Our minds expand as new data enters. Screened but still entering, vivid images of violence nest and grow. Deeper exposure to extreme depictions, or genuine experience, change us.
We think in terms of seeing full circle; the awareness of all that we can see. Put that on a cosmic level and we can see to infinity in an infinite number of directions. A few degrees, taken to infinity and we would miss entire constellations, to points beyond our vision. Endless tangents, as far as our vision will take us.
Picture a housing development that uses the main street of a small town as its addressing, like, I live at the post office, Bill lives in the bail bondsman, Susie the barber. Would we all take on our residence? Would the guy who lives in the sheriff’s officer lead the neighborhood? I relayed messages? I wonder…
Musings on the abandoned desert, vanished liberalism.
It’s best to be listening to the noted piece while reading to feel the pacing.
Algorithms look for commonalities, “trending” or you-might-like-this, sending us in the same direction, same views.
I feel that I’ve reached a landmark with the script: V9.4. Feels complete, in some ways. Filling in, fixing, expanding, but the piece seems complete.
“the hypothesis that evolutionary development is marked by isolated episodes of rapid speciation between long periods of little or no change.”
What we need is some punctuation, break this nauseating, endless spewing of bad news and change things. Look at the major changes in history: war and revolution, although you could safely say they’re the same.
Abundance surrounds us.
No one is more or less than another.
Everyone is safe and fed.
All needs are met.
It’s a daily psychic rape, unrelenting torrent of horrific news. Today: 200,000 Salvadorans to be deported; oil drilling boom offshore of US; and then the other shit hits: the Great Barrier Reef is dying; GOP congressman says god has forgiven him for impregnating women and forcing them to have abortions. It’s binging but not a binging I’m enjoying. But this is big shit. Lots changing, 50 years after 1968.
Combining a pub with a church fulfills two needs. “Father, forgive me for I am about to sin.”
How long will I last? How long will the phone I’m writing this last? Controlling the shelf-life on things or changing the focus to that which you do control, like diamonds.
What impact would a time traveler have? As he changes time, Home changes it back, but not creating new worlds, rather opening new doors. Like I know there are billions of lives coexisting on Earth but I don’t know each person. Even the most traveled could only touch so many lives. That’s what we do: travel. We surf time.
Sometimes I feel like I’m falling, like Luke Skywalker in Empire Strikes Back only I have both my hands and Princess Leia is not waiting to save me.
Gone with the last server, digitized snapshots vanish in a blink or a poof.
Following a journey of thought is like freeing wool into yarn, focusing on resources.