#default
Sometimes
Idk how to tell you how I’m feeling
Because I’m so use to
Giving the default response
-“ I’m doing good & you?”
Jun 5, 2023
Jun 5, 2023 at 1:58 AM UTC
What might we find if there were no lessons needing
learning,
no bait to not wait for ever to be
re
alized in the blink of an eye,
likka polish, a gloss
light flash active
pop
The shining being more subtile than any beast, eh?
You gnowad eyemean, o yew don'.
Once more, book of life with us in it, as words
and nada mas,
reconciled via bluetooth, keys to kingdoms
flow from my finger tips,
knocks are-were an swered swern sworn in a-mode, e-mode
zero-mode
ah, modern linguistics link us back the Burns and
wee beasties makom plans,
happy natal day misstress riddell
"'Tis done!" says Jove; so ends my story
Aug 13, 2020
Aug 13, 2020 at 5:54 PM UTC
2020 - day 160
Monday, June 8, 2020
6:46 AM
Dissipated selves linger, ghost-like,
suggesting no new motives toward sur
rendering my heart and mind to spiritual,
haunting dreads, from
others interferring as rioters in mobs
so far away as to be
non materially consequential,
immaterial matrickulaters and haters of those
peaceful
stochastic bits of me, extending beyond
my reach,
as I was taught, a man's grip ought not
exceed his grasp.
A man's grasp must extend his reach, as
knowing expands my point,
hold on
do not let go
re
ify me, ifier, ify me, make me hold this truth,
self
evidence, of exceeding complexity phasing out
in an alluvial fan at the bottom of the fall.
❧
Escape velocity, achieved, see the glimmer...
pop. Fear, as false evidence appearing real,
comes clowning into the per
ifery, with haps, suggested I
happen to see a you reflection in me,
touch, eh
weak to strong to breakout, as when
a farmer breaks a dam to loose the flow,
click
electrical and chemical process-easy to imagine,
from now, limenal
information
lingering from ads absorbed for seventy years,
be a man
smoke Camels
be cool, smoke Kools,
be peaceful and green, smoke Salems
be separated from the common filters, smoke
Parliaments with the recessed filter,
for discriminating taste, less tar.
be seen as longer than thy fellow smokers,
by a millimeter, a silly millimeter,
smoke Benson & Hedges 100s.
Spit Redman. Sublimenally, on my shoe.
Three doors, front and back and cuspidor, ha ha ha
-
what's a cuspidor, Grandpa?
Really? In public, in the halls of Congress?
Seems really gross, as in yechy.
Imagine the smell.
❧
A murmuration of sardines, or tiny noseeums, or starlings;
how much data is being fed into
the wee controlers of motion,
using seven degrees of separation
-- there is an algorithm,
boids, minimum distance
match velocity
move to center mass of neighboring seven
interacting as equals, but
do such birds
crap on one another?
Cellular automata, made living thoughts,
if you think life thoughts,
happened with no reason.
--- life is software
Rule 110 for class four cellular automata
in seers see where darkness was and wonder,
what would this reveal outside
the edge between order and chaos?
a phase transition in a heaping scoop of sugar
slipping into my coffee,
seeming to change the taste ... see
Disney-if-ication, drawn from a silly song you
can never un get, once it gets used
metaphorically on a difficult
person who thinks wrong.
❧
Be entertained by the nobel's
jewels...
struggling to overcome, come over, entropification,
bursting into ever
as if
nothing
is real, and we feel it
we, me and my seven touch points
❧
knapping is a step
by
step knack passed along by seeing
and doing,
those who see and do, see more life,
"I came that they might have life, and that,
more abundantly."
Practice, patience makes practice possible.
Once the way is known,
epigenetical throat clearing noises made
the teacher
imagine drinking knowing straight from god
for showing how,
{like those gurus who claim snot is brain juice with gut messages}
to find
edges, between big gap, ligandary leap
speak
foxpeatwogene meme, mimic try
we do get by, thinking past the next imagined by
the mass of enculturated human flesh
eating itself alive, from fears
loosed to drive the heard,
to the edge
Stone knapping, see, this knack my grandpa had
ai ai ai, mustathought that
in code, rule 111,
there were no words we knew how to say
this is the body of knowing,
this is the bubble of mutual being,
this is spaceship earth, coming online, all hands on deck...
pass it on... we are no neutral observants to a realm,
realized long before there were words for
right and wrong, once the purpose
became living to learn to teach,
how to live,
once again, now, this becomes the knowable why, this
is the reason
things are ... at all, balanced
on the edge,
of any universal
reality....
see, we get what we see, it is many levels deeper,
the reason for that, is many plexities deeper,
but
we had to learn to speak your thoughts.
"the same yesterday, the same today,
the same forever, is"
an idea en and in corporating
conservation of energy in its ever dominant position
in opposition to entropy,
in
thus, the good versus evil trope, where death is evil
and living is good...
breaks out from Disney-ified,
ifery-wishery
trippy tropes to insert non-player observers who steer,
pilot,
infantile minds making distinction
of sharp and dull
"between soul and spirit", judge the message as the messenger,
in a word,
by being a word,
two-d between tweened being, double minded, as an
egg the size of the bubble of knowns, think:
deep space looks like those big detergent and corn syrup
bubbles sweeping in a dance following your
seeing eye, hearing words now, where, a while ago
you could have seen that guy
on the beach making bubbles so huge they swallowed us
whole
and here is the edge of reality and what we imagine.
Word worlds of pure, merest of mere, in formative goo
see, do, see doe, see, see, see
spot
run, fetch the thread we started with, aha
edges, once past, appear as threads in future patterns...
the day is fast approaching
when we,
the we who find our names in the book life keeps,
we bet on reason being balance...
we cheated, knowing we won,
having read the book before the movie,
and we became,
we trans-formed our mind, as if oil left a film
of frictionless space
we fit right in
between the inner and outer bubble, see, look,
that big bubble walled in Dawn and Kayro,
we watched the bubble man make
{beach bubblers are faithful to Dawn, for the Exxon Valdez ads}
that bubble
is two conforming bubbles, one in the other, and
in
between the walls of those bubbles, is water,
liquid flowing water,
I think life is like that out where order and chaos phase
shift at a human scale, see
on the surface of the earth, amidst coast chapparel in spring,
I am watching life being done on all sides,
counting my center as one point,
I have seven points to project perception through,
this may be the quantum foam of universes, seen up close,
and we effect slight sight tugs or shoves and a neuronic
approach to create
an ifity network of knowns,
anonymous in ever after,
but a happy place.
My point in being.
It has life every where you can imagine looking.
It was here when I got here,
so nothing I did deserved this,
this rest of the story,
after the maze, my self evidence flowing into expansive reality never
earned, via service, not my pay for
right usefulness having,
been made of me,
my being
good for something. Having a knack, or a green thumb,
no,
but I was an amusing child.
And
amusing children are assumed good, by the goodness in us,
not the goodness in them,
they are good for nothing but the medicine laughter brings
from a truly happy child.
- perceptron, eh? mebbe exclusive-or gates, xor-gates,
- support vector machines favor Feynman's series 4 NANDs
- time travel back into favor, default mode, on a grand scale
- neuronic capital interest come
- pounding
- on your door
- think harder, pay attention, once the rest is known,
- no body forgets the point in getting there.
Right, activate knowledge wholistic algorithm, give Turing his due.
❧
We alter the unfolding of the universe, somebody said,
in the per-ifery of possible attention
holding places,
handles for grasping and gripping to hold still,
a
moment,
con sci useness, settles into sublime wonder, sound familiars
shhoo sue-serated edge, silken webbing
slipping through
-- look, see that lizard's blue belly? did you? I took a picture,
but the optical translation chip can't see that color.
pines whisper selah.
❧
Richard Feynman, bongo player in the band that built
the most famous mushroomcloud in history,
suggested to my mind, in a book, surely
you're joking, mr. feynman,
a sort of time travel information can handle,
a redo before next result
sort of action
and
that there may well be time to start all over.
He thought a series of not-and gates in the flow of time
might --- no
this was me meandering, NAND gates in threes
those were what I was thinking while Rupert Murdoch
layed out a priori assumptions, re
things in threes, spiritually having a point...
for me to ponder, remotely, and ... drift along in wonder ifity,
if the rest is not the perfect reason for growing old in 2020,
and not earlier... I don't know what is.
Jun 8, 2020
Jun 8, 2020 at 2:53 PM UTC
Choosing not to choose is still choosing
Just as not deciding is still deciding
Not taking the risk is still risky
The making of a default life — the comfortable misery
I don’t want to own my mistakes
I rather blame the world as an unfair place
Pointing someone as an escape for my own shame
Is like accepting my lot will always be the same
The effortless door — so wide and so light
While most right paths are battles needed for a fight
Sometimes, restrictions give the way to freedom
While too much freewill makes someone a prison
I then realized: the default is all my fault
I’m might not in control of most results
Yet, it’s not about getting the so-loved “success”
But, it’s me lovingly taking the so-hated “process”
Life in default settings is quite addictive
The cage of ease is to make-believe
Better to get the pain of today’s threats
In exchange for the pain of tomorrow’s regrets
Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 2:21 AM UTC
You've had all the queens
And i had all the kings
But we both defaulted.
We both reset.
We both launched.
It made us disperse.
Now we're stuck in ourselves
Mine isn't too bad
I am thankful.
I'm not sure about you.
How unfortunate.
Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 12:07 AM UTC
I was born to make a difference
Not to stay stagnant in the indifference
That is the default.
I never saw the point of being the basic
I'm just basic on the essential things
But when it comes for the rest
I'm very advanced
I will make sure the ones repressed will be at a freelance.
Hold your rifles diligently, i'm not calling to arms
Unless their only option is complete harm
We carry our hearts before the onslaught,
For their traps to be caught
Failing in the midst of revival.
The resistance is the greatest outcome humanity can ever create.
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 5:47 PM UTC