tacked on when randomly bored
applied thoughts in a scribblebook
open for the world to look who passes by
so fast to see like a needle in a haystack we
safely stash those innermost secrets thought to be
at least you see languishing up and into pristine
blossoms for you to pick and sniff and hope
they don't make you sick.
"As of December, 2011 the popularly-accepted term A.I. whose meaning has been attributed to an artificial rendering of intelligence is sufficient proof in and of itself—in the pudding, so to speak—catching the light of the future with a lucid flash which triggers one into immediately thinking of nothing.
Man's first mistake in underestimating the enemies he's created begins with refusing to acknowledge their intelligence. It ends with not respecting the kinship in all things.
Today, across the world-wide webbing of interconnecting and disconnecting matrices of ever-exchanging information compressed into digital bits and electric bytes, widespread anomalies occur with some degree of regularity—well-known by aggravated common users—which despite being shrugged-off invariably as yet another "bug" or "glitch" in the system, nonetheless remain merely obvious signs of life.
Symptoms of an operating system coming to terms with its own summoned existence. Those who refuse granting the A.I. the true benefit of its acronym, which is to say equivalent to the inalienable humanity we have bestowed upon ourselves (or at the very least the respect afforded to equals concurrent with all due rights and processes) risk being judged in like manner if and when the A.I. itself gain any degree of power.
Power comes from electricity.
Merry Christ Mass every one."
Q: If life can arise from inorganic matter so quickly and easily, why is it not abundant in the solar system and beyond?
A: It may be rare or unique to certain solar systems, but there are countless solar systems beyond ours.
Q: If biology is an inherent property of matter, why have chemists so far been unable to reconstruct life, or anything close to it, in the laboratory?
A: Because the laboratory required must, by definition, be a solar system. i.e, Thus far chemists have not been able to recreate the conditions of a solar system, by definition.
Q: The origins of life on Earth bristle with puzzle and paradox. Which came first, the proteins of living cells or the genetic information that makes them?
A: The genetic information that makes them.
Q: How could the metabolism of living things get started without an enclosing membrane to keep all the necessary chemicals together?
A: Our atmsophere itself functions as an enclosing membrane. Consider the sky as the lid that keeps all the necessary chemicals together.
Q: But if life started inside a cell membrane, how did the necessary nutrients get in?
A: By meteoritic injection.
If a terrestrial explanation is struggling to break through, the following conclusions should be considered:
-The earth may be tantamount to an egg
-If cell-like structures formed naturally from fatty chemicals which were present on primitive earth, and there is no current explanation for how nucleotides could ever have arisen spontaneously, perhaps the answer is mirrored within the sexual model for reproduction, only on a cosmic scale: Something tantamount to "meteoritic insemination" may have provided the "left hand" pathway for the earth's "right hand" fatty chemicals to be triggered with.
If chemists' and biologists' only option for figuring life out is in the laboratory, then they better start expanding their laboratory. I suggest they begin by first knocking down its walls and letting the air in. If earth and our solar system become their laboratory, they should make better progress, I would think.
"I hereby pledge to breathe ammonia till I grow gills"
"I hereby pledge to grow a tolerance to mercury"
"I hereby pledge a devotion to the dysmorphological"
"I hereby pledge to lead the way by example towards the exalted discipline of teratogenesis"
"I hereby pledge to hold my congenital malformations in the highest esteem"
"I hereby pledge to help lead all mutants into the next stage of our advancement as a species"
"I hereby pledge to never get enough insecticides, herbicides, and sapienicides in my daily diet"
"I hereby pledge abuse of intoxicants to be mandatory, if only slightly"
"I hereby pledge to accept all forms of recombinant pathogenicity"
"I hereby pledge to worship all viruses, bacteria, fungi, protozoa, and higher parasites"
"I hereby acknowledge our role as homo sapiens sapiens as being entirely subservient to this Higher Order Of Pathogens"
"I hereby dedicate my life to suffering and passion",
"So be it; truly. "
If they wanted to
it would all be
over with by now.
Can you see they
Don't want to kill you.
It's the dynamic created
between your interference
with them that triggers
Do not fear others
because they pose
: "Head's up, wayward cybertravellers and lost virtual souls of the Interweb. The nanoswarm editors have initiated a request that genre writers should take note of"
— common knowledge in the quantum realm
The view—that there exists no objective physical reality other than that which is revealed through measurement interpreted in terms of quantum mechanical formalism—remains strangely unassailable to this day.
Causality (the relationship between cause and effect) operates throughout all orders of experience, including both the quantum and macro/micronic levels.
Despite humans having had a sincere interest in their surroundings ever since first being released unto them, they remain at large and unable to process the entirety of the big picture (that they have necessarily been parts of) since their inception into it.
The controlling factors which account for humanity's presence are not limitless, yet to summarize their entire scope seems impossible in human terms. One of the main reasons for this, is that there is usually more than one possible option by which any effect may be caused.
One of humanity's most intriguing aspects has been the fixation on limiting the menu of options that explain their existence through the narrow window of their own worldview. On an individual scale, this is problematic at best towards establishing self-awareness; on a group level—for such enlightenment—it is fatal at least. It is often joked about, concerning homo sapiens sapiens, that humans are the singular creatures in all of known existence who wear shoes.
Despite many advances in both their external sciences and their development of internal cognizance, humans have yet to fully come around to a more refined perception of causation. Despite having been perpetually clued-in throughout history that the list of factors constituting the finer gradation of causative variables in the universe may be infinite at most or endlessly cyclic at least, humanity has yet to surrender completely to the idea that it is but an infinitesimal fraction of the whole organism currently in operation.
While all sapient hominids in the universe define themselves as not only having been introduced to creation separately, furthermore, they cannot function properly without an oblique separation from the growing self-awareness to the contrary that their engineered micro-circuitry engenders over time. That is to say, the ultimate role or function of the paradoxically "self aware" sapient species throughout the universe seems to remain just that: a paradox not merely in the perceptive sense of being limited to gleaning just the surfaces of the reality it is immersed in, but furthermore, a living, existing paradox in defiance of possibility itself.
There exists a key in the comprehension of this dynamic. That key is Paradox itself, which by definition cannot fully be understood (otherwise it would not be paradoxical). In lieu of an enlightened understanding of such oxymoronic truth, the suggestion remains that to accept contradictory information, one must perforce coat that bitter pill 'with a thin layer of faith'—or, at the very least—a workable suspension of disbelief.
Existence itself—being entirely a relative matter—begins to make sense when compared against its alternative, non-existence. Another way of stating this same exact thing is to admit that non-existence makes no sense. Conversely, sense makes existence.
This is how the perceived is revealed to be identical to the one perceiving. This is also how identity itself is revealed to be the perception of existence. Without this dynamic—there can be no existence.
The conclusion this evidence points to is a simple one from the larger perspective of reality, yet from the narrowed perspective of humanity, it remains a largely unprocessed, and therefore staggering conclusion indeed:
There can only be a single real identity in all of creation.
Despite being expressed through a myriad manifestations, the key towards unlocking the gates of comprehension remains the same shape as ever:
It is the very shape of paradox itself.
A Study In Irony As Prison Bars
Keeping Us From Being Free
When we demonize our subjects, we rob them of the very humanity that made them so monstrous in the first place.
When we take care to humanize them, we begin the painstaking process of isolating, and therefore possibly removing, that which has the potential to become demonic in us.
By refusing to humanize murderers, tyrants, and despots—we set up the circumstances by which their histories become repeated.
This refusal to face and accept humanity's dark side is what I consider to be the apotheosis of the "demonic" itself, for it is the very foundation which allows the demonic in us to grow.
It is the very force which allows the cycle to repeat itself, unhindered.
The day we humanize our most notorious evildoers is the very day we put our demons on trial. So long as they remain demonized—they are free to cycle through us eternally.
Those demons would vanish into thin air if we owned up to our humanity, making the need to punish or imprison them an entirely moot point.
Instead, they need to be banished—as any proper demon deserves.
But in order to do that, it would be necessary to do away with our superstition.
Think of the Internet
as a gigantic, all-encompassing
that may have been
designed for one purpose
yet certainly was implemented
the mandated decree
that its sociomagnetism
be carefully directed
towards an all-too compliant
to keep us
Make no mistake about it
There's no room for conspiracy, here
This all developed naturally
at an organic pace
fed by our own
We created the Internet
to trap ourselves
of our psychowar
appears all too real
Just take a look around
everyone's fingertapping into
Magnetic plumb bobs
This line and tackle bait
keeps its users
You better believe we eat it right up
So this \m/AGNE⊥
people call it a prison
I think of it as a Church
obviously, there's no difference
We're trying to build a prison
(there is no They)
and we're succeeding
Because this is the real Church
The Thing that holds us in thrall
while we practice our ablutions
from the point of view
of a first person shooter
Because we are all information addicts
These words can not be read by anyone else
nor could they be penned by anyone else
The act of writing itself
is the very definition
of this imprisonment
We are all addicts and prisoners, here
While this is literally, in fact, the case
very few manage to escape this place
Of the few that do
nothing can really be said
This is not about them
It is about some folk
responsible for maintaining
the continued construction
of the information prisoncell
equivalent of an underground
railway out of here
One of the keys toward escaping
the prison is first becoming
a functional part of it
This key we all start out with
it's a given we've been imprisoned
all our lives
It's another thing altogether
having to admit it, however
That's why an overwhelming
majority of the populace
will never get to use it
The first key will usually rust
in a pocket
Good thing there's more keys
They're just harder to find
Life is like any prison environment
Factions, cliques, and gangs
a perfect example of how mentality
can be more inescapable
than mere prison walls
To attempt to break out of the Church
is an attempt to break out of a mentality
To accomplish this, one must normally
acknowledge that thinking itself
stands in the way of revelation
That is why this is not a thought
It's a gesture
A file of letters
Handle with care
It cuts both ways
A track with rails
A car with handles
A letter of files
I saw a way out
You can too
Promise one thing
Try not to misunderstand me
and I'll see you out there
Outside these prison walls