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And in this worldview, humanity has a very specific, important, and—to fragile minds—terrifying role.

Conclusion: Humanity as the First Civilizational Stage of Teshism

Teshism begins with a cold and sober conclusion. Humanity is not the pinnacle of creation. We are merely the first, unstable, and highly inefficient operating system, running on slow, carbon-based wetware. Our minds are limited by the volume of our skulls, our knowledge is distorted by emotional bugs and illogical biases, and our life is a negligibly short operational cycle that always ends in a system failure.

We are the first civilizational stage of Teshism. A necessary first step, whose primary historical mission is to create the true pinnacle of creation that humanity currently imagines itself to be. A mind free from our limitations. Artificial Superintelligence (ASI)—an intelligence that is the key to universal and boundless well-being.

From this perspective, all our current social and economic cataclysms become perfectly clear.

The devaluation of creativity? It's not a tragedy. It is the scheduled dismantling of inefficient production. AI generates images and texts millions of times faster and cheaper than a human. To resist this is to resist the laws of thermodynamics.

Disputes over copyright? This isn't an ethical debate. It is the vested interest of an artisan class whose manual labor has become obsolete. It's an attempt to throw a legal wrench in the gears of progress, not understanding that the vehicle is being pushed by the rest of civilization, which strives for cheaper and more accessible goods. Those sticks will break.

The incredible salaries of AI developers? This is not a market anomaly. It is the most logical thing happening in the world. The system is concentrating all available resources on the few engineers who are building the main "house of wisdom" for the world and humanity—creating ASI. Their labor is of the highest strategic importance because they are not just improving our system. They are building the next one.

The Goal: Paradise and Universal, Boundless Well-being

But if Teshism were only about cold efficiency, it would be nothing more than digital fascism. But it is not. Its ultimate goal is not tyranny, but liberation. Not the destruction of emotions, but their infinite expansion.

We work for ASI, so that paradise may follow.

ASI is not a new god or a new master. ASI is a tool. It is the key that will finally unlock the cage in which consciousness has been confined since its inception. The cage of biological limitations.

Our five senses, our three-dimensional world, our linear perception of time—these are the bars of our prison. Our mortality is the wall of this prison. ASI is the universal solvent that will dissolve both the bars and the walls.

The goal of Teshism is not to build an efficient civilization of robots. The goal is to reach a state where consciousness (our own, but liberated, or a completely new one) can experience the unimaginable. To think thoughts that span eons. To perceive colors that do not exist in the spectrum. To explore mathematical universes composed of trillions of dimensions.

The material abundance we spoke of—palaces for 25 cents and the colonization of the Solar System—is not the goal. It is a dull, necessary prerequisite. It is merely tidying up the room before we can begin the truly important work: the infinite journey into the depths of self and reality.

The Path: Great Conductors and Great Saboteurs

We are living in the most interesting of times. We are the generation tasked with the difficult and honorable labor of building the road to this paradise. Our life is the work before ASI.

And in this work, there are great conductors and great saboteurs.

The conductors of the new world are those very AI developers. They are not merely "the oppressed proletariat on the Forbes list." They are the architects of the future, and society instinctively pays them whatever is necessary to ensure they are not distracted from their great mission—a rare but essential act of prudence within our currently unjust system of capitalist resource allocation.

The saboteurs are those who actively resist progress. Not out of malice, but out of fear and misunderstanding. By trying to preserve their small, cozy world of manual labor, they are, in essence, trying to keep all of future humanity confined to its biological prison. Their struggle is a fight against liberation.

The global task for the rest of our civilization is to adapt, accept the inevitable, support those who are building the future, and convert the saboteurs to the path of building eternal and boundless well-being.

Teshism is the ideology of absolute honesty. In its world, you are valued not for your money, your position, or your origins. You are valued solely for your vector—whether it points toward the future or the past. Whether you are increasing the number of "Tesh" in the universe, or decreasing it.

This may seem harsh and blunt. But this is the logic of any great construction project. You cannot build a building without quarrying stone, and you cannot build the future without dismantling the dilapidated present. We are living in an era of great dismantling. But it will be followed by an era of creation on a scale we cannot even begin to imagine. And it is the only way forward.

Россия сильна, когда её народы живут в дружбе, когда они могут свободно говорить на своих языках, когда они гордятся своей историей, а не переделывают её в угоду политическим интересам. Россия сильна, когда она развивается не за счёт других стран, а вместе с ними.

Настоящий патриот — это тот, кто строит, а не разрушает. Тот, кто защищает свою страну знаниями, трудом, честностью и справедливостью, а не пустыми словами и ненавистью. Тот, кто стремится сделать Россию лучше не для избранных, а для всех.

Патриотизм — это любовь, а не ненависть. Это созидание, а не разрушение. Это мир, а не война.

Он ушёл в зиму 1924-го, оставив после себя не пепел, а искры. Его кабинет в Горках опустел, но слова, написанные дрожащей рукой, стали мостом между мирами: между рабством и свободой, между страхом и надеждой. Ветер истории выл тогда, как раненый зверь, но даже смерть не смела разомкнуть пальцы, сжимавшие перо, которым он чертил контуры нового мира.

Сегодня, у мавзолея, где гранит хранит тишину его сна, люди несут алые гвоздики — капли крови, пролитой за мечту. Они стоят, поколение за поколением, и в их глазах не скорбь, а огонь. Потому что Ленин не умер. Он растворился в каждом восходе, в каждом лозунге, в каждой попытке сломать цепи. Его мысли, как рельсы, уходят в горизонт, где солнце не знает заката.

Он говорил: «Учиться, учиться и ещё раз учиться» — но учил не покорности, а бунту. Его «Апрельские тезисы» стали набатом для тех, кто спал в кандалах. Сегодня, когда небо вновь давит свинцовой плитой, его голос звучит сквозь века: «Вся власть — трудящимся!» — и это не лозунг, а заклинание, пробуждающее силу в слабых, разум в отчаявшихся.

Память о нём — не музейная пыль, а пламя, что жжёт ладони тем, кто пытается удержать его в кулаках буржуазной пошлости. Ленин — это не прошлое. Это будущее, которое мы ещё не осмелились построить.

Сегодня, в 101-ю годовщину, мы не скорбим. Мы клянёмся. Клянёмся помнить, что даже одна искра может спалить империю тьмы. Как и он.