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 title = 'In Place of an Introduction'
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-Before I speak of anything valuable, there is an itch to twaddle for a bit and satisfy ego. There are some questions which (I know nobody would ever ask them anyway) I would like to answer. This is on one hand. On the other, I am aiming to set some boundaries, draw an imaginary circle in order to put my own self in place, as if saying "this is why I am writing this, this is why I was bothering with this site, why I was selecting proper fonts, designed the layout, and etc. 
+Before I speak of anything valuable, there is an itch to ramble for a bit and satisfy my ego. There are some questions—though I know no one would ever ask them—that I would like to answer. This serves two purposes. On one hand, it sets boundaries, drawing an imaginary circle to ground myself, as if to say, "This is why I am writing, why I bothered with this site, why I selected fonts, designed the layout, and so on."
 
-Of course I do understand, I do understand maybe better than some, that the very ability to speak alone at all doesn't mean that I have something to say. These days everyone exclaims from their corner, everyone argues, everyone asserts and blames, and the words "specialist" and "it is proven" long ago turned into a mockery. Information is available, the speed of thought has decreased so much that in some groups the consciousness of all individual people has recently merged into one, which certainly does not bode well for any of them. It only takes two clicks to download any book. And even if it's hard to read the books, it also takes two clicks to read about any of them instead.
+Of course, I understand—perhaps better than most—that the mere ability to speak does not mean I have something to say. These days, everyone shouts from their corner, argues, asserts, and blames. Words like "specialist" and "it is proven" have long become mockeries. Information is abundant, yet the speed of thought has slowed so much that in some circles, individual consciousness has merged into a collective one—a development that bodes well for no one. It takes only two clicks to download any book, and if reading proves difficult, another two clicks will summon a summary.
 
-Yes, I confess in advance: I got nothing to say! There is no such thought I could call mine, there is no such idea I could in good conscience call new and offer as a revelation and lead the people. Though I would not even desire for such thing. But indeed in anything we start we never do actually think about novelty at all, novelty in general. It is the opposite: when think of our immediate surroundings. If we offer a hand to a friend, surely it's not in order to save every one on the planet. If we share our most pure and sincere experiences, we absolutely not, not even for a second, actually consdering these experiences unique. And nevertheless we share, exactly because our immediately surrounding cannot know about every last thing going on in the world, about all the best ideas, no matter how wonderful, and so on. 
+Yes, I did want to confess in advance that I had nothing to say! There is no thought I can claim as my own, no idea I can in good conscience call new or offer as a revelation to lead others. Nor would I desire such a thing. When we begin anything, we rarely consider novelty at all. Instead, we think of our immediate surroundings. If we offer a hand to a friend, it is not to save the world. If we share our purest, most sincere experiences, we do so without believing them unique. Yet we share anyway, because those around us cannot possibly know everything happening in the world, every brilliant idea, no matter how remarkable.
 
-And he who thinks otherwise can never take the first step, for it is vanity.
+And those who think otherwise will never take the first step, for it is vanity.
 
-As such, I conclude that all my notes and records are what under other circumstances would become "outpouring" (and that happened) to the people closest to me. If I considered it worthy to spend time of these closest to me people on descriptive descriptions of any interesting interest, then I do also considered that I did have something to say. The only important thing here is my own impulse, not objective value which I do not measure and do not even want to measure.
+Thus, I conclude that all my notes and records are what, under other circumstances, would become "outpourings" to those closest to me (and indeed, they have). If I deemed it worthy to spend my loved ones' time describing my interests, then I must have believed I had something to say. The only thing that matters here is my own impulse—not objective value, which I neither measure nor care to measure.
 
-Even if I think that I am a small-minded man, that I haven't lived, that I haven't experienced anything, that I haven't actually seen the people, that I am a "product of our time", even so there is no way to conclude that I am not allowed to write, because it cannot be that I am the only one such person. For if we all are small-minded now, therefore we all can feel something similar, and therefore in all such small-minded people there can be a seething anger about whatever (or about absence of whatever), they can be full of motivation to unite around some common cause, seek like-minded ones, group into something bigger than any of them individually, especially in our broad and loud world. And since that's the case, my creative process can be regarded as an unconscious expression of the will of this very niche, of these very people with these very characteristics, so that my observations and conclusions would echo in their souls and they would become a little better together with me.
+Even if I consider myself small-minded, unseasoned, blind to the world, a "product of our time," there is no basis to conclude I am forbidden to write. After all, I cannot be the only one. If we are all small-minded now, then we must share similar feelings. In such people, there may seethe anger—or a longing for something absent—and a drive to unite around a common cause, to seek like-minded souls, to form something greater than themselves, especially in our loud, sprawling world. If so, my creative process can be seen as an unconscious expression of this niche, these very people, so that my observations might resonate with them and, together, we might grow a little better.
 
-Thus despite the fact here I fuel my ego and put my lethargic opinion in the middle, in the actual notes themselves I will try to focus on observation, on some kind of application, on a "unifying principle", should this even mean anything. Simply speaking, I will try to deliver, why this or that interesting finding from the ancient times may have a value today, and through the prism of an inner, uneducated and in many ways limited observer, myself as the author. By this definition I specifically and deliberately intend to sift out all kinds of "collecting", lists, "this summer I this much", "I listened to this many ones", "here is the list of my purchases", "such is my activity", "this is how I rate it", "7/10 plot, 9/10 characters, the cover art is good!" and other nastiness I used to be involved with. I will try to avoid opinions from myself in the spirit of “it seems to me” and so on, because in itself has no value, and is not interesting.
+Thus, though right now I am fueling my ego here and placing my lethargic opinions at the center, in my actual notes I will strive to focus on observation, application, and a "unifying principle"—whatever that means. Simply put, I will try to explain why an ancient insight might hold value today, filtered through the prism of my own inner, uneducated, and limited perspective as the author. By this definition, I deliberately reject "collecting," lists, "this summer I did X," "I listened to Y," "here are my purchases," "such is my activity," "7/10 plot, 9/10 characters," and other trivialities I once indulged in. I will avoid opinions couched as "it seems to me," for they hold no intrinsic worth and are boring.
 
-I completely reject the presentation of these thoughts in the format of a social network with feedback. Those who really need to write to me either already know where to find me or will find my e-mail somewhere on the main domain. Keeping comments, links to “where to find me” and, God forbid, likes and “upvotes” - all this corrupts and shifts the focus away from the idea. And I still believe I have an idea (and those who know me, also realize that I am a weak person, and especially succumb to such hooks).
+I wholly reject presenting these thoughts in the format of a social network with feedback. Those who need to reach me already know how or will find my email on the main domain. Comments, links to "where to find me," and—heaven forbid—likes and upvotes corrupt and distract from the idea. And I still believe I have an idea (though those who know me also know I am weak and easily ensnared by such hooks).
 
-All now is said!
+Enough said!
 
-I wanted to answer in advance, why this particular picture is in the background, and what it means to me and my whole “idea”. I wanted to, but apparently un-wanted now. I've already typed almost 1000 words, so I'd better leave it for the future as a separate post.
+I meant to explain why this particular image is in the background and what it means to me and my "idea." But I’ve changed my mind. Having typed nearly a thousand words, I’ll save it for a future post.
 
 Thank you.
+
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content/in-place-of-an-introduction.ru.md

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 date = '2025-08-02T20:34:25-04:00'
-title = 'In Place of an Introduction'
+title = 'Вместо предисловия'
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-Before I speak of anything valuable, there is an itch to twaddle for a bit and satisfy ego. There are some questions which (I know nobody would ever ask them anyway) I would like to answer. This is on one hand. On the other, I am aiming to set some boundaries, draw an imaginary circle in order to put my own self in place, as if saying "this is why I am writing this, this is why I was bothering with this site, why I was selecting proper fonts, designed the layout, and etc. 
+Прежде чем сказать что-либо существенное, хочется немного поболтать впустую и потешить своё эго. Есть несколько вопросов (хотя я знаю, что никто их мне не задаст), на которые хочется ответить. С одной стороны, это нужно мне самому. С другой — я хочу обозначить границы, нарисовать воображаемый круг и поставить себя в центр, будто заявляя: «вот зачем я всё это пишу, вот зачем настраивал сайт, подбирал шрифты, мучился с вёрсткой» и так далее.
 
-Of course I do understand, I do understand maybe better than some, that the very ability to speak alone at all doesn't mean that I have something to say. These days everyone exclaims from their corner, everyone argues, everyone asserts and blames, and the words "specialist" and "it is proven" long ago turned into a mockery. Information is available, the speed of thought has decreased so much that in some groups the consciousness of all individual people has recently merged into one, which certainly does not bode well for any of them. It only takes two clicks to download any book. And even if it's hard to read the books, it also takes two clicks to read about any of them instead.
+Конечно, я понимаю — возможно, лучше многих, — что одна лишь способность говорить ещё не значит, что мне есть что сказать. Сегодня каждый кричит со своей колокольни, спорит, заявляет и обвиняет, а слова «специалист» и «доказано» давно превратились в злую шутку (разумеется, я говорю не обо всех специалистах вообще, а о бытовой иронии; надеюсь, читатель увидит за моими словами добрые побуждения и даже любовь к людям). Вся информация доступна, скорость распространения мысли упала настолько, что в некоторых кругах сознание отдельных людей уже слилось в одно — что, конечно, никому не идёт на пользу. Любую книгу можно скачать в два клика. Если книга непонятна — о ней тут же найдётся объяснение, тоже в два клика.
 
-Yes, I confess in advance: I got nothing to say! There is no such thought I could call mine, there is no such idea I could in good conscience call new and offer as a revelation and lead the people. Though I would not even desire for such thing. But indeed in anything we start we never do actually think about novelty at all, novelty in general. It is the opposite: when think of our immediate surroundings. If we offer a hand to a friend, surely it's not in order to save every one on the planet. If we share our most pure and sincere experiences, we absolutely not, not even for a second, actually consdering these experiences unique. And nevertheless we share, exactly because our immediately surrounding cannot know about every last thing going on in the world, about all the best ideas, no matter how wonderful, and so on. 
+И да, сначала я хотел заявить, что мне нечего сказать! Нет мысли, которую я мог бы назвать своей; нет идеи, которую я с чистой совестью назвал бы новой и предложил как откровение, чтобы повести за собой людей. Да и не хотел бы я такого. Но в любом деле мы редко думаем о новизне как таковой. Напротив — мы думаем о ближайшем окружении. Если мы протягиваем руку другу, то не для того, чтобы спасти всё человечество. Если делимся самыми чистыми и искренними переживаниями, то даже на мгновение не считаем их уникальными. И всё же делимся — просто потому, что наши близкие не могут знать обо всём на свете, обо всех лучших идеях, как бы прекрасны они ни были.
 
-And he who thinks otherwise can never take the first step, for it is vanity.
+А тот, кто думает иначе, никогда не сделает первый шаг — ибо тщеславен.
 
-As such, I conclude that all my notes and records are what under other circumstances would become "outpouring" (and that happened) to the people closest to me. If I considered it worthy to spend time of these closest to me people on descriptive descriptions of any interesting interest, then I do also considered that I did have something to say. The only important thing here is my own impulse, not objective value which I do not measure and do not even want to measure.
+Таким образом, все мои записи здесь — это то, что в других обстоятельствах стало бы «излиянием» (а так и бывало) самым близким людям. Если я считал допустимым тратить их время на свои пространные объяснения каждой «интересной интересности», значит, я верил, что мне есть что сказать. Важен лишь внутренний импульс, а не объективная значимость, которую я не измеряю и не желаю измерять.
 
-Even if I think that I am a small-minded man, that I haven't lived, that I haven't experienced anything, that I haven't actually seen the people, that I am a "product of our time", even so there is no way to conclude that I am not allowed to write, because it cannot be that I am the only one such person. For if we all are small-minded now, therefore we all can feel something similar, and therefore in all such small-minded people there can be a seething anger about whatever (or about absence of whatever), they can be full of motivation to unite around some common cause, seek like-minded ones, group into something bigger than any of them individually, especially in our broad and loud world. And since that's the case, my creative process can be regarded as an unconscious expression of the will of this very niche, of these very people with these very characteristics, so that my observations and conclusions would echo in their souls and they would become a little better together with me.
+Даже если я считаю себя мелким человеком, который не жил, ничего не испытал, не видел людей — «продуктом своего времени», — даже так нельзя сказать, что мне запрещено писать. Ведь я не один такой. Если все мы измельчали, значит, все чувствуем нечто похожее; значит, в нас, маленьких людях, может кипеть схожий гнев — на что-то или на отсутствие чего-то — и желание объединиться вокруг общего дела, найти единомышленников, стать частью чего-то большего, особенно в этом громком и огромном мире. А раз так, то мой творческий процесс можно считать бессознательным выражением воли этой самой ниши — таких же, как я, — чтобы мои наблюдения нашли в них отклик и чтобы мы становились лучше вместе.
 
-Thus despite the fact here I fuel my ego and put my lethargic opinion in the middle, in the actual notes themselves I will try to focus on observation, on some kind of application, on a "unifying principle", should this even mean anything. Simply speaking, I will try to deliver, why this or that interesting finding from the ancient times may have a value today, and through the prism of an inner, uneducated and in many ways limited observer, myself as the author. By this definition I specifically and deliberately intend to sift out all kinds of "collecting", lists, "this summer I this much", "I listened to this many ones", "here is the list of my purchases", "such is my activity", "this is how I rate it", "7/10 plot, 9/10 characters, the cover art is good!" and other nastiness I used to be involved with. I will try to avoid opinions from myself in the spirit of “it seems to me” and so on, because in itself has no value, and is not interesting.
+Хотя в этой первой заметке я тешу своё эго и выставляю своё вялое мнение напоказ, в дальнейшем я постараюсь сосредоточиться на наблюдениях, на практическом применении идей, на «принципе объединения» (что бы это ни значило) упомянутой ниши. Проще говоря, я попытаюсь показать, почему та или иная находка из прошлого может быть ценной сегодня — через призму внутреннего мира необразованного и довольно ограниченного наблюдателя, то есть меня. Я намеренно отсекаю всё «собирательство»: списки, чек-листы, «топ-10 книг этого лета», «сегодня я послушал столько-то альбомов», «мои книжные покупки», «квадратики на GitHub», «оценки вроде 7/10 за сюжет» и прочую ерунду, которой ещё недавно увлекался. Постараюсь избегать и пустых мнений в духе «мне кажется» — они не имеют ценности и просто неинтересны.
 
-I completely reject the presentation of these thoughts in the format of a social network with feedback. Those who really need to write to me either already know where to find me or will find my e-mail somewhere on the main domain. Keeping comments, links to “where to find me” and, God forbid, likes and “upvotes” - all this corrupts and shifts the focus away from the idea. And I still believe I have an idea (and those who know me, also realize that I am a weak person, and especially succumb to such hooks).
+Я категорически отвергаю формат социальных сетей с обратной связью. Те, кто захочет со мной связаться, и так знают, как это сделать, или найдут мой email на основном домене. Комментарии, ссылки «где меня найти» и — упаси Боже — лайки с апвотами только развращают и уводят от идеи. А я всё ещё верю, что идея у меня есть. (Те, кто меня знают, в курсе, что я слаб и особенно легко ведусь на такие крючки.)
 
-All now is said!
+Я всё сказал.
 
-I wanted to answer in advance, why this particular picture is in the background, and what it means to me and my whole “idea”. I wanted to, but apparently un-wanted now. I've already typed almost 1000 words, so I'd better leave it for the future as a separate post.
+Заранее хотел ещё объяснить, что это за картина на фоне, что она значит для меня и для "идеи". Хотел, да перехотел. Уже написал около тысячи слов, поэтому оставим то на будущее.
 
-Thank you.
+Спасибо.
+
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