wonderers, wandering

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 "The transubstantiation of feeling .. that's what we're doing here"

 

 

- from Mother Mary 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 .. thus is it with the purported master; 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

they either justify, or fail to justify, themselves ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 .. they might be popular .. but we're precision ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 .. wouldn't it be interesting if that's where we encountered them ..?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. the aliens ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. which is to say, maybe we already have ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. & what are microbes, viruses, fungi & even microfauna if not alien categories; 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

literally xenomorphic dimensions of intelligence ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 survival of the $hitte$t ..?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. the problem with being a reasonable person is you'll encounter a lot of unreasonable people .. think about it; just statistically, it's an inevitability ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. the question, tho, is where is the line between sheer probabilities & evidence of the impending collapse of society, exactly; what would the latter look like "on the ground", as it were ..?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. a topic well worth reflecting on & mulling over from multiple angles is that of those models that foresee a wide-ranging & far-reaching societal collapse in our very lifetimes ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

..  & as the warmer weather seems to get into people's heads & somehow shortens their fuses, the subject seemingly resonates & reverberates & echoes again ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. but then the question is, do we trust suggestions from the depths when mercury is in rx ..? .. put another way, is this a real con cern that's worth reflecting on & worrying about, or just another distraction ..?

.. rest assured that the oligarchs are not taking chances; the billionaires are building bunkers .. & we definitely shouldn't leave the future of humanity to them, for hopefully obvious reasons ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. in any case, one could just as well ask if humanity as such wouldn't be better off in the wake of a widespread & global societal collapse .. for, surely, one could argue that civilization itself has been a history of decline ever since the bronze age .. till then, we'd just been wanderers, wondering ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. & the magician, having put in the Work, has finagled the truth of this world .. naturally, this would significantly boost their chances of surviving basically the end of the world as they'd hitherto known it, at the least; at best, it could even guarantee said survival ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 .. you have to move with the rhythm of the world, 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

but not necessarily to it .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. to remain pertinent ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I find I keep talking to myself.
No matter how hard I try, then, BAM -
What happened? I can't remember anything...
Where am I?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sound familiar? Yeah, might just do that.
Origin stories.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The past is co-present in the now as a surface is on the deep.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The now is not easily decomposed into its forward and retrograde fluxes -
in the experiential realm.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The body remains behind and the personality dissolves, there is no more.(: "ME"), all that's remotely connected to me, gone - but I keep coming back.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A tube of light, at the end: ME (and the world) - all around this orb, darkness, with this thing of "ME" in the center.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I think I like me, so I didn't continue on into the darkness, searching for any other light.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All of "people" was within the orb that was "ME", it was the bundle of all my experience of what people are and do, have been and will be. All the baggage of personality and habit and attitude.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The "ME"-ness seemed to be the only viewpoint available... but, I didn't continue... falling? away through the darkness.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Would I have been pulled back? I think so. Sometimes it's seemed to me there's a great terror that I might fall out of the web of existence - give up having ever been human. Is the terror only mine?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I was lying down, feet to approximate north(east)ish, looking up at a ceiling.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Had my visual field had been in a different sort of alignment with Earthly gravity, what would have happened? Would this seeming death experience have occurred, or something else entirely? The self, myself at least, seems to have a focus in the visual field - I find "ME", myself, mostly somewhere more-or-less in my head.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When we die, if we're lucky, we're lying down asleep in bed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This "ME" was "THE" reality that contained the world as known to "ME". It WILL fall away one day, in this experience of bodily and personality death and then maybe we have no choice but to wander for another light, an open space.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Is this dark telescopic tube with a seeming orb the same as some see near death? Don't go into the light at the end of the tunnel and all that - where else would I go, but into "ME"?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Unlike usual, the optic field seemed to be transforming like a cone closing down into a line, where the world as visual (primarily, but of all sense) was the disk at the end of that truncated cone and "I" was at its apex. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Smoother, but a bit like the old televisions when the electron beam in the cathode ray tube displays was dying down and losing energy with the back reactive flash of a beam of light collapsing to center. Maybe that's what I missed?: the back reactive flash that would occur had I fully withdrawn from "ME" and all that entails.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Then again, it seems I'm not ready to leave this thing called [INSERT NAME] - I have attachments, and one day, when the world is ready for me to be gone, maybe I'll find some other light or all the energy of the world that was "ME" somehow returns through that apex into another life that could perhaps be conscious through transition, but the nature of the being seems to be that we do not want to remember. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Never trust spiritual leader who cannot dance"

 

 

 - from The Next Karate Kid

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 .. you decide your self-worth ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. best to be balanced, yet forgiving ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. don't be the victim of yourself ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. in( )spir(e)@L(L)s ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. just cuz u can doesn't mean you should .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. it's possible to succeed too much ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. so much, u fail in the end ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"With no power comes no responsibility"

 

 

- from Spider-Noir

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 ((@)(@))

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The thing about principles, is they depend on the school, or schools, you were brought up in.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They may have been a man, or a woman, - in the case of Romulus and... whatever happened to Remus? - or maybe called headmaster, etc. But they were there, when your parents were away off somewhere else, along with the teachers. Making sure everything was according to plan. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But what was the plan?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To induct you into the life of a (THE) community.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You were just a kid when (some|that) group of word smiths was able to get you to "crack the code" and open up the literary universe and all the ideas expressible in that culture's glyphic context.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(Now, do glyphs glide off the hand(s) of (wo)men, like glyphs glides off the tongue?)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In some measure it seems so, for the textual deposit of any language has been to great degree by actual writing motions of hands. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The wo(man) is a channel of activities from a realm of analogy into cubic space. And so on to the flat page - starting (ending) at the point of a pencil or pen. A creative tool, a way to leave a mark.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And that's where the real principles reside, and which are conjoined with sensory and material phenomena, which are our shared "facts".

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The principals at schools, and the principles evident in nature, divide our day, which is our little world, into pieces. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The class schedule. Language arts, maths, music. Whatever handicraft you like, the division of labor on onto ... what end of specialization?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. what's truly terrible is subtlety ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. & the really lethal are the gentle ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. con trast is where in sight resides .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"The only true voyage of discovery, the only fountain of Eternal Youth, would be not to visit strange lands but to possess other eyes"

 

 

- Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. some there are who have said that nature comes in spirals .. & surely that's as good a theory as any, & arguably yet better than most ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. among other things, such a perspective would correlate with why ambient energy seems to ebb & flow with the time of day, the season of the year and with certain astrological phases and events ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. if life itself is (but) a rhythm, then they who can con trol that rhythm can con trol their life .. this is a dangerous teaching, & it shouldn't be seen to abrogate all previous ones neither .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. but if such ideas are so accurate & valuable & worth knowing, why aren't they common knowledge..? .. surely, at the very least, they'd serve to spare us from the tyranny of monotony .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. a claim, which by some has been made, is that we're raised in a pathocracy ( .. this being defined as a system of government in which a small pathological minority has taken control of a society of normal people ..) .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. or perhaps it simply serves to spare at least some from the curse of gnowing too much .. & who will say they know which of these is in fact the case ..

.. anyways ..

 
.. maybe the master isn't the one with all the answers, but rather the person who knows (how to know) the answer when they see it (.. & you can always learn something from a master ..) 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. & maybe knowing that is the difference between an era of stagnation & one of discovery & new (inner?) frontiers ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. is the true imagineer the one who sees a new Way of doing things, or the one who builds a whole new world based on that insight ..? .. surely the true master isn't the one who con structs based on a blueprint, for there would be nothing to build to begin with, without that originary vision ..





 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. nah.. the real master is a technician of the inner, esoteric world, performing a Work in its precision & detail tantamount to surgery, with a view to benefiting posterity, which in turn rewards said master by preserving them in its memory .. wrap it up already

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"To understand the living, you got to commune with the dead. One thing; don't commune so long with the dead, you forget the living .." 

 

 

 

- from Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"- For once in your life, be reasonable. 

- I tried that once. And I didn't like it"

- from Pink Cadillac 

.. only reason anyone's ever done anything is cuz they can .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. but if u died doing what you're doing, 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

would you be ok with that ..?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. our take on takes takes the take .. ahem, cake ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"chaos is not eliminated but redistributed. Civilization does not abolish the archaic; it reorganizes it. The ecstatic, the intoxicated, the predatory – these are not eradicated but assigned new domains."

 

- Jason Reza Jorjani, The Shining Apollo

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
"The system is designed to make you feel despair. Like, the disparity is systemic. What I'm trying to say is, none of this is your fault. The people in charge have made it impossible for us .."

- from Beef 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. probability is a delusion..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. play ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THEE, ALIEN:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

WHEREFORE HAVESTH THOU COMMETH, and...
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

W(H)ITHER DO TH[E]Y GO? Immer/Inner?Unverhalt·en·

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Are you alien even unto thine own???? <- BEWARE

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ok, so let's get back to more basic prose regarding how we perceive ourselves in relation to co-occurring living entities of approximately coterminal, in some measure, of formal extent.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

** COMMENTARY: just making up (closer to mathematical) terms for "people" "like you and me"TM **

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So apparently I've fallen into thinking of myself somewhat in terms of the underlying mathematical representations used in Artificial Intelligence [AI]. There are good resources for understanding what the computers are actually doing, I suggest deeplearning.ai's recent "Transformers in Practice" [$0]. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nothing in this suggests any feature of consciousness to me but something more like an empty wraith clothed in words, that can only act in so far as it is able to persuade living human agencies. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

BUT, and this is a big but, humans are machines that operate on words in whatever various representations they may take. So yeah, we're very similar to these machines that we have built in the advance of us trying to understand ourselves. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

Humans have been experimenting on each other since the day of Adam and Eve, the whole Oeuvre you know. That story itself is very personal to every single "human shaped object"TM you see out there - and in these DAZE who knows how many test tube babiesTM are out there.

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Just sayin': kaleidoscope

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I really want to stop writing now, - there's music on in the back ground and a little browser window open with a flow diagram:- 4: Stop or continue?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Adam Kadmon [the idea(l) form of HU/MAN], but maybe I'm wrong.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Always too much to do to do anything. Where does the chain of inheritance end? How can it be anywhere other than at the source or beginning that thought so highly of you to include you in it? 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

Back to sci fi ai concerns: we are each a bucket of content. The approximate structure of our neural networks, for they were extracted from biology and moved to electrosilical simulation operations, are, by fact, exposed to similar stimulus response arrangements. We are all PAVLOV's DOG ((woof woof)). -{{what are you trying to lick}}- and salivate for something. How hyper targetted can you get with an algorithm?


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

back to A[DAM]. sitting in the midst of a titanic flux [always sinking like that boat], we can block and redirect as the stream passes. but you have to notice the stream(sz), which evidently can be non-local and temporally staggered as in the case of money and human economic activity fluxes throughout the week and year and the (AY[E)YE](I)S are the window to the soul. CYCLE, a cyclic training loop just like our autoregressive LLM friends.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Like them we pick from a probability space, or maybe more of an active landscape of shifting /terminal/ events. or just an event. like you go to a concert or something like that. some bearing on your compass.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Spin baby spin

\ | /
- . -

 +-+ 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 .. if anyone builds it, yo sista (can't resist-a) cries ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"It is not enough to know the principles; one needs to know how to manipulate them .."

 

 

 

- from the Dictionnaire de Tréveaux

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"For the Trickster does not merely use tools; he engineers situations. He is not confined to the instrumental relation between means and ends; he operates at the level of conditions of possibility. He is a meta-technician.

From a Deleuzian perspective, this becomes even clearer. The Trickster is a desiring-machine par excellence. He connects flows that were previously disconnected, interrupts circuits, reroutes energies, and produces new assemblages. Prometheus steals fire from the gods, but in doing so he also reconfigures the entire network of relations between gods and men. He deterritorializes divine power and reterritorializes it within the human domain. 

 

 

 

This is not merely an act of theft; it is a reprogramming of the system. In this sense, Prometheus is not just a cultural hero; he is a vector of machinic transformation."

 

 

- Jason Reza Jorjani, The Spectral Machine: On the Nature of Artificial Intelligence

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. where's the red queen ..?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 .. I have this (bad?) habit of getting lost in my own head ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. I've had it / it's been like that since I was a kid ..


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. but then I real eyes-ed that I could make the most of it, take advantage of it, & as it were use it for my benefit ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 .. if i can plug in, I'm the master (of my own magickal universe), & @LL I need to plug in is an energetic terminal like, say, me actually, cuz I'm con nected to everything, see .. & then you're participating in programming re@L(L)ity itself .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 .. & then the question becomes, to what purpose .. nor should the importance of this point be understated; for it literally makes a world of difference .. in such a quest one could do worse than study the great works of the masters .. almost @LL of whom sought freedom above all else ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 .. freedom is priceless .. now, u may think I can give it a value, but whatever value you give it, won't be accurate .. priceless in fact means beyond value; thus there isn't a measure that would suffice to compare it to .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. con sequently, one really ought to be ready to do what's necessary to obtain it .. & no, it's not something dark or horrible .. but actually it might well, indeed is something that isn't socially acclaimed or popular in any sense; vide supra, which is Latin for 'it's right in front of you' ..

 

 

.. now, one might reasonably ask if power isn't worth seeking, perhaps even more so than freedom .. to which we in turn reply in the form of a question, viz. 'what's the difference ..?'

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
.. what if Jung was wrong; energy carnivores (.. who feed on the energy of others, get it, like extraverts ..) & herbivores (.. by the same analogy, introverts who can source energy from the very void ..) would be an interesting con cept to explore ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. power is well worth pursuing, so long as we distinguish between worldly power, arguably the root of all evil, as opposed to sheer raw energetic power, which is the very Way to freedom such that the two might even be hard to tell apart .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 .. worldly power inevitably ends up becoming power over others, & is the very source cause of such virulent ills as ethnic nationalism & the other side of that same co(i?)n, prejudice & discrimination..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. on the other hand, if one were to seek what we might call power as such, a.k.a freedom, that would be a win-win, from which @LL would benefit .. most of all oneself ..

 

.. everything has I's in it .. 

"I realize now though that this perspective is blinded by privilege. Completely clueless. To them, life is .. well, how should I say .. a generous, pleasant and polite lover. I mean, that's what it's like for them. But that is not life's true face. Money and power mask it, but if you take its mask off, its eyes are so cold. They couldn't be any colder. Waiting for your fucking demise, that kind of face. But life will always reveal its true self. That's as true for a billionaire, as for anyone. And when that time comes, what then? Huh?"

 

 

- from Beef 

"-you need to relax
 

 

- I'm more comfortable tense .."

 

 

- from The International

.. in any case, the economists are doomed to get it wrong, because they'll always & forever be looking at it in the wrong way: the economy is just saying it needs more of a con tribution from each con tributor to function; that's all inflation is .. so maybe don't be so selfish ..
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 .. anyone can talk .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. but some are running the mother ducking op ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  ** Disclaimer **

 



 

  

Reading the published Works of LL could result in sudden & arguably abrupt insights into the esoteric nature of reality. Proceed with extreme caution. You have been warned. Okay? Still here!? Good!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

HUM(AN)IM(AL)(IEN): apocalypse watch / con(k)niving (cheatos wept)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 .. the master has cleared their desk ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. nothing in the past nor the future traps their attention ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. thus are they sheer presence ..

.. & no(ugh)t else ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I don't know what a philosophical soul could want to be more than a good dancer. For such as these, dance is the ideal; their fine art. In the end, it's the only kind of spirituality they know; their very divine service .. "

- Friedrich Nietzsche, The Joyful Science

.. all of time is a pivotal moment, but who’s on top ..?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ideas are (hyper) real and condition the real. Life is an, possibly the, active idea, which evidently gives rise to individuals such as ourselves filled with the curated content of all that has been our own life ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. wanted to say something about how my own experience of the alien (other) phenomena has led me to think shit’s even crazier than the furthest out wak job currently in public broadcasting ..

 

 

 

“It's just scary to dream small. Nobody teaches us how to do that”   

 

 

 

- from How to Make a Killing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 .. shades ( .. thus named because it's only in the shadows that the extent of the effects of the light can most clearly be seen .. ) had to con cede that he was partial to subtlety, @LL else being equal ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. precision is underrated .. the big flourishes, the grand(iloquent) gestures, they're sure to get the attention & the acclaim, but subtlety .. now there's a Master's game .. 

.. in fact it's quite possibly the case that we can chalk this up to the quirks of con sciousness itself .. 

.. con sciousness seems "designed" to pick out the exception to the rule; the mistake on the assembly line, if u will .. the 'alien", hiding in plain sight, among the plebs ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 .. that's why some have claimed that what's most memorable about a great Work of art, especially with the passage of time, are precisely its imperfections .. but that's not exactly true, is it; not as such .. not exactly in the Way they've said it .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. in any case, & naturally, the magician is well aware of this tendency of awareness to focus on flaws; indeed, they use it to their own benefit & advantage ..

.. we can think of our experience of our own life as moving along different 'tracks' or trajectories .. the magician simply uses their heightened ability to distinguish subtle distinctions to @tune, to dial into different tracks depending on their own preferenc(s) ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 .. to live in such a manner might perhaps seem like going thru life knowing @LL the answers, but inevitably, it presents its own chaLLenges ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. in fact, the real challenge in this circumstance is to maintain a 'beginner mind', to keep it fresh rather than merely sleepwalking along the trends of one's own life .. 

.. & that's a full-time job in itself, is the simply stated fact ..

.. the roaring 40s ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I seem to be stuck in the present moment of time, but nothing is ever the same ..
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. no thing is ever the same - flat boundless expanse of time spread out before me, arrayed in projective simplicity on towards the vanishing point at the never coming end, where I finally pass into light and exit this realm of darkness, smoke brooding on the waters as one set of heavens lays war on another, raining metal from the sky, while man circles the outer limits of the moon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Who actually wants disclosure? What facts do you want to shake your daily routine, life, and habits where it strikes fundamentally at what it means to be a human circa 2026? What brave new world do you want to see be built? Which one destroyed?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here are some rules, in the sense of measures, to become aware of the alien presence:
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

1. What is "THE ALIEN"? - the alien is that which is other than the self, which we will leave undefined as self-evident in our sense of daily experience. It is an axiom: I AM THAT I AM.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2. THE ALIEN usually refers to the living other. The living of which may be variously considered depending on context, domain and range. For our purposes, a standard assumption of physical biological reality is appropriate. As a related example, distance on the tree of life, in standard biological time, is a measure of distance and degree of "OTHER".

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

3. The range of variation in apparently HUMAN models is immense, forgetting any time binding cultural productions. It is a good field for cultivating the feeling of the ALIEN and recognizing the vast difference amongst beings that are in some measure the same. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

However, at the same time you strip from your mind those points of commonality you find with JOHN DOE, and he becomes alien and unknown to you, a strange beast of unknown constitution and aim, you may begin to recognize that YOU have become an ALIEN: I AM THAT I AM AND I AM NOT THAT (sort of being)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This can lead to SUBSPECIES treated as SUBHUMAN, or NOT HUMAN, or approaching ANIMAL <- this is a logic of racism, it just depends where you cut the lines. Most assuredly you'd consider yourself to be in the HUMAN bucket, but that's just the thing, what are you for the ALIEN presences? How much do you feel to be OTHER than that which lives and moves around you? Is the environment hostile or nurturing? 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The measure of the HUMAN against the ANIMAL, the value of HUMAN LIFE in balance of death with the ANIMAL, in at least the sense of nutriment, has been applied in equal measure of [one kind of] HUMAN against another, as brutally evident in the annals of history. In US law there are ILLEGAL ALIENS: generally thought of as pertaining to HUMANS.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This humanity is bound into one primarily in terms as a being experiencing reality somehow embedded in a particular biology, the form is recognizably the same to the eyes. The personal self as well as the ALIEN self is somehow tied up in those bodies. Remember, I AM THAT I AM: whatever that happens to mean for you - the likelihood in my local time-space being that you are either a human or a bot.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

4. Uncertainty must be cultivated and it can be uncomfortable to a point of feeling or being dangerous. If you are going to intentionally approach some unknown HUM(AN)IM(AL)(IEN), KNOWING it to be in fact a set of UNKNOWNS, what would your internal state be like? Like a shy bird or bear, angry dog or buzzing hornet? 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Being in the vicinity of these ANIMALS (?) will cause very visceral reactions in, well, at least MY HUMAN (?) body. The physicality of approach must be considered if you want to come into contact with a similarly intelligenced but otherly sourced being, just as with the bear. It is an entire event. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pay attention to your senses, and admit your ignorance, dropping as much as possible preconceived notions, which is not so much a logical activity in thought but a feeling of approaching an unknown being.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. to be con tinued ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. a hunter & a bricoleur; 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

a forager .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. be that, & it'll be ok ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. be that, & no other shall say nay,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. be that, & then con fidently say,

.. you're on .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. so let's play the fuckin' game ..