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Hyper Execution: A Quantum Theory of the Self
I created a quantum theory, followed by a paradox.
I called it Hyper Execution (or Hyper Realization).
It started as a power concept for my RPG, but quickly became something deeper.
Hyper Execution is the moment when an element is "retrieved" from all timelines across the multiverse and unified into a single essential existence.
It is the fusion of all beginnings, all middles, all ends — the existential fullness of a thing.
Let me give you a simple example: hyper-executed fire.
This fire is the fusion of all forms of ignition, all fuels, all extinguishing methods.
It is not just the fire that burns, that warms, or that destroys.
It simply… fires. It fire-ifies. It needs its own verb.
This is the fire that:
• Bakes a pizza
• Grills meat
• Melts metal
• Sterilizes wounds
• Brands the skin
• Warms a cold night
• Lights a candle
• Purifies a soul
• Burns in Hell
• Dances with a phoenix
It’s the fire of Prometheus, the fire of rebirth, the fire of thunder, the fire of a lighter.
You don’t need to explain it — you just know: that’s fire.
True, pure, unmistakable.
Now imagine applying that logic to a person.
What would a hyper-executed person be?
It would be the sum of all possible versions of that person — the ones who lived, died, loved, hated, succeeded, failed.
All coexisting in one. No variation. No divergence.
They have reached a state of multiversal invariance.
They are so essentially themselves, so true to their own being, that in every universe they behave the same.
Free will doesn't vanish — it just becomes irrelevant.
No matter what they choose, it would always be them.
Someone once asked me: “If they have all weaknesses, wouldn’t they be weak to everything?”
I answered with Murphy’s Law: Anything that can happen, will happen.
But the hyper-executed being isn't weak to everything.
They are weak to everything they are weak to. And only that.
Simple, right?
They are the totality of their vulnerabilities — but also of their strength, memory, trauma, talent, and truth.
At some point I asked myself:
What if we apply this to a universe?
Here’s where the paradox hits.
The multiverse theory suggests every decision splits reality.
But what about a universe with no decisions? No branches. A constant point. A fixed, paradoxical existence.
That might be the hyper-executed universe.
The fusion of all causes and effects, all rules, all chaos, coexisting.
No more divergence — because everything is.
A universe that universes.
All choices and all consequences — including their absence.
Is Hyper Execution the beginning or the end?
My answer is: yes. Both. All. Always.
A grotesque and perfect tangle of truths, where every thread is every story ever told — and ever lived.
Why does this matter?
Because if all stories are connected,
then maybe, just maybe, there exists the perfect story.
The Alpha Universe. The only one that’s right.
No complaints. No regrets.
And on a personal level?
Maybe we should all strive for that state.
To be our most hyper-executed selves.
Sincere. Unshakeable.
Unmistakably us.
I long for that.
Don’t you?
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The Poet's Rhapsody
Once upon a time
I used to write a lot
My pencil was as sharp
As the spear of Lancelot
The words that flow freely
But now they will not
The emotion in every line
But my essence has rot
My days of glory've been defeated
And not even fought
Every detail I take
Someone else has brought
It's a nonsense
It shouldn't have stopped
But since it stopped
I feel no more hot,
No more heat, passion or love
No more warmth, care or sweet
No more eletricity
No more thunder charging me anymore
No more intensity by any side
Like nowhen before
It just makes me feel I'm dead inside
And this I can't ignore
Since she left
There's nothing to explore, nothing to look for
I'm here living from lefts
It was left to me sleep on floor
The leftovers now,
Can't be all that rests
An old and empty convenience store
The magic inside
Can't be a kind of zests
Even when hidden
There is no proof to test
I'm here no more
Everything is a quest
I lost all my xp
There's nothing to contest
A guide
Or guest
No home, no nest
I get no roar
This all among my past
I'm living in a fantasy
No matter how I could look.
There is no more door for me
They all have a lock
The key, I can't see
The dark has made me broke
Every single falsity
Is all I have took
You and me never existing
It's what I've learned
Your love makes me feel
As I could have earned
As all I ever wanted
But now you leave me.
As all I have wished
As return is guaranteed
I request, really
Everything burst
Everything break
Everything burn
For end, I just think
That now it's your turn
Your answer if there is one,
Doesn't matter.
Your loyalty like everything
Is now in quite a shatter
I've never been better
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THIS MADE ME GIGGLE SO HARD I HAD TO DRAW IT RAGGZGDGG
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alright so we know who's pitching and who's catching
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Distração consciente
Me machuca todo dia de um jeito diferente
Não sei se a mente aceita
Ou se o coração não sente
A gente suspeita
Mas caio nesse sorriso contente
Me diga: "aproveita"
Mas eu não estou ciente!
Meu coração anseia
Tira o foco da minha mente
Minha visão passei
Mesmo com essa lente divergente.
Meus olhos se recusam a ver o que está bem aqui bem na minha cara! Minha frente
Sua beleza me cega
Pega! Tira da minha frente
Minha dopamina nega
Do seu lado está crescente
Mas quando se afasta..
O carrinho anda pra frente
Nesse loop infinito,
O masoquismo que se sente.
Estou com um sorriso
Mas me sinto indecente
A raiva sempre passa
Me machuca de repente
A gente escreve, amassa
E recomeça lá na frente..
A mensagem passa
Mas a história não anda pra frente!
Tudo isso eu digo
Mas ... infelizmente
Não faço sentido
Tudo se esvai da minha mente
Me sinto tão perdido, iludido
Sem caminho na minha frente
Falei tantas palavras mas me diga se você entende!
Não quero fazer as pazes
Esse jogo é diferente
Copas, reis e ases
Sempre passam na minha frente
Me sinto o coringa
E você como se sente?
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Devaneio
Eu me perdi em pensamentos
Eram horas des que pensei
Mas não conseguir lembrar me incomoda
É, cansei
Minha mente não se acomoda
Uma tempestade de tormentas
Bate de hora em hora
Bom, não devia reclamar
Na verdade até gosto
Da pra cansar de algo bom?
Minha tempestade de ideias me move
Quase nunca escuto o som
O fluxo louco desenvolvi
Como se tivesse um dom
Me perder em pensamentos
Perder uma ideia que já li
Me incomoda os momentos
Não falar o que devia vir
Devaga em pensamentos
Era gostoso, ter o que dizer
Dizer tudo a você
Mas não lembro como lembrar
Só lembrei de esquecer
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Dying for someone can be a great proof of Love, but Living for someone can not ever be underestimated
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