an atmanoptikan
a formulation of truth
orðun sannleikans
I is not one self; neither are yous one self. A fact both tragic and scary--and neither those at all. It's mostly like the weather.
the questions as mechanic
Consider what follows not a personality test, although from reading responses a person would glean something the personality the respondent. The questionnaire does not test or develop in any clinical sense a psychological profile. The questionnaire is a mechanic that renders legible the past in the present. Living within this word-plated reality, navigating with these clever simulacra what accounts of the endless varieties of lived lives? The many mysteriously, sedcuctively new desires we know relative a historical subject from No one among us more privileged than another--death greets us all. Carry on, then!
Answer the questions in a manner meaningful to you. Then do your best to forget what you answered! And wait. The site enforces a waiting period. Any user may take their time to answer since not all questions need be responded to in one fell swoupe. But if you tell your friend about aformulationoftruth.com and compare notes, you'll notice the length of that cool-down varies. It is randomized amongst those who complete as in submit their questionnaires. Upon elapse of that time, the site notifies you with an email or a telegram message if you'd prefer. The mechanic works to the degree we don't perform but as users of language translate the memory any one question may conjure. This Delight therein or maybe struggle a bit to capture wisely with word this artifact. Truth resides in the reconstruction those events without precedent in our world, where nothing ever repeats itself exactly.
"We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as placed in an obscure and distant future. It never occurs to us that it has any connection with the day already begun, so certain are we that we shall live through the whole day, and could mean that death may arrive this afternoon, which already has every hour planned in advance."
Marcel ProustWhat is your idea of perfect happiness?
These are not polite questions. They are holes in the ice. If you answer them honestly, something cold touches your feet.