Christoph Grasser

Christoph Grasser | Substack Keep your integrity in a world built to trade it. A place for the sane, the sarcastic, and the quietly observant.

I've decided to abandon ship.
If you miss me, join my Substack:

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Isn't it fabulous?

I'm out. 🫳🏻🎤

We’ve hyped weird tech visionaries long enough.

Time the big stage went to the little man - and woman, and everyone in between and beyond.

Isn't it glorious?

I believe we no longer need innovation.
We should discard the concept for about 50 years, then revisit it carefully.

A resume proves what you’ve done; humility proves what you’ve learned.

Systems will deliver the output they’re attuned for.

Everything we build - tools, spaces, relationships - is a design serving a purpose.

The danger isn’t in the design itself, but in forgetting what it was designed for.

We better make sure that purpose is worth serving.

The real “network effect” isn’t software, it’s kindness. One act multiplies.

Instead of chasing personal brands, maybe we should cultivate personal integrity: less about how we’re seen, more about how we show up when unseen.

proud boys never looked different in the first place

Has anybody heard of the Inverse Exorcism?

That’s when the devil takes the priest out of the child.

Instead of Minimum Viable Products, we should define a Minimum Viable Person: a baseline of empathy, solidarity, and the humility to put ego aside.

I'm gonna start a punk band named "Muffled Butt Slaps" - debut album "Fat Slip".

a gentleman is someone who can play the acoustic guitar but doesn't.

I’ll build an AI whose job is to turn off all AI features everywhere. Fight 🔥 with 🔥.

Anyone wanna fund this? 💵

"The same way we got up, we’re bound to get down."

Rise fast. Fall fast.

What’s been around will stay around.


But can those truths coexist?

Starting a fresh @bsky.app account is like grabbing the mic at an empty venue:

“Uh, is this thing on? 🎤”

But without the feedback.

Christoph Grasser | Substack Radical Middle Path. No saints. No dogma. Just messy truths between extremes. Sharp philosophy. Satirical literature. Best subscribed with a wink. 🙂‍↔️

Hello! :D
Dead Serious, Half Joking.

Philosophy, Satire, Literature.

Would love it if someone checked it out & gave me feedback. Will do the same. 👆🏻👉🏻

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The world needs healing. Accept this gaze. Inner calm now, external collapse later.

Looking for NFPs - Non Fungible People.

The ones that think hard & laugh easy.

The ones with their own perspective.

Can you help me find them?

“And a metaphor with pills.”

Problem? Powder.
Swallow. Digest. Solved.
Problem?

Pretty nice day for the world having raptured. ☀

should maybe do that more often. 🏝️🍹

The only prophecy I’m comfortable with is the Second Coming of Chris.

plot twist sounds like my last relationship.

Tylenol bathrooms is a great activity. Makes the business of your business a lot more modern.

The same way we got up, we’re bound to get down.

Rise fast. Fall fast.
What’s been around will stay around.

But can those truths coexist?

Neuroplasticity. Nothing changes, except circumstance.

We’re born with the same minds as those thousands of years ago.

What sets us apart isn’t biology but the ideas we tune into, the possibilities we allow, the Zeitgeist we move through.

So the question is: what’s shaping you right now?

“Which problem was it we solved, now? Doesn’t matter, it’s gone.”

Sales and marketing thrive on keeping us slightly insufficient.
Inventing gaps in our lives, our worth, our self-perception.
Then offering the fix.

Who is this actually good for?

NOTHING. the shape of absence.

Just entered into an essay duel. 🤺
Rules:

⚔️ 1 essay each
⚔️ 150 words max
⚔️ Topic chosen by my opponent

I’ve made my opening attack.
Now it’s his move.

Want to follow the fight?
Link below.👇🏻

“Just quite slightly off of adequate. And in search of a fix.”

That’s the sweet spot where self-help thrives:

Never broken enough to give up.
Never whole enough to let it go.

Almost by design.
Sounds a little like a cult, doesn’t it?