare directly into the fragmented soul of the american man and as he delivers a staged depiction of its cowboys and indians/cops and robbers system-induced self-suicide where every day is a brother vs. brother war, on the streets and in the boardrooms, (but not the gender-integrated lockerroom) hold its dick in his hand and whisper sweetly to it as he laughed along and fed it viagra.
it makes me think of the only good scene in the film version of dr. sleep where grown-up danny torrence (played by ewan mcgregor) talks about only knowing his father's rage
it makes one remember rage is what achilles is remembered for
it fills me with a loneliness i fear will never end and the knowledge in the depths of my being that death will never exist