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I'm not angry I'm calculable. I'm a fathom. That phantoms are things that people would wish in themselves alludes me. We can talk past midnight and our hairs will grey and our all else will dust. But if the brain remains then we will have achieved something. And with a computer, too-- as if that time Jesus ascended-- we can travel somewhere that is not a country and it won't be strange, it will not be new. It will be as the same thing as everything else has always been: chance, calculable, a fathoming-- something called for a while ago by that first big thing with all the light, that first wiggling thing splitting into two (I skipped a few seconds), that fish walking, that ape talking this. Will you talk to me as if called for? It is not hard. It is any such kind of speech. You open your mouth, a sound.
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Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 7:28 PM UTC
Psychological Poem.
I'm not angry I'm calculable. I'm a fathom. That phantoms are things that people would wish in themselves alludes me. We can talk past midnight and our hairs will grey and our all else will dust. But if the brain remains then we will have achieved something. And with a computer, too-- as if that time Jesus ascended-- we can travel somewhere that is not a country and it won't be strange, it will not be new. It will be as the same thing as everything else has always been: chance, calculable, a fathoming-- something called for a while ago by that first big thing with all the light, that first wiggling thing splitting into two (I skipped a few seconds), that fish walking, that ape talking this. Will you talk to me as if called for? It is not hard. It is any such kind of speech. You open your mouth, a sound.
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Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 7:28 PM UTC
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