Judgement day is the flesh made word. Sit back, relax, and watch your life get hacked to pieces
Pi is infinite and non-repeating.
But is Pi in that circle and in that circle?
Nothing is more marginalized than the Country Music Awards.
Not buying it?
Did you hear that Clint’s new album is called The Suede Orpheus? It’s about a CMA that lasts 1,000 years. It takes him seven hundred years to figure out that he has been trapped in a bizarre time loop.
How does he figure it?
As he goes out to perform his new song, he gets a small shock from the stage and understands that he has been singing the same song over and over and over, and the audience keeps applauding as if it is the first time they have ever heard it. It’s beyond deja vu, it’s something more real then deja vu, if that’s possible. Enantiodromia. This word enters his brain and he carries it out to his seat in the crowd. Enantiodromia. He just keeps repeating it over and over and over again, as if he stops this mantra it will be lost forever. As he is obsessing over this word, the best new artist is announced. He's seen it before, thousands of times. It's the blond, she always. But this winner is bald. This is impossible. As she approaches the stage, he sees the video projection of her name and hit single and for about ten seconds, everything around him seems to stop. And just when everything should start moving again, it doesn’t. Twenty, thirty seconds, a full minute. Nothing is changing. He leaves his seat, and, do you know that moment in The Truman Show when he has figured everything out? He walks to the door and he says his goodbyes? Well, this guy goes to the side door to leave and it’s locked. And just as the horror of the whole thing starts to overwhelm him, he hears his name being called from the stage.
Outdated Words : Internet Gaga
All we here is
Radio reached it’s full potential the minute it was born.
No other medium can claim that.
TV needed decades to reach it’s potential.
Television is an Auto-Tuned reality; The OA fails because it pretends that it does not rely on this Auto-Tuning. They gave Kanye shit but he understood that Auto-Tune distorts the human instrument in the way that media distorts the human instrument (sense ratios).
Math: That’s what they call it here. The word is stabilizing, but it also imprisons.
Magic: This is the application of “math”.
Glengarry Glenross: The Ox House Humpers
ABC’s, always be closing. Time was money, now, money is information. So time is information. and Information is Time. The Internet is a Time Machine.
This is all that life in the BIP is. A series of sales pitches, exchanges of meaning, a desperate attempt to own your own private Chapelizod. A High-Definition of reality; this is what the Man in the High Castle has figured out.
“Culture” is for closers. Some people just like to talk. Talk is not cheap, they do not close. They do not open. They loop an endless loop. They do no deserve Culture.
No respect for relativity at all. That’s the worst kind of asshole.
“Those pussies in the south, they get one inch of snow and they think the world is ending”
This is what is being debated right now.
The rigidity of language, the inability to flex with relativity.
One Garfield of pleasure.
A soliton.
A never ending, always present soliton of pleasure. A second. Seconds. Some more please.
But that’s all you get. Firsts. Your first taste is all you taste.
Once a day, every day, for the rest of your days.
This is one slice from the bottomless pan of lasagna
An absurd contract with serotonin.
As the tower is built, the pressure of the top creates the Diamond at the bottom.
“Real Life” is born; The Blues, Art, Pollock
Old vs Young
Rich vs Poor
1% vs 99%
A shaman: cures “disease” through a similar action
“However good our best film composers may be, they are not a Beethoven, a Mozart or a Brahms. Why use music which is less good when there is such a multitude of great orchestral music available from the past and from our own time?
When you are editing a film, it's very helpful to be able to try out different pieces of music to see how they work with the scene...Well, with a little more care and thought, these temporary tracks can become the final score.”
Stanley Kubrick
The thing it is most “NOT”
Meditation: Hyperdimensional Kegel Exercises
Enantiodromia: it becomes the thing that it isn’t
Anamnesis: The remembrance that this is what it is.
Concrescence: two teeth fuse together at the roots
painful PINK LIGHT
Birth of a New Child
Family; you got one?
What you call family I call diseases
TV: late night horror schlock
Daytime: soap opera
Video game: spotlight, pellet Pac Man gets another 15 minutes of fame
The Magic of haughty laughing; a restrictive structure, like a haiku, but then a miracle of grace, it is cinderella’s slipper.
No true christian, nope
No true greek would eat gyros with a fork and "sauce on the side"
Vince Taylor was The Naz
Combination of Gene Vincent + Robert Taylor
Ziggy Stardust
Iggy Warhol Reed + LSD Casualty
Alien Agenda/Messiah
Born in the Milky Way: What happens when you see the system?
Full hyperdimensional perspective
Removed from the Local completely
To observe from afar with the knowledge of within
The Matrix is recognized from a cosmic scale
A library within a library
Are you in IT? Those technically superior wizards of history and politics may scan the chessboard to determine the finite directions the pieces must go, but they only have one foot in the muck, the shit, the tactile field of blood and emotion embedded in the hyper-localized dimension known as humanity. What makes this humanity so fascinating is that they forget that there are no rules! The overlords may scowl at the unforeseen improvisations but the scowl quickly loses its power.
It is happening, it is really happening.
Pollock is Pollock
What rough beast is Pollock?
For he is exalted and known, and reflects back things which may never have been shone
Finnegans Wake is a miracle for even existing, its place on the pedestal has rightfully been owned.
I wish servers had tasers.
You mean like whalers and waitresses?
Yeah.
Why would you say that?
There are two jobs every human being should have at some point in their life in this place. Server and police officer. Nothing else provides the correct insight into the body politic of Cthulu.
The Irrational gives rise to the Rational
The Nomad Hater Body gives way to the Domestic Water Body
Palm Tree Garden: Won the War
Black Iron Prison: Lost the War
Post War empathy:
Senior Moment or Mandela Effect: both are the result of too much info. PKD’s light switch.
LeClair’s Tensor was the Baptist, the Transformer wants to be the Christ, but falls short: One is Everything, One is the Path to Everything.
First Amendment: Free Speech
The power to involve oneself in the narrative, the Existential Qualifier as the Path to Everything
America is an omelet that needs to be flipped. Trump is the decision to make scrambled eggs.
Unconscious Escape Hatch: Get me off this Island!
Every one is unconsciously attracted to people who represent a fast ticket out of the prison.
Original Sin is simply the bad luck of being born into slavery. Thoughtful, actually.
How do you think a seven year old would draw this scene?
Mudra: meta programming the human body: eight hand positions for eight states of being. Practiced and meditated upon over twenty years will signal the body meta-physically that it is aware of an unbalance and it should try to slow down.
The Box: looks inside, looks like Twin Peaks, everything, including the Cat is alive. But it is sterile. Because it is not dead. The observer paints the organism in absolutes. It might as well be dead. Consider the coffin; the body does not look real. It is dead, but it is not alive.
8 bit Zelda worked so well because of the emergent graphics and game design, there simply was nothing as complex to fall into when it came out. There was a deep desire to uncover everything it had to offer, the final levels contained the most complex, the most graphically intense data the game had to offer. There was almost a feeling that your world would change if you were able to unlock its secrets. I am not sure that video games deliver this anymore.
One would have to design constraints. One would have to control the flow of data to insure that the sublime emotions and emotional payoff would still exist for the young gamer.
Now, the games are so complex, so graphically real that the goal of the gamer is to bring the control of complexity into simplicity. Zelda led gamers away from chess, could Gears of War lead to chess?
Online Poker: How did I screw that up? Alcohol, intense desire for impossible levels of success. Guilt. Inability to believe that it was really real.
...I
submit to you that such alterations, the creation or selection of such
so-called 'alternate presents' is continually taking place. The very
fact that we can conceptually deal with this notion - that is, entertain
it as an idea - is a first step in discerning such processes
themselves. But I doubt if we will ever be able in any real fashion to
demonstrate, to scientifically prove, that such lateral change processes
do occur. Probably all we would have to go on would be vestiges of
memory, fleeting impressions, dreams, nebulous intuitions that somehow
things had been different in some way - and not long ago, but NOW. We
might reflexively reach for a light switch in the bathroom only to
discover that it was - always had been - in another place entirely. We
might reach for the air vent in our car where there was no air vent - a
reflex left over from a previous present, still active at a subcortical
level. We might dream of people and places we had never seen as vividly
as if we had seen them, actually known them. But we would not know what
to make of this, assuming we took time to ponder it at all. One very
pronounced impression would probably occur to us, to many of us, again
and again, and always without explanation: the acute absolute sensation
that we had done once before what we were just about to do now, that we
so to speak, lived a particular moment or situation previously - but in
what sense could it be called 'previously,' since only the present, not
the past, was evidently involved? Such an impression is a clue that at
some past time point a variable was changed - reprogrammed, as it were -
and that, because of this, an alternate world branched off, became
actualized instead of the prior one, and that in fact, in literal fact,
we are once more living this particular segment of linear time. A
breaching, a tinkering, a change had been made, but not in our present -
had been made in our past. ...Conceivably this could happen any number
of times, affecting any number of people, as alternative variables were
reprogrammed. We would have to go live out each reprogramming along the
subsequent linear time axis. ...Thus, too, this might account for the
sensation people get of having lived past lives. They may well have, but
not in the past; previous lives, rather, in the present. In perhaps an
unending repeated and repeated present, like a great clock dial in which
grand clock hands sweep out the same circumference forever, with all of
us carried along unknowingly, yet dimly suspecting.
Scanner
is an account of what it’s like to have a self in each brain hemisphere
ideologically on opposing sides of the barricades”
Creation is mind—i.e., Brahman. But beyond that mind (noös) is brain: her.
It’s
a loop. (1) I wrote TMITHC, in it I create Mr. Tagomi. He sits in a
park and stares into a silver pin. Then he finds himself in our world,
so our world as described within the product of a work of fiction within
our world.”
The
bigger (macro) can replicate itself in micro, and so any given bigger
can be smaller than anything else. So the hierarchy of levels of truth
and meaning themselves enter a paradox, where the higher becomes the
lower.
Wisdom
as a verbal riddle: its most microform, most condensed so in a sense
most esse (onto). Then the smallest form (level) of it is the most real.
Size is inversely proportional to hierarchical reality. We assume
cosmic = most important = largest. (Cosmos = cosmic.) Wrong. Look for
the seed. “Break a stick and there is Christ.” Nearest at hand. The
cosmic is no more ultimate. “The part is contained in the whole”—no; the
whole is contained in the part. There is no hierarchy of meaning; there
are alternate models only, each as true as the others. It’s not A or
null-A.
(1) Your sister is the anima in your mind. She is physically dead.
(2) You
are physically dead and live in your living sister’s mind as a thought
(for mind read brain read macro body and blood), and she is in plural
microform in your world. So she is in her own thought!”
The part contains the whole.” (The micro contains the macro.)
“The whole contains the part.” (The macro contains the micro.)
Such a
2-proposition flip-flop dialectic is put forth as the riddle in Ubik:
(1) are they dead/Runciter is alive? Or (2) are they alive and Runciter
is dead? And it pulses (oscillates) back and forth endlessly. Ubik is
the most important book ever written. Ubik the entity is the Tao. And
the Logos or Christ or Sophia. Ubik is true; it deals with the (1)
dialectic basis of all process; and (2) with the Tao.
My two propositions pulse (oscillate) back and forth. I am alive/I am dead/I am alive/I am dead.
She is alive/she is dead/she is alive/she is, etc.
As soon as something exists it turns into its opposite which then turns into its opposite, etc.”
Once you have the idea that “the whole is contained in the part” you’re onto it.*
(1) Our universe (world) is a scene in TMITHC. A place where Mr. Tagomi goes.
(2) Mr. Tagomi is a fictional person contained in a work of fiction produced in our universe.
Our
world contains TMITHC which contains our world which contains TMITHC
which contains our world which contains TMITHC which contains. . . . I
set up another paradox flip-flop and another “the whole is contained in
the part” and “the part is contained in the whole.”
How
about: “Acts” contains (is) our world (i.e., our world is really
“Acts”). But in our world is a book, a novel, which contains a fictional
world which is (contains) “Acts.”
“Acts”
can be retrieved in microform from a novel within our world; i.e.,
“Acts” can be derived from our world in microform. (“Acts” in microform.
But “Acts” is the macroform which contains our world.)
Put another way, “Acts” is a book (part) within our world (whole). But our world (part) is contained within “Acts” (whole).
I have
finally made a quantum leap breakthrough into pluriform model theory:
oscillation truth. Oscillating between self-canceling models. As soon as
you think it up it cancels (negates) itself and leads to the next
self-canceling (but temporarily correct) model. And then back. Discarded
model reinstates itself, and so eternal oscillation is generated. We’re
trapped in a vast loop—which is good; otherwise reality would run down
and end. The key is: reoccurrence. Reality can be regarded as an
infinitely long number which repeats itself.*
So I may
be dead, as of 3-74. My cosmological concepts are so terrific, so
advanced as to be off the scale. I create whole religions and
philosophical systems. The very fact that I honestly ponder if I may be
dead and in heaven is prima facie evidence of how happy and fulfilled I
am.
Philip K Dick
The Gospel: the good news, advertising is Gospel. We have what you need, big box of UBIK. Revive your dying form. The Blues? What kind of gospel is that? Where is the good news?
Multi-Beast/Crayon Face removed from the box? Isolate? Did not used to happen.
