After a long period of basic research and development, ASKR RESEARCH has finally been established.
What
About Name
The name Askr originates from my personal self-name. The founding of this institution mirrors the very reason I christened myself Askr Omorsablin—a name steeped in shamanic meaning.
Omorsablin—a transliteration whose linguistic roots I have since forgotten—roughly signifies "one coveted by the Grim Reaper."
This is no mere literary flourish; it is my immediate physical reality. It is a terminal condition that might claim my life within forty-eight hours, or perhaps, with a touch of irony, allow me a full lifetime.
I am, perhaps, one of the few who, possessing full intellect and a mature mind, has consciously experienced the ordeal of growing from infancy once more. This is no metaphor. My Second Life began with the crude necessity of:
- Relearning to speak
- Governing a rebellious body
- Writing
- Walking
In my "First Life," I believed myself superior, standing above all laws. While this arrogance was rooted in my biological state, it could not mask my utter folly—the folly of forgetting the flawed state of the infant while pretending to be a "perfected adult."
It was the death of the "Self" that unveiled the terminal flaws that had always been present, merely veiled: Death, Existential Solitude, Freedom, and Meaninglessness.
Humans are all deeply flawed creatures. The distinction lies not in who possesses fewer defects, but in who strives to be slightly less wretched, and who attempts to mend those voids. Just as I have sought to substitute a biological lack of empathy with a compassion forged in the fire of shared experience, we struggle not to be "better" than others, but to be less broken than we were. Conversely, an abundance of natural empathy is no license to neglect the cultivation of true understanding.
The Growth: Askr
Askr, the seed of Yggdrasil from Norse mythology. I took this name as a reminder: there are no adults.
I am but a seed, an infant, striving to be less wretched and to bear more self-responsibility. Though I am keenly aware that one cannot shoulder the entire burden alone, and that flaws are indelible, I strive nonetheless to lessen their shadow.
The Questioning: Ask'r
Life and the universe have posed to me a succession of knotty questions, continuous and dense. I sought wisdom from books and the mouths of philosopher-scientists, yet I gained nothing save the ability to "speak their words in my mouth."
Until I discovered the truth in Mathematics:
Staring at existing answers yields nothing.
Mathematics is a universe unto itself. Pose it a question, offer a conjecture, and it will inevitably yield an answer. It demands you excavate that answer yourself, following the rigorous map of logic. I suspect this holds true for all things:
- Self-confusion stems from never posing the right questions to oneself;
- Scientific doubt arises from the poverty of conjectures;
- Social misunderstanding comes from challenging society with concepts that are fundamentally undefined.
Thus, I became an Ask'r—a Questioner.
Start for what
Life consists of but two things:
- To save time and energy with extreme efficiency.
- To squander that saved time and energy on the enjoyment of Beauty.
I once wasted too much time on things I presumed to be "beautiful." It is not too late to realize that Beauty is no static thing.
If I must define what Beauty is, the only definition is:
The act of Discovery and Exploration itself.
Love, then, is Beauty of the highest density, for it is the endless exploration and discovery of another independent universe.
I have strived to spend all my time in pure Discovery and Exploration, rather than in the trivialities of management, execution, or mere survival. Now that the mathematical construction of the theory to achieve this goal is complete, we have the chance to bring this future into reality: a world where everyone is liberated from all unnecessary concrete execution, to focus solely on discovery and exploration.
This is the vision of ASKR RESEARCH.
This is the mission I have dedicated myself to.
This is the prerequisite to stand serenely within the state of Geworfenheit (Being-thrown).