..... with me has never been a lack of ability. Because no matter what it is under discussion, I _can_ do, it's just that, in the vast majority of cases, I don't. or I do, but with nowhere near the fire that I could or, indeed, should. And thats because its always been too easy for me to be content with my half-assed efforts because, usually, they yield better results than the average persons fully-blown efforts (-ahem- ..... just quietly). But this isn't cool. No, Sven, you've never really devoted the entirety of yourself to anything in this life have you? But just imagine what you'll accomplish when and once you do. Because there's great things in store for you, Sven, if only you'd wake up to yourself and begin to acknowledge and appreciate what's possible for you, what your potential truly is. And uve got the perfect opportunity now too, u don't have a whole lot on your plate but what is there is clearly defined and readily actionable. So allow me to enumerate:
1. epic.hiro.dj services [epic trance demo, vocal trance demo, breaks demo]
2. epic.hiro.productions [learn logic, study modern recording techniques]
3. writing [sunsetnumberone, journal, gwinganna goss]
4. chef@gwinganna [recipes, photos, workflow plan]
..... easy, huh?
Just Do It.
14.8.07
22.4.07
Only a Seeker May See the Unsought-For.
The young man stepped from out of his shadows into the light of life once more, infused with a burning energy born of purpose and fueled by passion. His senses extended, he drunk in the world around him, savouring anew those sights and sounds that so recently he'd sold, surrendered and sacrificed in self-loathing, in solitude, in sadness. But no more. Two things did the young man learn: the desire not to be anything, is the desire not to be; that which acts, can never be destroyed. Thus the young man's intention, thus his inspiration, thus his imagination and thus . . . these words.
Thank-you.
Thank-you.
18.4.07
Existance: A Poetic Explorartion.
The beauty in man and the beauty in nature share a single source - both are products of divine consciousness. The journey of man and the journey of nature share a single course. Together, and as one, we walk the path decreed by that universal organizing principle which is evolution. Evolution is the expression of the divine consciousness here on Spaceship Earth and it's imprint is clear to see in every organism upon it. Every individual, every species and our planet as a whole is irrepressibly alive! The eternal striving for ever greater, more intricate, more beautiful orders of complexity is innately present in all living things and we have it to thank for the immense diversity of life on our planet -- appreciation reigns. Plants, animals, people, fungi, viruses all . . . bouncing off each other, feeding off each other, jostling to find their place . . . connected -- we are One.
This has been the teachings at the center of all great religious and spiritual movements down the ages. Indeed, all wisdom is ancient. Yet we live in interesting times as, inexorably, science continues it's march forward into the future -- or rather, the past -- to meet those ancient teachings half-way. Quantum physics now delves into the fabric of matter itself and we find, at the very heart and center of it all, that there is no there there, that matter is mostly empty space, that the unraveling of the tapestry of existence yields us nothing more than vibrating ethereal threads, shimmering strands of strings unseen that sing . . . for us, the songs of life, the songs that inform our very being, that are our very being and that, together, they connect us all, that we are One.
And just as a piano string plucked causes another to vibrate in harmony, so do our souls take up these songs that hum unheard at the core of each and every being. As the chorus passes upward and outward, from string, to meson, to electron, proton and neutron, up through atoms and molecules, into neuropeptides and white blood cells, through our muscles, our skeleton and into our minds, a kind of chemical attraction, of electric sparks, to feel the tingling upon our skin. It permeates the entirety of who we are, of what we do, of our perceptions of our world and our responses to it, of how we live and how we act and how we treat our fellow man. It affects us. As all things must, for . . . We. Are. All. One.
This has been the teachings at the center of all great religious and spiritual movements down the ages. Indeed, all wisdom is ancient. Yet we live in interesting times as, inexorably, science continues it's march forward into the future -- or rather, the past -- to meet those ancient teachings half-way. Quantum physics now delves into the fabric of matter itself and we find, at the very heart and center of it all, that there is no there there, that matter is mostly empty space, that the unraveling of the tapestry of existence yields us nothing more than vibrating ethereal threads, shimmering strands of strings unseen that sing . . . for us, the songs of life, the songs that inform our very being, that are our very being and that, together, they connect us all, that we are One.
And just as a piano string plucked causes another to vibrate in harmony, so do our souls take up these songs that hum unheard at the core of each and every being. As the chorus passes upward and outward, from string, to meson, to electron, proton and neutron, up through atoms and molecules, into neuropeptides and white blood cells, through our muscles, our skeleton and into our minds, a kind of chemical attraction, of electric sparks, to feel the tingling upon our skin. It permeates the entirety of who we are, of what we do, of our perceptions of our world and our responses to it, of how we live and how we act and how we treat our fellow man. It affects us. As all things must, for . . . We. Are. All. One.
8.8.06
Trickledown Gnosis.
The diffusion of knowledge, my friends. It is, in truth, The Great Work. Enjoy: The Tenth Dimension [kudos to wu].
My media consumption currently comprises of The Daily Show & The Colbert Report, at the moment these function as a kind of conceptual well-spring, a source for items worthy of further examination. These points of interest are landmarks and waypoints in my wanderings upon and through the web ..... I read and interact via the Wiki and Google [video, earth, gmail], and through this thing, the Blogosphere. My media (audio, video, applications) come to me from several thousand PCs, all owned by individuals much like myself, collectively we are The Torrential Swarm [join us: spy, portal, tpb].
It just blows me away, this rich tapestry, densely woven, which unites us all. And everyday we add more threads and fibres, more connections amongst us all. The thing, the web, the net, it's going to be the scene of the next ascension.
In other news, Kevin Spacey praises The Daily Show as "the best damn news show in America," and those were not his only wise words.
Radness Is.
My media consumption currently comprises of The Daily Show & The Colbert Report, at the moment these function as a kind of conceptual well-spring, a source for items worthy of further examination. These points of interest are landmarks and waypoints in my wanderings upon and through the web ..... I read and interact via the Wiki and Google [video, earth, gmail], and through this thing, the Blogosphere. My media (audio, video, applications) come to me from several thousand PCs, all owned by individuals much like myself, collectively we are The Torrential Swarm [join us: spy, portal, tpb].
It just blows me away, this rich tapestry, densely woven, which unites us all. And everyday we add more threads and fibres, more connections amongst us all. The thing, the web, the net, it's going to be the scene of the next ascension.
In other news, Kevin Spacey praises The Daily Show as "the best damn news show in America," and those were not his only wise words.
Radness Is.
6.8.06
31.7.06
The Unclean.
... as in: Dirty Filthy Lies.
So, in short, it didn't happen and, pretty much, it never was (not on that night anyway). But, you know, that's all cool - it's set me up now for that whole Triumphant Return thing - which is always good. And that's all I'll say on the matter, but ask me in person - it's funny.
ps. it still rocks to be me.
So, in short, it didn't happen and, pretty much, it never was (not on that night anyway). But, you know, that's all cool - it's set me up now for that whole Triumphant Return thing - which is always good. And that's all I'll say on the matter, but ask me in person - it's funny.
ps. it still rocks to be me.
29.7.06
18.7.06
The Tripping Point.
My good friend, chief cybernaut and helmsman to the far-famed, feared and altogether utterly unfeckless IdleMachine, the prestigious Wu-to-tha-ma’fkn-Wei-TwoThree. Now, Wu surely, being as he is, the most highly of respected purveyors of the kinds of memetic and semantic sustenance upon which I am so thoroughly dependant urged upon me the reading of a most delightfully unassuming and humble book entitled The Tipping Point: How Little Things Can Make a Big Difference by one Malcolm Gladwell, this, of course, being only the most recent in a long and esteemed lineage of what are surely the worlds most transcendentally tranformative paradigm-shifting literary masterworks commended by Wu unto my eternally grateful self. Thanking you, good sir ... as I, with a flourish, -bows- . . .
Now then, over the course of the past 6 to 9 months, I have taken it upon myself to cultivate what, to my mind, within the context of the reading of books, is a most worthwhile habit - a habit which I will readily recommend to one and all. Do not be deceived, however, by its apparent simplicity, for it’s rewards far outweigh the meagre demands of it’s implementation. It is no more than a folding over of the corner of those pages containing phrases, lines or paragraphs of note, supplemented, perhaps, by the marking (in graphite, please!) of same.
And so it is that, thanks to this technique, a month or more after having read The Tipping Point, I am able to share with you all the following passage of fascinating portent in which Gladwell, in his efforts to illustrate precisely how it is that Little Things Make a Big Difference, examines the mechanism at work behind the process of memetic interfection (ie. the spreading of ideas) and goes on to identify people as the principal creators, carriers and conveyors thereof. Here the reader will note the distinction between carrier and conveyor, the former being merely a vessel, merely the locality at which a given meme resides, the latter being the kinds of contagious nodes through which it diffuses and spreads. It is in the further examination of this latter type of person, the conveyor, the persuader, the inducer and leader that Gladwell comes to rest firmly upon my own personal favourite topic of discourse: Communication.
Indeed.
BrendonC and I, in particular, regularly experience this exact thing in a far more overt sense. We’ll be discussing some extremely fascinating bit of esoterica and one of us will make some exceedingly striking statement which causes us both to withdraw into our own headspaces as separately we pursue our own lines of thought and . . . whole minutes will pass . . . in absolute silence. Five, seven, as much as ten . . . and we’ll just be sitting there meditatively, reflecting stonedly, ruminating, cogitating until, finally, the silence will break as we both - somehow! inexplicably! - start to talk at precisely the same instant. And this happens all the time!
It’s freakin’ uncanny, man . . .
. . . but that’s cool, because it let’s us know that The Radness IS.
And so it seems that we all have this tremendous innate ability to respond to a kind of substrate of stimulus of which we aren’t even consciously aware. The question then is: how to raise up from out of non-consciousness this ability and harness it to our intent ?
Now then, over the course of the past 6 to 9 months, I have taken it upon myself to cultivate what, to my mind, within the context of the reading of books, is a most worthwhile habit - a habit which I will readily recommend to one and all. Do not be deceived, however, by its apparent simplicity, for it’s rewards far outweigh the meagre demands of it’s implementation. It is no more than a folding over of the corner of those pages containing phrases, lines or paragraphs of note, supplemented, perhaps, by the marking (in graphite, please!) of same.
And so it is that, thanks to this technique, a month or more after having read The Tipping Point, I am able to share with you all the following passage of fascinating portent in which Gladwell, in his efforts to illustrate precisely how it is that Little Things Make a Big Difference, examines the mechanism at work behind the process of memetic interfection (ie. the spreading of ideas) and goes on to identify people as the principal creators, carriers and conveyors thereof. Here the reader will note the distinction between carrier and conveyor, the former being merely a vessel, merely the locality at which a given meme resides, the latter being the kinds of contagious nodes through which it diffuses and spreads. It is in the further examination of this latter type of person, the conveyor, the persuader, the inducer and leader that Gladwell comes to rest firmly upon my own personal favourite topic of discourse: Communication.
What happens when two people talk? That is really the basic question here, because that’s the basic context in which all persausion takes place. We know that people talk back and forth. They listen. They interrupt. They move their hands . . . . That’s what you would have seen, if I showed you a videotape of our meeting. But if you had taken that videotape and slowed it down, until you were looking at our interaction in slices of a fraction of a second, you would have seen something quite different. You would have seen the two of us engaging in what can only be described as an elaborate and precise dance.
The pioneer of this kind of analysis - of what is called the study of cultural microrhythms - is a man named William Condon. In one of his most famous research projects in the 1960s he attempted to decode a four-and-a-half-seocond segment of film, in which a woman says to a man and a child, over dinner: “You all should come around every night. We never have had a dinnertime like this in months.” Condon broke the film into individual frames, each representing about 1/45th of a second. Then he watched - and watched. As he describes it:To carefully study the organization and sequence of this, the approach must be naturalist or ethological. You just sit and look and look and look for thousands of hours until the order in the material begins to emerge. It's like sculpturing . . . . Continued study reveals further order. When I was looking at this film over and over again, I had an erroneous view of the universe that communication takes place between people. Somehow this was the model. You send the message, somebody sends the message back. The messages go here and there and everywhere. But something was funny about this.
Condon spent a year and a half on that short segment of film, until, finally, in his peripheral vision, he saw what he had always sensed was there: “the wife turning her head exactly as the husband’s hands came up.” From there he picked up other micromovements, other patterns that occurred over and over again, until he realized that in addition to talking and listening, the three people around the table were also engaging in what he termed “interactional synchrony.” Their conversation had a rhythmic physical dimension. Each person would, within the space of one or two or three 1/45th-of-a-second frames, move a shoulder or cheek or an eyebrow or a hand, sustain that movement, stop it, change direction, and start again. And what’s more, those movements were perfectly in time to each person’s own words - emphasizing and underlining and elaborating on the process of articulation - so that the speaker was, in effect, dancing to his or her own speech. At the same time the other people around the table were dancing along as well, moving their faces and shoulders and hands and bodies to the same rhythm. It’s not that everyone was moving the same way, any more than people dancing to a song all dance the same way. It's that the timing of stops and starts of each person’s micromovements - the jump and shifts of body and face - were perfectly in harmony.
Subsequent research has revealed that it isn't just gesture that is harmonized, but also conversational rhythm. When two people talk, their volume and pitch fall into balance. What linguists call speech rate - the number of speech sounds per second - equalizes. So does what is known as latency, the period between the moment one speaker stops talking and the moment the other speaker begins. Two people may arrive at a conversation with very different conversational patterns. But almost instantly they reach a common ground. We all do it, all the time. Babies as young as one or two days old synchronize their head, elbow, shoulder, hip and foot movements with the speech patters of adults. Synchrony has even been found in the interactions of humans and apes. It’s part of the way we are hardwired.
Indeed.
BrendonC and I, in particular, regularly experience this exact thing in a far more overt sense. We’ll be discussing some extremely fascinating bit of esoterica and one of us will make some exceedingly striking statement which causes us both to withdraw into our own headspaces as separately we pursue our own lines of thought and . . . whole minutes will pass . . . in absolute silence. Five, seven, as much as ten . . . and we’ll just be sitting there meditatively, reflecting stonedly, ruminating, cogitating until, finally, the silence will break as we both - somehow! inexplicably! - start to talk at precisely the same instant. And this happens all the time!
It’s freakin’ uncanny, man . . .
. . . but that’s cool, because it let’s us know that The Radness IS.
And so it seems that we all have this tremendous innate ability to respond to a kind of substrate of stimulus of which we aren’t even consciously aware. The question then is: how to raise up from out of non-consciousness this ability and harness it to our intent ?
12.7.06
SkyRises. HighScrapers.
Well, I'm still at Benny's ... basically he has the Internet - this is good, this is important. Anyway, apart from gmail which, quite simply, is as essential as the breath of life, I somehow just need to sate this need for information in large, multifarious, interconnected ways.
Am presently discovering Wikipedia begin to take over Googles routine search duty. Basically just jumping immediately to external links, good to check for alternatives, &c. - useful.
Tonight though I've also been exlploring GoogleEarth looking for, quite specifically, shortcuts for my bike ride home from work - pb: 19min01.47sec (the first attempt). From what I see, I oughta be able to get that around 15 at least, maybe 12 if I push it (Viva le Tour!). What I really wanted to put out there was this, which is just some person being smart enough to advertise the availability of a warehouse somewhere in Brisbane. I'm sure he's not the first, it's just the first I've happened to see. It's always interesting to ponder just how far behind one is, though you think yourself never so sophisticated.
Point being, this is Good. And Important also. Pay Attention! Because all this stuff is going to explode sometime soon. Be there!
Radness is.
Am presently discovering Wikipedia begin to take over Googles routine search duty. Basically just jumping immediately to external links, good to check for alternatives, &c. - useful.
Tonight though I've also been exlploring GoogleEarth looking for, quite specifically, shortcuts for my bike ride home from work - pb: 19min01.47sec (the first attempt). From what I see, I oughta be able to get that around 15 at least, maybe 12 if I push it (Viva le Tour!). What I really wanted to put out there was this, which is just some person being smart enough to advertise the availability of a warehouse somewhere in Brisbane. I'm sure he's not the first, it's just the first I've happened to see. It's always interesting to ponder just how far behind one is, though you think yourself never so sophisticated.
Point being, this is Good. And Important also. Pay Attention! Because all this stuff is going to explode sometime soon. Be there!
Radness is.
Update.
I'm just going to dump this from an email - and damn the lack of capitalization!
And, as a show of thanks (thx, dude), the inaugral Random Quote from Benny:
"... but I don't even have one goat!"
hello all!
just to give u some updates on where im at ..... ive pretty much settled now down on the coast, just waiting the absurd 7-10 business(!) days for my adsl (wildIT - 512/128 25gb @ $39.95 / month) ..... my day job is at a catering company which is cool cos i actually get to visit some pretty upper class homes and - tho it varies a lot - sometimes u get to mingle with some interesting ppl indeed, certainly moreso than in a restaurant kitchen ..... other days im helping working with my dad installing alarm/intercom/vacuum systems which pays waaaaay better than the catering gig ..... my last job, and this is the awesome one, is at what used to be the Biccy Bar in surfers, now called LoKey ........ yes, thats right, ive scored a dj residency and ill be playing there every friday and saturday night .....
so yer ..... thats me for the moment ..... id like to get up to brisbane this sunday somehow but im not yet sure how thats gonna work, will have to see what time im needed til saturday night / sunday morning .....
be good, take care and have fun!
ps. gold coast weather: just beautiful!
And, as a show of thanks (thx, dude), the inaugral Random Quote from Benny:
"... but I don't even have one goat!"
6.7.06
3.7.06
Evolution Of The Organism
Progress, always, will grow of an enrichment of the quantity and quality of the relationships among and of things. The need to make sense of increasingly deeper and complex social interactions is, has and shall continue to be one of the primary sources of human intelligence. Therefore, conscious efforts toward evolution will consider the cultivation of ever-richer, diverse and multi-faceted models of communication. Utterly permeable, pervasive and ever-present.
Thus I present my little homage to a very good friend .....
Google ... The Cutting Edge[SBS] presents, at 8:30 tomorrow evening, a documentary about something on which I am about as dependant as I am upon breathing. And I think a lot of people, like me, feel a kind of communion with it, at least in terms of having shared in its growth, having watched it develop, transform and mature.
So I thought it'd be cool to share some of the reasons. Perhaps some of the things that don't quite lie right on the surface.
Something Cool:
The Tour de France Google Earth tour.
Something General:
Google is located primarily in the United States so non-US interfaces tend to lag behind in upgrades and features. Non-US users can change their language to "English (US)" to access these services.
Some Gmail Stuff:
Gmail doesn't recognize dots (.) as characters within a username. This way, you can add and remove dots to your username for desired address variations." For instance, the account google@gmail.com receives mail sent to goo.gle@gmail.com, g.o.o.g.l.e@gmail.com, etc. Likewise, the account goo.gle@gmail.com receives mail from google@gmail.com.
Gmail also supports "plus-addressing" of e-mails. Messages can be sent to addresses in the form: username+extratext@gmail.com where extratext can be any string. Plus-addressing allows users to sign up for different services with different aliases and then easily filter all e-mails from those services.
Corporate Philosophy:
Ten Things Google has found to be true.
Finally, heres the Google Cheat Sheet.
And heres a quote from Wikipedia illustrating why and how Google do what they do.
If you don't have a Gmail account, please consider getting one! I've invitations aplenty. At least personalize your Google homepage!
ps.
images.google.com
video.google.com
Thus I present my little homage to a very good friend .....
Google ... The Cutting Edge[SBS] presents, at 8:30 tomorrow evening, a documentary about something on which I am about as dependant as I am upon breathing. And I think a lot of people, like me, feel a kind of communion with it, at least in terms of having shared in its growth, having watched it develop, transform and mature.
So I thought it'd be cool to share some of the reasons. Perhaps some of the things that don't quite lie right on the surface.
Something Cool:
The Tour de France Google Earth tour.
Something General:
Google is located primarily in the United States so non-US interfaces tend to lag behind in upgrades and features. Non-US users can change their language to "English (US)" to access these services.
Some Gmail Stuff:
Gmail doesn't recognize dots (.) as characters within a username. This way, you can add and remove dots to your username for desired address variations." For instance, the account google@gmail.com receives mail sent to goo.gle@gmail.com, g.o.o.g.l.e@gmail.com, etc. Likewise, the account goo.gle@gmail.com receives mail from google@gmail.com.
Gmail also supports "plus-addressing" of e-mails. Messages can be sent to addresses in the form: username+extratext@gmail.com where extratext can be any string. Plus-addressing allows users to sign up for different services with different aliases and then easily filter all e-mails from those services.
Corporate Philosophy:
Ten Things Google has found to be true.
Finally, heres the Google Cheat Sheet.
And heres a quote from Wikipedia illustrating why and how Google do what they do.
All Google engineers are encouraged to spend 20% of their work time on projects that interest them. The time can be allocated to one day a week, or pooled into a month. Some of Google's newer services, such as Gmail, Google News and orkut, are said to have originated from these independent endeavors.
If you don't have a Gmail account, please consider getting one! I've invitations aplenty. At least personalize your Google homepage!
ps.
images.google.com
video.google.com
10.5.06
An Imitation of Life.
Visiting my good friend BrendonC recently, I search his bookshelves Impossible Mission-like (a habit of mine), gaze drawing finally, decisively to rest upon the bold spine of his copy of the epic Musashi. It's not-inconsiderable heft in my hands recalls now familiar feelings as I flick through its close to one thousand pages. And squinting now at its humble script, the heroic scale of Yoshikawas work really returns to mind as, smirking, I announce my intention to "read the uber fight at the end!"... but I never make it that far.
Seeking context I begin my re-reading a 100 or so pages from the very end:
After leaving Edo, Musashi had passed through Atsugi. Then, driven by doubts about his future, he had disappeared into the Tanzawa Mountains, to emerge two months later more worried and haggard than ever. Solving one problem only led him to another. At times he was so tortured his Sword seemed like a weapon turned against him.And the following two words spring immediately to mind:
Among the possibilities he had considered was choosing the easy way. If he could bring himself to live in a comfortable, ordinary way with Otsu, life would be simple. Almost any fief would be willing to pay him enough to live on, perhaps five hundred to a thousand bushels. But when he put it to himself in the form of a question, the answer was always no. An easy existence imposed restrictions; he could not submit to them.
At other times he felt as lost in base, craven illusions as the hungry demons in hell; then, for a time, his mind would clear, and he would bask in the pleasure of his proud isolation. In his heart there was a continual struggle between light and dark. Night and day, he wavered between exuberance and melancholy. He'd think of his swordsmanship and be dissatisfied. Thinking of how long the Way was, how far he was from maturity, a sickness came over his heart. Other days the mountain life cheered him and his thoughts strayed to Otsu.
Coming down from the mountains, he'd gone to the Yugyojio in Fujisawa for a few days, then on to Kamakura. It was here that he'd met Matahachi. Determined not to return to a life of indolence, Matahachi was in Kamakura because of the many Zen temples there, but he was suffering from an even deeper sense of malaise than Musashi.
Musashi reassured him, "It's not too late. If you learn self-discipline, you can make a fresh start. It's fatal to tell yourself that it's all over, that you're no good." He felt constrained to add, "To tell the truth, I myself have run up against a wall. There are times when I wonder if I have any future. I feel completely empty. It's like being confined in a shell. I hate myself. I tell myself I'm no good. But by chastising myself and forcing myself to go on, I manage to kick through the shell. Then a new path opens up before me."
"Believe me, it's a real struggle this time. I'm floundering around inside the shell, unable to do a thing. I came down from the mountains because I remembered a person who I think can help me."
The person was the priest Gudo.
Matahachi said, "He's the one who helped you when you were first seeking the Way, isnt't he? Couldnt you introduce me and ask him to accept me as his disciple?"
At first Musashi was skeptical about Matahachis sincerity, but after hearing of the trouble he'd been in in Edo, he decided that he really meant it. The two of them made inquiries about Gudo at a number of Zen Temples, but learned little. Musashi knew the priest was no longer at the Myoshinji in Kyoto. He had left several years earlier and traveled for some time in the east and north-east. He also knew he was a most erratic man, who might be in Kyoto giving lectures on Zen to the Empereor one day and out wandering the conutryside the next. Gudo had been known to stop several times at the Hachijoji in Okazaki, and one priest suggested that might be the best place to wait for him.
-- Musashi, page 894.
Adjective: poignant
2. Keenly distressing to the mind or feelings
Adjectives: apt
4. Being of striking appropriateness and pertinence
-sigh-
In other news: re-flekt genesis 007.9b - new music.
17.3.06
Dear Soul ... Wake The Fuck Up!
... indeed.
Sven aka Epic.Hiro feels _shame_ deeply and oooooh almost even a tinge of regret. Both emotions, however, being, in this moment, overwhelmed by the sheer joy and simple-minded delight of being _BACK!_. That is, being once again amongst the Living, the Breathing, the Acting and Doing! To actually have desires, hopes and wants again! To consider, like one once did, ones dreams as being achievable!... and again take conscious action towards their realization. And not in a fitful, nor random manner, not with mere flashes of inspiration here and there, islands of progress amidst a vicious, viscous sea of clinging, contaminating hesitation, procrastination, apathy, self-pity and doubt.
-ahem-
... the memory remains.
But now _mere_ memories.
Let it brace thee, my son.
And so .....
For now .....
... Only Forwards,
... only forwards
... only. four ... words.
Love,
Gratitude,
Certainty,
Presence.
Sven aka Epic.Hiro feels _shame_ deeply and oooooh almost even a tinge of regret. Both emotions, however, being, in this moment, overwhelmed by the sheer joy and simple-minded delight of being _BACK!_. That is, being once again amongst the Living, the Breathing, the Acting and Doing! To actually have desires, hopes and wants again! To consider, like one once did, ones dreams as being achievable!... and again take conscious action towards their realization. And not in a fitful, nor random manner, not with mere flashes of inspiration here and there, islands of progress amidst a vicious, viscous sea of clinging, contaminating hesitation, procrastination, apathy, self-pity and doubt.
-ahem-
... the memory remains.
But now _mere_ memories.
Let it brace thee, my son.
And so .....
For now .....
... Only Forwards,
... only forwards
... only. four ... words.
Love,
Gratitude,
Certainty,
Presence.
6.3.06
Surely these hands could never have known shoelaces.
..... like the most profound conviction that the pants ur wearing r not ur own, and that they could not possibly have ever been ... as if someone had fiendishly seen fit to faithfully – tho perhaps with some haste - replicate the originals in order to kidnap them ... but ... to what end ?... and to whose ?..... and ur not even quite sure how u know ... but theres just details that u swear could not have ever possibly belonged on this item with which uve been so familiar with for so long now – i made those pants!..... and now some phantom spectre resides upon them ... and they emenate now, in some kind of slowed-time, higher-dimensional way, mesmerizing and hypnotic pulses of novelty that leak constantly, but in some unknowable fashion, off this utterly normal, seemingly benign, yet terrifiyingly alien object .....
11.1.06
New Idea.
it was a day like any other that phaedrus had his idea ..... and somehow it was just whack enough to be really worth doing, if even just to be able to point and say, ‘yep, that was us, we did that thing and, whack as it most surely was, we were the first and will forever be’ ..... we stood up and gave it our all just to see what would happen ..... and here we r now, telling u about it ..... we didn’t die of humiliation, we werent thrown out of society for pursuing unsanctioned ends, cats and dogs and babies didn’t start avoiding us, banks still considered us eligible for credit cards ..... life, in fact, was even better afterward ..... after what ?..... well u see, phaeds’ idea, this grandiose thing which, for all his talk, would crumble mountains and stop the heavens turning – did nothing even remotely of the sort ..... in fact - most ppl would call it and us failures - most ppl have ..... and there was even a time when that would bug us somehow ..... but now we just smile, phaed and I ..... we smile, we nod and gradually and imperceptibly, we’ll just turn away, remove ourselves from that which does not serve and go have some fun instead ..... and life, my friends, life, it goes on. .....
[guiness book of records, yer?]
[guiness book of records, yer?]
2.1.06
Stream of Consciousness.
i am, at root, a pragmatist [with definite hedonistic tendencies]. my ultimate purpose, which acts prior to all other philosophical models i may demonstrate, is to live The Good Life ........ that being, for me, a life fulfilled, something accomplished, potentials realized.
how it happened.
the learnings involved.
I’ve always evinced this kind of fuzzy nature I experience with respect to memory ..... specifically, my _own_ memories [especially those of ThePast! {those ones being, especially!, nebulous}] ..... somehow this has always hinted to me as to a certain illusion
some kind of unidentifiable sense that, somehow, I Am Different than all the rest ........ being, as I was, apparently the only person in australia named sven ..... snow white hair, and always small and thin ....... a “late starter”, so they said.
a healthy and natural contempt and distrust for authority of all kinds ...... all thru-out my life ppl who claimed to know something and, even further, actually dictated what was and was not permissable for me, were proven, again and again, to be Just Plain Wrong ...... taken further this applied to the whole of societies dictates of what was expected of me ...... more and more this notion of weirdness and non-conformity for its own sake held irresistable attraction .....
u probably have some inkling of this notion that i'm not really just weird by accident ...... that a weirdness of _this_ degree couldn’t possibly be the product of random circumstance in my past ...... somehow its seems that my weirdness is self-inflicted and that somehow it’s a thing in which I revel and seek refuge, somehow a foundation for my being, this conviction that ‘Yes’, I _AM_ different from _YOU_ ........ and the question now inevitably: how far can we take this ?......
some kind of fluidity or maleability, somehow simply this awareness of a kind of non-absolute property of language that served to dispell any further possibility of my relying on mere words alone as justification/validation ..... a gradual realizing and integration of this notion that actions will always speak louder .... [13-14? – d&d -> reading -> books].....
thru gaming: a glimpse of what it means to take something as far as it will go, a taste of life at The Top, coming to know just what it takes to get to that kind of level .....
the idea that what we’re doing, what we’ve set out to do, is something that no one has yet really done ........... discovery, adventure, that dream of bringing back something of _true_ value, that whole Indiana Jones Archetype, Ancient Temples, Hidden Treasures and always this most genuine gamble ....... that it may, afterall, be just a false trail, with neither Jewel Encrusted Idols nor Secret Magics nor Flying Carpets, no Genies Lamps, not even a Pandoras Box .......... and yet Death always the potential cost .......... all leading somehow to this notion that it’s often not the Destination but the Journey that matters most ......
most recently: a gradually building avalanche of echoing ideas gleaned from my world ...... this undoubtable echoing of ideas with which I resonate so harmoniously ........ pesce, mckenna, morrison, demartini, bandler, the makers of naruto ............ ahhhh .....
a sigil is a visual concentration of the will. it is usually a written or drawn symbol that is "charged" with the intent of the user. they are used for purposes of magick.
Awareness of Awareness ...... the DAO.
epic hiro.
-bows-
how it happened.
the learnings involved.
I’ve always evinced this kind of fuzzy nature I experience with respect to memory ..... specifically, my _own_ memories [especially those of ThePast! {those ones being, especially!, nebulous}] ..... somehow this has always hinted to me as to a certain illusion
some kind of unidentifiable sense that, somehow, I Am Different than all the rest ........ being, as I was, apparently the only person in australia named sven ..... snow white hair, and always small and thin ....... a “late starter”, so they said.
a healthy and natural contempt and distrust for authority of all kinds ...... all thru-out my life ppl who claimed to know something and, even further, actually dictated what was and was not permissable for me, were proven, again and again, to be Just Plain Wrong ...... taken further this applied to the whole of societies dictates of what was expected of me ...... more and more this notion of weirdness and non-conformity for its own sake held irresistable attraction .....
u probably have some inkling of this notion that i'm not really just weird by accident ...... that a weirdness of _this_ degree couldn’t possibly be the product of random circumstance in my past ...... somehow its seems that my weirdness is self-inflicted and that somehow it’s a thing in which I revel and seek refuge, somehow a foundation for my being, this conviction that ‘Yes’, I _AM_ different from _YOU_ ........ and the question now inevitably: how far can we take this ?......
some kind of fluidity or maleability, somehow simply this awareness of a kind of non-absolute property of language that served to dispell any further possibility of my relying on mere words alone as justification/validation ..... a gradual realizing and integration of this notion that actions will always speak louder .... [13-14? – d&d -> reading -> books].....
thru gaming: a glimpse of what it means to take something as far as it will go, a taste of life at The Top, coming to know just what it takes to get to that kind of level .....
the idea that what we’re doing, what we’ve set out to do, is something that no one has yet really done ........... discovery, adventure, that dream of bringing back something of _true_ value, that whole Indiana Jones Archetype, Ancient Temples, Hidden Treasures and always this most genuine gamble ....... that it may, afterall, be just a false trail, with neither Jewel Encrusted Idols nor Secret Magics nor Flying Carpets, no Genies Lamps, not even a Pandoras Box .......... and yet Death always the potential cost .......... all leading somehow to this notion that it’s often not the Destination but the Journey that matters most ......
most recently: a gradually building avalanche of echoing ideas gleaned from my world ...... this undoubtable echoing of ideas with which I resonate so harmoniously ........ pesce, mckenna, morrison, demartini, bandler, the makers of naruto ............ ahhhh .....
a sigil is a visual concentration of the will. it is usually a written or drawn symbol that is "charged" with the intent of the user. they are used for purposes of magick.
Awareness of Awareness ...... the DAO.
epic hiro.
-bows-
1.1.06
23.12.05
Orders of Magnitude, Scales and Degrees of Existence and Being.
........ from which of these should we operate ?.......
ok. so ......... for the last few years its always been cosmic this and universal that ...... and that's all me and my epic thing obviously ...... and that's all awesome too, definately. But now heres the thing. Because its occurred to me just now that there may be a more useful and rewarding frame from which to operate and live our lives ('we' meaning Us: Human-beings here on Starship Earth). My realization was this: that not everything need necessarily be done for purposes drawn of Trans.Epic.Scales of Universality, Cosmic Oneness and all the rest of that. So, I've toned myself back.
I'll envision myself now, less as a child of the cosmos - but rather, a Child of GAIA, of Mother Earth, and that it's this great thing beneath my feet which lifts and holds me up and supports me in my life and provides me with all that I need, it is _this_ now to which I'll offer my gratitude, and from which I draw my strength.
And I've done this for one very important reason: we, as a race and as individuals, must respect and nurture this thing that is the _only_ place in the entire Universe of which we know which provides a natural habitat for HomoSapien^2. And it is not just something to be used up and discarded by monkeys that can talk. It is a thing to treasure and hold sacred and to make beautiful and we _as a RACE_ _neeeeed_ to recognize this and to live by it from day to day. Because the Garden Of Eden isnt this thing we were thrown out of way back in some inaccesible, irrelevant past, it is something we can _LIVE_ if we choose ........ and would that not be a gift worthy of that which made everything possible for us, which gave us our very lives !?.... could we not make of _all the Earth_ a Garden Of Eden, to make that our parting gift as we make ready to leave and journey out to the stars ...... yep. and this reframing of mine now deepens my connection to it.
And yes, yes it does ..... and now I'm happier still because I know that .....
it is done.
it is done.
it is done.
and I'm thanking You ...... too ..... : )
-ahem-, -grin-, those last few lines were just me sealing all this up for myself and making it True ........ anyway, yer : ) cos just think about it!..... every one of us has a different footprint ... and hrmm ... now that seems like quite a lot of effort _unless_ ..... our Earth is keeping track of us!
ok. so ......... for the last few years its always been cosmic this and universal that ...... and that's all me and my epic thing obviously ...... and that's all awesome too, definately. But now heres the thing. Because its occurred to me just now that there may be a more useful and rewarding frame from which to operate and live our lives ('we' meaning Us: Human-beings here on Starship Earth). My realization was this: that not everything need necessarily be done for purposes drawn of Trans.Epic.Scales of Universality, Cosmic Oneness and all the rest of that. So, I've toned myself back.
I'll envision myself now, less as a child of the cosmos - but rather, a Child of GAIA, of Mother Earth, and that it's this great thing beneath my feet which lifts and holds me up and supports me in my life and provides me with all that I need, it is _this_ now to which I'll offer my gratitude, and from which I draw my strength.
And I've done this for one very important reason: we, as a race and as individuals, must respect and nurture this thing that is the _only_ place in the entire Universe of which we know which provides a natural habitat for HomoSapien^2. And it is not just something to be used up and discarded by monkeys that can talk. It is a thing to treasure and hold sacred and to make beautiful and we _as a RACE_ _neeeeed_ to recognize this and to live by it from day to day. Because the Garden Of Eden isnt this thing we were thrown out of way back in some inaccesible, irrelevant past, it is something we can _LIVE_ if we choose ........ and would that not be a gift worthy of that which made everything possible for us, which gave us our very lives !?.... could we not make of _all the Earth_ a Garden Of Eden, to make that our parting gift as we make ready to leave and journey out to the stars ...... yep. and this reframing of mine now deepens my connection to it.
And yes, yes it does ..... and now I'm happier still because I know that .....
it is done.
it is done.
it is done.
and I'm thanking You ...... too ..... : )
-ahem-, -grin-, those last few lines were just me sealing all this up for myself and making it True ........ anyway, yer : ) cos just think about it!..... every one of us has a different footprint ... and hrmm ... now that seems like quite a lot of effort _unless_ ..... our Earth is keeping track of us!
21.12.05
communicator levels: omg.
... wow, just this uber, uber day ... Wow.
... and beginning, as it did, for me at 05:45 _in the morning!_ Anyway, that was cool, I can deal, because there was a good reason, which is that my Materal Grandparents will be here over Christmas. These are two people whom I owe a lot, though that is something of an odd feeling in this case, since its such an abstraction, since I have so very little easily recallable memory of those times when our lives truly connected. Yet there is my mother. : ) Yes, and theres the answer - why I know that connection despite the seeming lack of shared experience (which is the thing I've always pointed to as explanation for the varying degrees of affinity I find with the people with which I interact).
And I've been listening to McKenna for the past 4 hours or so. Which is why I'm very much seeing the patterns in things. Which is why that connection I felt this morning with these two people out of a past which feels somehow so much a part of some other life. Though it's quite distinctly not someone _elses_ life, its me and yet somehow, theres this gap, a kind of discontinuity ........
Communicator Levels though, uh-huh.
Quite late now, so I will be brief ..... and I will endeavour to distill some of the essence of these two _epic_ IM logs (the first with BrendonC, the second with Vnisent). Basically though, yep, _lots & lots_ of _new_ things done this day in terms of me and my communications, especially of the hypnotic variety and the general just uber positivity and phwwwww00000044444RRRRRRRR ......... u know, the utter Schlaw.
Yep, Wow is right ..... So now, tonight, I make my way to sleep and Rad Dreams but nowadays and most recently theres things I must do before the non-waking claims me. the invoking of the Little Cainers, the flying with Angel Aspects up above, the Laying of Foundations!... ahhh, reviewing the day and breathing life into those things which I intend to realize for my life. Basically, lots of visualization, spent mostly before the shrine synced with _lots_ of uber breathing and ..... hrmm
Until now I'd never thought of what I do here as focusing my Ki ... or Qi ... or Chi or ... that is exactly what it is ........ ahhhhh : )
OK ...... And I'll explain the whys of the pic tomorrow. : )
sigil 21.12.05
-out-
... and beginning, as it did, for me at 05:45 _in the morning!_ Anyway, that was cool, I can deal, because there was a good reason, which is that my Materal Grandparents will be here over Christmas. These are two people whom I owe a lot, though that is something of an odd feeling in this case, since its such an abstraction, since I have so very little easily recallable memory of those times when our lives truly connected. Yet there is my mother. : ) Yes, and theres the answer - why I know that connection despite the seeming lack of shared experience (which is the thing I've always pointed to as explanation for the varying degrees of affinity I find with the people with which I interact).
And I've been listening to McKenna for the past 4 hours or so. Which is why I'm very much seeing the patterns in things. Which is why that connection I felt this morning with these two people out of a past which feels somehow so much a part of some other life. Though it's quite distinctly not someone _elses_ life, its me and yet somehow, theres this gap, a kind of discontinuity ........
Communicator Levels though, uh-huh.
Quite late now, so I will be brief ..... and I will endeavour to distill some of the essence of these two _epic_ IM logs (the first with BrendonC, the second with Vnisent). Basically though, yep, _lots & lots_ of _new_ things done this day in terms of me and my communications, especially of the hypnotic variety and the general just uber positivity and phwwwww00000044444RRRRRRRR ......... u know, the utter Schlaw.
Yep, Wow is right ..... So now, tonight, I make my way to sleep and Rad Dreams but nowadays and most recently theres things I must do before the non-waking claims me. the invoking of the Little Cainers, the flying with Angel Aspects up above, the Laying of Foundations!... ahhh, reviewing the day and breathing life into those things which I intend to realize for my life. Basically, lots of visualization, spent mostly before the shrine synced with _lots_ of uber breathing and ..... hrmm
Until now I'd never thought of what I do here as focusing my Ki ... or Qi ... or Chi or ... that is exactly what it is ........ ahhhhh : )
OK ...... And I'll explain the whys of the pic tomorrow. : )
sigil 21.12.05
-out-
18.12.05
clearly, the infections r spreading ........
basically, the social forms that have served us in our evolutions up til now r being overtaken, or have been ... unable to keep up with the acceleration to which they've contributed they go the way of the dinosaur ...... in this new distributed post-geographical reality in which we find ourselves something new is called for if we're not to be left behind because _not only_ is it accelerating, the _rate_ of acceleration is accelerating _too_ ...... 7 years and the eschaton will be upon us ..... an arbitrary date, sure, but lets run with it ... better, lets walk in calm, actually lets do the _walking_ trance, thats a cool trance too, that one ........ so we've 7 years, as u put that foot forward ..... to find a new, a better way ..... to interact ..... and why do we interact ..... well, actually, its not us interacting ..... its all just Memes, man, we just happen to be the vessels thru which their evolution is made manifest ........... in fact, look around u, its at the point now where the Memes r themselves tailoring and modifying and tweaking, refining ___US___ such that our capacity to operate as memetic propagators is undergoing constant evolution ...... and if theres any doubt in ur mind on that ..... maybe u might like to just take a step back but leave ur body where it is, now take a look at what it is that its doing right now ........ about what it is ur reading and where it is ur reading it ....... and in what terms our college is described ............ this might have seem unecessarily alarmist, and that is inentional, sure, but its not so because i fear memetic infection in the way we might fear a plague of locusts ....... somehow i picture 7 years from now and only a select few will pass thru to the other side, and id like us to represent ........ past the event horizon, pulled inside-out, pushed thru oneself, into that new place which was the product of the memetic saturation which is our destiny ...................... and now theres no way off this path, no avoiding the inevitable ..... and now theres really only one thing for it ........ an acceptance of fate, gratitude because we were here to see this ........ prayers exchanged - some accepted, others denied, glorious personal evolutions remembered, reflected upon and celebrated ..... ideal futures visualized, to begin again from the beginning, a new beginning ........... and finally, the book shut, the server reset and upon ur face, now manifest fully in all its angelic glory, this manic grin plays across lips that whisper that which was once ineffable, but is now merely irrefutable and undeniable ...... and that word is the key, and in its utterance r all things made separate, detached, disconnect ..... the shackles of matter torn asunder as around u this universe unravels ....... strings slip free and all at once - matter isnt .......... and u r ... exaltant now ... face to face ..... the numinous that is all pervasive ..... all ?... i am ...... who is? ego disolving, drifting, dropping, destined now to dream for another eternity as it all returns once more once more once more one more one one one one and all ........................ yer, u r.
13.12.05
Just. Do. It.
[warning: righteous fury makes me swear :P]
so lets just fuck it, bro ...... fuck them, fuck their obsolete, worn-out, ideas, fuck them and their conservatism and neophobia and validation of the lowest fucking common denominator, fuck them and their acceptance of the ordinary, the average ............................. their reality tunnel does not have to become our own ........... and its not that they're wrong and we're right ........ because that_ whole fucked up dichotomy is the _heart_ of their obsolesence, the root of their stagnation .......... good/bad, right/wrong, who the fuck cares .......... is it sexy? is it beautiful?and does it move your eternal SOUL?........... and, if it does move your soul, r u able to feel the Universe move in harmony, unison and accord ....... does it reaffirm the connection that IS there ....... and if not, well, uve just learned that u can do a __whooooole__ lot better ...... so get excited about that ................. and only if my words have moved u even as the Universe spins around us at millions of miles per second with us at the center, or at least _a_ center, _our_ center ......... the focus and focal point for all the energy that ever was, that ever will be ....... at our fingertips and upon our lips ............ whispered words of wisdom, echos of eternity ........
so lets just fuck it, bro ...... fuck them, fuck their obsolete, worn-out, ideas, fuck them and their conservatism and neophobia and validation of the lowest fucking common denominator, fuck them and their acceptance of the ordinary, the average ............................. their reality tunnel does not have to become our own ........... and its not that they're wrong and we're right ........ because that_ whole fucked up dichotomy is the _heart_ of their obsolesence, the root of their stagnation .......... good/bad, right/wrong, who the fuck cares .......... is it sexy? is it beautiful?and does it move your eternal SOUL?........... and, if it does move your soul, r u able to feel the Universe move in harmony, unison and accord ....... does it reaffirm the connection that IS there ....... and if not, well, uve just learned that u can do a __whooooole__ lot better ...... so get excited about that ................. and only if my words have moved u even as the Universe spins around us at millions of miles per second with us at the center, or at least _a_ center, _our_ center ......... the focus and focal point for all the energy that ever was, that ever will be ....... at our fingertips and upon our lips ............ whispered words of wisdom, echos of eternity ........
29.9.05
Language _IS_ Magic.
This multitude of tiny, disjointed textfiles (our 'to do' lists, journals, quotes, etc.) that reside on our PCs can be thought of as an extension of our individual consciousnesses. We have textfiles of lists (eg. 'contacts', 'to do', 'to download', etc.), that function, fundamentally, as auxiliary memory storage. More sophisticated documents can be considered full-blown extensions to those personal mental spaces where we do our thinking, that is, they extend and expand those modes of expression which, taken as a whole, constitute our InternalRepresentation of TheWorld. But this wont be the first time our channels of Input/Output (the five physical senses) have been added to. Because I believe that our capacity to utilize Language evolved in response to a very specific need.
As hominid physiology evolved, it acquired an ever-greater ability to discern ever-more subtle distinctions in the perception of its environment (as perceived by its evolving physical senses). As this process continued and the spectrum of discernable stimulii expanded into ever-more breadth and depth, there arose, at some point, a need for additional layers of representation that could supplement the specific sensory channels of perception. I believe that supplemental layer to be Language.
Language is what affords us our ability to _MAKE SENSE_ of that overwhelming barrage of stimulus with which OurWorld presents us from moment to moment. Because we (as instances of HomoSapienSquared) do _NOT_ operate directly upon OurWorld - repeat: The Map Is _Not_ The Territory. Because you and I function upon TheWorld _only_ through our own InternalRepresentations thereof. Thus, for all intents and purposes, our InternalRepresentations _ARE_ OurWorld. .....
..... ahhhh, and yes, I have digressed somewhat from my initial outcome, so allow me to get back on track: ExtensionsOfConsciousness. : )
Alright, so quickly now, lets jump through this ..... Language evolves as a means of supplementing the physical senses - it both includes and encompasses them (ie. is Meta to them) - Language is _about_ the other senses (defining what it is they perceive) - thus our Experience of TheWorld is _Mediated_ through Language - thus Language is a Meta-Representational System (it provides a reference, it _IS_ TheMap). Furthermore, Language is _inherently_ _SELF-referential_ (we use Language to _talk about_ Language). I submit that it is this persistent and integral self-referential nature of Language which constitutes this phenomenon we know of as 'thought'.
So: Language Mediates Thought.
Language -> Thought.
Thought -> Language.
Thus: Language <-> Thought. [equivalence].
Language _DEFINES_ OurWorld.
Language _CREATES_ OurWorld.
And so, my friends, know ye all that:
Language _IS_ Magic.
And thus, the greater our command of Language, the greater the flexibility with which we are able to respond to and participate in ThisEternalSplendour which is OurWorld.
And so, in conclusion ..... WhatIsTheInvisibleCollege?
TheInvisibleCollege is an Extension of our _Collective_ Consciousnesses. It is that space where we, as a _group_, may pool our collective, cognitive resources - knowing that, in doing so, we become more than the sum of our parts. Synergylicious, baby.
Because _Thinking/Languaging_ is what we, as humans, do. It is an integral, and hard-wired aspect of our physiologies - it defines us [literally!(sapien squared, baby)].
We name and label and define, we quantify and measure, we analyse and compare ... we dissect things, divide things into component parts, we study the elements and seek out the webs of relationships which, we feel, must connect everything everywhere somehow ... we assign aspects and attributes, characteristics, the functions they serve and how they serve them ..... and then, eventually, it seems that in the end, our focus is drawn always to The Origins, To Genesis - and we ask: where did it come from? how did it get here? for what Purpose? and, after all other questions have been answered, there will remain always TheOneEternalQuestion ............ Why?
thanks for reading : )
sven aka epic hiro.
As hominid physiology evolved, it acquired an ever-greater ability to discern ever-more subtle distinctions in the perception of its environment (as perceived by its evolving physical senses). As this process continued and the spectrum of discernable stimulii expanded into ever-more breadth and depth, there arose, at some point, a need for additional layers of representation that could supplement the specific sensory channels of perception. I believe that supplemental layer to be Language.
Language is what affords us our ability to _MAKE SENSE_ of that overwhelming barrage of stimulus with which OurWorld presents us from moment to moment. Because we (as instances of HomoSapienSquared) do _NOT_ operate directly upon OurWorld - repeat: The Map Is _Not_ The Territory. Because you and I function upon TheWorld _only_ through our own InternalRepresentations thereof. Thus, for all intents and purposes, our InternalRepresentations _ARE_ OurWorld. .....
..... ahhhh, and yes, I have digressed somewhat from my initial outcome, so allow me to get back on track: ExtensionsOfConsciousness. : )
Alright, so quickly now, lets jump through this ..... Language evolves as a means of supplementing the physical senses - it both includes and encompasses them (ie. is Meta to them) - Language is _about_ the other senses (defining what it is they perceive) - thus our Experience of TheWorld is _Mediated_ through Language - thus Language is a Meta-Representational System (it provides a reference, it _IS_ TheMap). Furthermore, Language is _inherently_ _SELF-referential_ (we use Language to _talk about_ Language). I submit that it is this persistent and integral self-referential nature of Language which constitutes this phenomenon we know of as 'thought'.
So: Language Mediates Thought.
Language -> Thought.
Thought -> Language.
Thus: Language <-> Thought. [equivalence].
Language _DEFINES_ OurWorld.
Language _CREATES_ OurWorld.
And so, my friends, know ye all that:
Language _IS_ Magic.
And thus, the greater our command of Language, the greater the flexibility with which we are able to respond to and participate in ThisEternalSplendour which is OurWorld.
And so, in conclusion ..... WhatIsTheInvisibleCollege?
TheInvisibleCollege is an Extension of our _Collective_ Consciousnesses. It is that space where we, as a _group_, may pool our collective, cognitive resources - knowing that, in doing so, we become more than the sum of our parts. Synergylicious, baby.
Because _Thinking/Languaging_ is what we, as humans, do. It is an integral, and hard-wired aspect of our physiologies - it defines us [literally!(sapien squared, baby)].
We name and label and define, we quantify and measure, we analyse and compare ... we dissect things, divide things into component parts, we study the elements and seek out the webs of relationships which, we feel, must connect everything everywhere somehow ... we assign aspects and attributes, characteristics, the functions they serve and how they serve them ..... and then, eventually, it seems that in the end, our focus is drawn always to The Origins, To Genesis - and we ask: where did it come from? how did it get here? for what Purpose? and, after all other questions have been answered, there will remain always TheOneEternalQuestion ............ Why?
thanks for reading : )
sven aka epic hiro.
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