Time Heals All Wounds.. And Then Kills the Patient
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Thu Feb 26 15:46:10 2004
Big Asylum in the Sky

Afterlife.. is Insanity. So is life really, as we walk our finger over those lines, those patterns, that compose us in all our states. A simple divergence from the patterns depicted in reality.. usually little difference, measured on the scales of sanity. Step too far in a random direction, and chances are, the balanced plates of glass tilt, scrape the rough concrete, and eventually shatter. Life guides our finger, so patternwise, life may persist after death, but we lose our guide to the sane pattern, the hints of reality. Computational indistinguishability.. beautiful concept. The intelligence and subjectivity in me, it's the same in my pattern in the abstract as in the physical body I believe I have. You've got to laugh... Fingers tracing patterns, guided by other patterns... The mind has a deep capacity to make things make sense. It doesn't take notes when it stretches this ability more than normal.

It's strange how BLOGs teach us to read backwards.. we start at now, and step back archive page by archive page, fingers walking the other way. Hey, BLOG reader, you can click on the 'last page' link on my blog, and keep clicking 'older' (or perhaps these buttons will change with time, and if you're already stepping back to read this, you'll need to figure it out.. but then, if that's true, you've already figured it out). So, backwards.. Like Piers Anthony's tale of Chronos, or perhaps Pastwatch, by Orson Scott Card. We build and use memories differently, looking backwards, and moving so quickly.

Ahh, yes, intellectual property is like a fishhook. It can lift you someplace new, but it hurts like hell, once you bite into the license, you'll never own your head again, and you might not've wanted to follow that hook anyhow.

I wonder if someday this will be GE'd into all of us..