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Friday, January 21, 2005
Solitude for Data Consumption and Processing Reading Salvador Dali's Diary of A Genius, "I have never denied my fertile and elastic imagination the most rigorous means of investigation."
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
EMP detonation wipes out false propped ego Upon being found and recognized:
Sunday, January 09, 2005
Data digest I.K.U. Zephoria: my new data crush GTD Analog Caodaism Autistic Vampires? I need a playmate for this so badly. Esoteric Science Resource Center Human Doormat Hentai Dictionary SF Fetish Ball 2005 Someone wants tickle Meditation changes the brain's electrical pattern Everyone else has had more sex than me. (Warning: Music starts immediately) Molecular Biology of Paradise Original Sushi Pillow Subliminal Silence What not to do in asia Face-a-lyzer Only Binary Prodigy A locket! Licks your screen clean! EGG FETISH. Aorta Teapot Leaf Coasters = Pure Class.
Sunday, January 02, 2005
Tsunami Two Thousand Five I felt the Universe contract today. Maybe it was my uterus, so influenced by the moon Maybe it was my heart, straining against its bondage Maybe it is a disturbance in the ethers Whatever it is the frequency I inhabit is whipping its tail The wild oscillation of the wave mimicing the tsunami. . . Multiplicity, global decompartmentalization Melt it all down and simmer and stir Till every false extrusion is smoothed out To that blanket of consciousness Of which everything is comprised Fibers woven in the tapestry The oscillations ebbing and flowing Blinking spinning jewels across the web of Indra I feel the radiating light The pulsation of all cellular automata No, I am totally sober, awake and aware This is no trip This is the wave of the tsunami Crashing onto my shore It is all energy, all consciousness Hope is a construct, a false faith That somehow if we close our eyes To that part of the collective unconscious That suffers the perception of finitude And the idea that the Universe is human-centric, The universal eschaton will never wake us from this dream. This is not to say I don’t believe in God I just think the creatures of the sea; the oceans And all creation that is part of life Are all equally important We just think we’re the only ones who matter Do the ants cry tragedy when their anthills are smashed? Are we the only species to cry outrage We are the only ones to shake our collective fists At the sky, trying to make sense of it all While forests are being deforested; The endangered species do not count themselves down. We project our sadness onto lonely dogs We cry for the trees; we project our struggle for survival Onto the whales and the dodos and the bald eagles To assuage the guilt that our lifestyles of convenient consciousness Is responsible for the End of Things. Do our tears affect anything? Does any of the struggle against ourselves or each other Make it any better for more than a moment, for anyone? The tsunami is a wave of destruction manifesting in all our lives Another reason for the world to cry together, Humanity! Another reason for us to cry, Namaste! Another reason for us to appreciate what we have in every moment The infinity and ephemera of every breath Where we have the conscious magic of sentience Of holding the past, the present and the future In our minds simultaneously Are we the only species to look back in regret To lament things turned out this way As if we believed somehow we really had control As if a noble sacrifice of a sidestep from the normally selfish thought pattern Could really “save” anyone else from the random natural selection we call mortality? Oh, how I want to believe that the construct of my beliefs Might somehow matter to the great wheel of nature. I don’t feel hopeless at all, no. Because I live to fulfill my function Which is to give thanks and love and be a conduit of energy To surrender the perception that I am driving the bus To yield to the whole instead of re/acting apart From the symbiosis of all things The Order and the Chaos The Ourobouros, Pelastration The Wave of Life Consuming Life Do I lack sentiment? Is this a defense mechanism, of intellectualization, To help me give meaning or rationale or structure To make it hurt less? It doesn’t hurt any less. It’s just not about me or how I feel about it. I am not any different than the bird, the rock, the tree, the wave When I allow this false-propped ego to dissolve That’s when I cry, for the beauty of being one with the power and the powerlessness the joy and the sadness the maelstrom of life / tsunami. Tat tvam asi. -------------------------------- Programmed for maximum sentience, Dopamine Junkie
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Saturday, January 01, 2005
2001 - 2005: Evolution of Dopamine Junkie
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