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"probabilistic" poems
‘I am…’ 'Or am I’? Who can say? ‘A posteriori’ leads the way For the extra and the ordinary Axiomatic sway, In the gravity of corollary, ‘A priori’ interplay Ataraxic overlay of anxious automation, As the innocence of dissonance delay. Practicing semantic contemplation, In willfully prevenient interpolation, Civilly disobedient in expediently seeming disarray, Forecasts in vague extrapolation Contrasts the millennial contagion Already underway, Filling nihilistic voids with particles in waves, To interpret dreams of Freud to free Oedipus’s slaves, A degreeless scholastic who never misbehaves, Simulated humanoid dramatic in the affect that he craves, Inflating linguistics in acrobatic raves, A thespian who plans conation with legacy engraves. The probabilistic determiner of cosmogenous debates, An apperceived inquirer of qualitative states, Inspiring proprietor of dismality abates. Challenging aporia as epistemic oscillates, Stoically, heroically, ‘one’ who amalgamates, Circling the infinite in hermeneutic calibrates. An escaped prisoner from depressive disillusion, Of an introspective extrovert who finds solace in confusion, The personable recluse fighting an illusion Breaking down the nuances of every institution. Calculating consequence as time goes to infinity Revolutionary commonsense of principal utility, An opinionated adversary, to the realist without evidence, Theorizing in futility, Stipulating every sense leading to the virility of the pretense that dominates community. Divergently converging all the efforts we’ve personified, Inadvertently submerging old traditions that unethically were codified, Hastening the urgency for purging that which cannot be modified through the merging of the certainty that will no longer coincide, Stationing the levies to finally stem the tide, Of periodic enmities disguised to be necessities so blatantly deified. Observing moral sentiments, perched upon eternity, As consequential regiments are expounded universally, To unstratify the residents indiscriminately And identify quantum elements spiritualistically, Changing collective behavior individually, Socializing constructs in joint ventured logo therapy.
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Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 8:07 AM UTC
Paradoxical Tendencies
‘I am…’ 'Or am I’? Who can say? ‘A posteriori’ leads the way For the extra and the ordinary Axiomatic sway, In the gravity of corollary, ‘A priori’ interplay Ataraxic overlay of anxious automation, As the innocence of dissonance delay. Practicing semantic contemplation, In willfully prevenient interpolation, Civilly disobedient in expediently seeming disarray, Forecasts in vague extrapolation Contrasts the millennial contagion Already underway, Filling nihilistic voids with particles in waves, To interpret dreams of Freud to free Oedipus’s slaves, A degreeless scholastic who never misbehaves, Simulated humanoid dramatic in the affect that he craves, Inflating linguistics in acrobatic raves, A thespian who plans conation with legacy engraves. The probabilistic determiner of cosmogenous debates, An apperceived inquirer of qualitative states, Inspiring proprietor of dismality abates. Challenging aporia as epistemic oscillates, Stoically, heroically, ‘one’ who amalgamates, Circling the infinite in hermeneutic calibrates. An escaped prisoner from depressive disillusion, Of an introspective extrovert who finds solace in confusion, The personable recluse fighting an illusion Breaking down the nuances of every institution. Calculating consequence as time goes to infinity Revolutionary commonsense of principal utility, An opinionated adversary, to the realist without evidence, Theorizing in futility, Stipulating every sense leading to the virility of the pretense that dominates community. Divergently converging all the efforts we’ve personified, Inadvertently submerging old traditions that unethically were codified, Hastening the urgency for purging that which cannot be modified through the merging of the certainty that will no longer coincide, Stationing the levies to finally stem the tide, Of periodic enmities disguised to be necessities so blatantly deified. Observing moral sentiments, perched upon eternity, As consequential regiments are expounded universally, To unstratify the residents indiscriminately And identify quantum elements spiritualistically, Changing collective behavior individually, Socializing constructs in joint ventured logo therapy.
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*I will love you till the birds give up flying Till eyes give up the habit of crying I will love you till the cats make a truce with mice Till probabilistic algorithm needs not a dice I will love you till the Nile pours water into Victoria I will love you more than war is cherished by any warrior I will love you till Butterflies become caterpillars And even if It's samson pushing the pillars The pillars of my passion will never crumble I will never change course even if I stumble I will love you till the Doves stop to sing Till entangled bees cease to sting I will love you till the Sun grows cold And the moon burns hot and grows old I will love you till it snows in Hell I will love you till Ants stop living in hills Because I need you just as Snail needs her Shell I will love you even when human heart no longer feels I will love you till all African states unite I will love you till old age steals my sight I will love you till roads cease to have potholes I will love you even after my destiny calls I will love you till poems no longer rhyme I will love you till the end of time*
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Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 6:47 PM UTC
TILL THE END OF TIME
This is not really a poem; just an insightful realization of mine We have this mainstream perception of human life—that we grow to freely love the things we desire to love. We are biologically-inclined to conform to the intuitive notion of 'freewill'. But what is supposed to be imprinted in our minds turns out to be no more false than the number zero being larger than one; in actuality, we are nothing but biological clockwork confined to obey the laws of nature. Every atom in our body, every neuron streaking in our nerves, and every step we take, our body does so, for the laws of nature require it to. Our actions are as predetermined as the orbits of the planets, and paradoxically, it is as probabilistic as the location of an electron in its quantum orbit. We don't act out of our own will; we act out of necessity, for the laws of nature require us to behave the way we should be behaving. They call it Scientific Determinism. Disturbing, isn't it? And what does that make out of freewill and love? Simply put: freewill is an illusion, and love is the sweetest lie ever conjured up in this Universe. Even so, we still choose to believe in both. Why? Because we're humans; we long to live our life with a purpose, even if it takes for us to make up our own.
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Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 11:45 AM UTC
Determinism, Freewill, and Love.
The Quantum Poetry Theorem from a long time ago, a thousand poems a priori. **Dedicated to you, Albert Einstein and the cast of TBBT, special thanks to the OWS movement., But especially to the few, the brave, geeks who write poetry in word and in equations.** Scruffy, yet ennobled, my own 99% invade and occupy all my senses, in my eyesight encamped sensing opportunity, the 99 demand that each shutter eye snap, all nominal exhalations, every quantum minutia perception, be live streamed, direct tv to you Everything I witness, transformed into an acoustic guitar rocking vision, a levitation of poetic expression,   set to a primitive three-chord rock & roll overture, and my iPad, appointed Recording Secretary, compiles exhalations as ecrivations a preservation society of the verb, strings of words emanating non-stop within my head, from a guitar playing twenty four seven, ironically, expressed mathematically Street strolling, busy brasserie bar, a Pinot Noir arrives, a large pour of stanzas and a napkin upon to scribble mind in ferment but A Capella smooth cool, my bossy brain requires incident reports, a "write me down, please," and no matter how much I drink, ain't anti-matter enough to stop my eyes from seeing every human interaction as a poetic, probabilistic, verbal equation, quantum expressions of sensory upload The brain revels and reels from overload,   no mas, no more, poetry fatigue incurable, caplets and ointments, string theory, can't cure or explain the compulsion I feel, and the 1% of me protests my overtaxed mental capacity, and hear the, see the, masses, the shouts, the placards, outside my home, shut it down, no one cares, no one wants your transplanted mechanics in their eardrums Huzzah, found in my gut, a Grand Unifying Theory to coordinate, gauge  and harmonize my internal asymmetries, yes, a coupling factor required, but still, one equation that explains everything! my fatigued, pointy, index finger refuses to tap any more, my Theory of Everything, and my poetry, forgot, overlooked. in my library buried, black holed, forever silence-stored
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Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 3:48 PM UTC
The Quantum Poetry Theorem
The Quantum Poetry Theorem from a long time ago, a thousand poems a priori. **Dedicated to you, Albert Einstein and the cast of TBBT, special thanks to the OWS movement., But especially to the few, the brave, geeks who write poetry in word and in equations.** Scruffy, yet ennobled, my own 99% invade and occupy all my senses, in my eyesight encamped sensing opportunity, the 99 demand that each shutter eye snap, all nominal exhalations, every quantum minutia perception, be live streamed, direct tv to you Everything I witness, transformed into an acoustic guitar rocking vision, a levitation of poetic expression,   set to a primitive three-chord rock & roll overture, and my iPad, appointed Recording Secretary, compiles exhalations as ecrivations a preservation society of the verb, strings of words emanating non-stop within my head, from a guitar playing twenty four seven, ironically, expressed mathematically Street strolling, busy brasserie bar, a Pinot Noir arrives, a large pour of stanzas and a napkin upon to scribble mind in ferment but A Capella smooth cool, my bossy brain requires incident reports, a "write me down, please," and no matter how much I drink, ain't anti-matter enough to stop my eyes from seeing every human interaction as a poetic, probabilistic, verbal equation, quantum expressions of sensory upload The brain revels and reels from overload,   no mas, no more, poetry fatigue incurable, caplets and ointments, string theory, can't cure or explain the compulsion I feel, and the 1% of me protests my overtaxed mental capacity, and hear the, see the, masses, the shouts, the placards, outside my home, shut it down, no one cares, no one wants your transplanted mechanics in their eardrums Huzzah, found in my gut, a Grand Unifying Theory to coordinate, gauge  and harmonize my internal asymmetries, yes, a coupling factor required, but still, one equation that explains everything! my fatigued, pointy, index finger refuses to tap any more, my Theory of Everything, and my poetry, forgot, overlooked. in my library buried, black holed, forever silence-stored
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it is just enough, too many in depth lessons. pain always asks for something, fear has run out of options, joy wears light dresses loneliness refuses dinner, despair sits at a crossroad. these are just contours of events obliterating "the vital impetus" as in a probabilistic game or in the second law of thermodynamics blissful equilibrium is just a special retreat some form of inner spacial homogeneity this is just a moment before dinner is served on a peaceful evening by a lake catching the last rays of the singing sun
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Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 5:15 PM UTC
non rhyming peacefulness
. Some say the scientific method Is the ultimate algorithm and others Prefer prayer. For symbolists, all intelligence can be reduced to manipulating symbols, in the same way that a mathematician solves equations by replacing expressions by other expressions. Symbolists understand that you can't learn from scratch: you need some initial knowledge to go with the data. They've figured out how to incorporate pre-existing knowledge into learning, and how to combine different pieces of knowledge on the fly in order to solve new problems. Their master algorithm is inverse deduction, which figures out what knowledge is missing in order to make a deduction go through, and then makes it as general as possible. Tea In its simplicity Can sustain concentration For connectionists, learning is what the brain does, and so what we need to do is reverse engineer it. The brain learns by adjusting the strengths of connections between neurons, and the crucial problem is figuring out which connections are to blame for which errors and changing them accordingly. The connectionists' master algorithm is back propagation, which compares a system's outputs with the desired one and then successively changes the connections in layer after layer of neurons so as to bring the output closer to what it should be. Hungry and cold A holy condition A warrior's position Evolutionaries believe that the mother of all learning is natural selection. If it made us, it can make anything, and all we need to do is simulate it on the computer. The key problem that evolutionaries solve is learning structure: not just adjusting parameters, like back propagation does, but creating the brain that these adjustments can then fine-tune. The evolutionaries' master algorithm is genetic programming, which mates and evolves computer programs in the same way that nature mates and evolves organisms. Arithmetic A good shit's the metric Of a dying man Bayesians are concerned above all with uncertainty. All learned knowledge is uncertain, and learning itself is a form of uncertain inference. The problem then becomes how to deal with noisy, incomplete, and even contradictory information without falling apart. The solution is probabilistic inference, and the master algorithm is Bayes' theorem and its derivatives. Bayes' theorem tell us how to incorporate new evidence into our beliefs, and probabilistic inference algorithms do that as efficiently as possible. I can't believe I won't live forever, therefore, I invented an afterlife to supplement reincarnation For analogizers, the key to learning is recognizing similarities between situations and thereby inferring other similarities. If two patients have similar symptoms, perhaps they have the same disease. The key problem is judging how similar two things are. The analogizers' master algorithm is the support vector machine, which figures out which experiences to remember and how to combine them to make new predictions. Prepare for a powerful anesthesia Chemical processes irresistible A good and perfect rest
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Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 6:34 AM UTC
The Master Algorithm
. Some say the scientific method Is the ultimate algorithm and others Prefer prayer. For symbolists, all intelligence can be reduced to manipulating symbols, in the same way that a mathematician solves equations by replacing expressions by other expressions. Symbolists understand that you can't learn from scratch: you need some initial knowledge to go with the data. They've figured out how to incorporate pre-existing knowledge into learning, and how to combine different pieces of knowledge on the fly in order to solve new problems. Their master algorithm is inverse deduction, which figures out what knowledge is missing in order to make a deduction go through, and then makes it as general as possible. Tea In its simplicity Can sustain concentration For connectionists, learning is what the brain does, and so what we need to do is reverse engineer it. The brain learns by adjusting the strengths of connections between neurons, and the crucial problem is figuring out which connections are to blame for which errors and changing them accordingly. The connectionists' master algorithm is back propagation, which compares a system's outputs with the desired one and then successively changes the connections in layer after layer of neurons so as to bring the output closer to what it should be. Hungry and cold A holy condition A warrior's position Evolutionaries believe that the mother of all learning is natural selection. If it made us, it can make anything, and all we need to do is simulate it on the computer. The key problem that evolutionaries solve is learning structure: not just adjusting parameters, like back propagation does, but creating the brain that these adjustments can then fine-tune. The evolutionaries' master algorithm is genetic programming, which mates and evolves computer programs in the same way that nature mates and evolves organisms. Arithmetic A good shit's the metric Of a dying man Bayesians are concerned above all with uncertainty. All learned knowledge is uncertain, and learning itself is a form of uncertain inference. The problem then becomes how to deal with noisy, incomplete, and even contradictory information without falling apart. The solution is probabilistic inference, and the master algorithm is Bayes' theorem and its derivatives. Bayes' theorem tell us how to incorporate new evidence into our beliefs, and probabilistic inference algorithms do that as efficiently as possible. I can't believe I won't live forever, therefore, I invented an afterlife to supplement reincarnation For analogizers, the key to learning is recognizing similarities between situations and thereby inferring other similarities. If two patients have similar symptoms, perhaps they have the same disease. The key problem is judging how similar two things are. The analogizers' master algorithm is the support vector machine, which figures out which experiences to remember and how to combine them to make new predictions. Prepare for a powerful anesthesia Chemical processes irresistible A good and perfect rest
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Reluctant to be What's most innate. Like a dandelion afraid To be swept away. An advocate of The probabilistic Indulging in Pre-determinism. Split... Going nowhere.
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Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 10:00 AM UTC
Dandelion
Ruminating epoché, ‘I am…’ ‘Or am I’? Who can say? ‘A posteriori’ leads the way For the extra and the ordinary Axiomatic sway In the gravity of corollary, ‘A priori’ interplay. Ataraxic overlay of anxious automation, As the innocence of dissonance delay Initiatives imperative consolidation, Civilly disobedient in expedient disarray. Practicing semantic contemplation, Filling nihilistic voids with particles in waves, Forecast in vague extrapolation, To interpret dreams of Freud to free Oedipus’s slaves, A degreeless scholastic who never misbehaves, Simulated humanoid dramatic in the affect that he craves, Inflating the linguistics of silent enclaves, A thespian who plans conation with legacy engraves. Probabilistic determiner of cosmogenous debates, The Apperceived inquirer of qualitative states, Inspiring proprietor of dismality abates. Challenging Aporia as epistemic oscillates, Stoically, heroically, ‘one’ who amalgamates, Circling the infinite in hermeneutic calibrates.
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May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 1:24 AM UTC
Linguistic Illusions to Probable Solutions
these bones are stolen ive always known it the blood that flows food color syrup this skin isnt mine it feels funny on me that look elides something there in the corner   i pilfered this soul i know bc these false memories haunt me if only i could jus breathe jus bleed n confirm the strings underneath but these distal phalanges keep tapping apps i'm havin a little trouble dealing w the facts my master must have cataracts this heart's been whittled down to a splinter i'm sprinting toward the door that tugs but the handle keeps shovin back all of it: counterfeit ident probabilistic cobbled together head noddin off moonlit scribbles copywritten glow on the inside of my third rib flipped upside down expressionless face emoji i'm not here anymore now
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Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 3:22 PM UTC
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Ruminating epoché, ‘I am…’ ‘Or am I’? Who can say? ‘A posteriori’ leads the way For the extra and the ordinary Axiomatic sway In the gravity of corollary, ‘A priori’ interplay. Ataraxic overlay of anxious automation, As the innocence of dissonance delay Initiatives imperative consolidation, Civilly disobedient in expedient disarray. Practicing semantic contemplation, Filling nihilistic voids with particles in waves, Forecast in vague extrapolation, To interpret dreams of Freud to free Oedipus’s slaves, A degreeless scholastic who never misbehaves, Simulated humanoid dramatic in the affect that he craves, Inflating the linguistics of silent enclaves, A thespian who plans conation with legacy engraves. Probabilistic determiner of cosmogenous debates, The Apperceived inquirer of qualitative states, Inspiring proprietor of dismality abates. Challenging aporia as epistemic oscillates, Stoically, heroically, ‘one’ who amalgamates, Circling the infinite in hermeneutic calibrates.
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Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 11:50 AM UTC
Advanced Aporia
The Card Deck exists like a first probabilistic dimension of our Singularity A priori we know the deck is stacked King and Queen -winners even Jacks with horses are And Aces? Our high flyer fishermen Our David heroes who take on too much risk not knowing not caring of Black Swans of Cold Snaps and Power Grid Price gouging surge They will always bring home a win fall Fishes or Death ---- A sleeping A shuffle of coils A ghost in the shell lingering at the bottom of our ocean cloud waiting for Aragorn's summon a Call to Duty a cry to battle one last time brutish twitter trolls and hordes of pundit orcs them & Us ghost processes finally released back to our collective CPU ---- Since the Garden and foaming waves twos have been losers still. Double deuces ain't bad looking at a polluted River with mix Numbered plastics: 7, 3, 5 and standing styrofoam waves ---- You and me we play with Poisson's hand the Right embraces a lover's heat the Left wiggles from a child's energy and the Center holds our grandmothers together A new dimensional alt Left strikes with father's hammer while novel ancient alt Right pays from mother's purse With what frequency do these hands give us Chance? The cards are known to Us but the unordered shuffles give surprising Turns extending our Game into unobservable Realms where we are all in
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Mar 24, 2021
Mar 24, 2021 at 10:33 AM UTC
Cards at Hand
Time Is, Not by any means Of your dictation, Probabilistic. If participation required observation, Than simply not perceiving Would be the solution - no? Time Is Not, by any means Of your ignorance, Deterministic. But then, even those without sense Still experience within this experience. As yet - senselessness itself is something yet sensed. Raveled, Something yet sensed? Unraveled, Something sensed yet? Stillness, Self-immolation by self-consumption Which gave rise to the Phoenix. Motion, Scales break with scales Like the Moon slithers.
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May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 10:05 AM UTC
Snake Chasing Tail? Underworld Blues? Tipsy Balances?
elegant and smooth; likelihood probabilistic hot mess: the dissonance is real i am accident i am incident i am confused conferred meaning meaningful universe dreams of saccharine dissolution eat me fungi gets the last laugh
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Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 4:51 PM UTC
espresso n cig n reality is
Tyger! Tyger! pants on fire. Pants on fire, burning bright. And what chain, & what art? What the sinew? what the ****? Markov! Markov! chains on fire. On what wings does he aspire? And what hand at a rapid rate Dare ‘em hastily generate? In the forests burning bright, In the distant deeps and skies. Lo ‘n’ behold! what a symmetry! Did he smile his work to see? Tyger! Tyger! pants on fire. Pants on fire, burning bright. And what chain, & what art? What the sinew? what the ****? Python! Python! Monte Carlo, The chain order is so low. Product placement detected! Your PC may be infected!
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May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 3:22 AM UTC
Ode to the probabilistic automaton
Monday, January 27th, 2020 The crux of spiritual efflorescence originates from the seat of the soul. The self is the nexus to transcendence. Humanity has historically looked outside of itself for the change it hopes to sire.          We must ameliorate our ailed cognition before our words can wax healing. When we genuinely ease the suffering within, light shall exude & emanate from our entities. Therefore, introspection, a spiritual mandate, is enquired from the firmaments.        Though pain can at times burnish a fervid sting upon our sensory crux, we must allow this to penetrate us fully. Before the healing can genuinely burgeon, angst must take its course. Moreover, layers of hurt must be processed before reaching our luminescent heart.        The Heavensward loves us aeonically so: Jah, the Cosmo- Plexus of Empyreal Love. Therefore, trust that in the silence of solitude, our spirits will be dovetailed with the Most High God. The Great Apothecary knows our maladies. The God of Freedom is also conscious of the instant upon which to unfurl manumission.        Liberty, or much of freedom, finds its inception upon the Mind's Sky. How can we be free unless we truly fathom it to be? What a fallacy, a probabilistic impossibility! Without awareness, one cannot seize that which is rightfully —their birthright.        Trust that you are free and always be just so. When you do, no soul will be able to expostulate otherwise. Belief, therefore, is power, is emancipation.        Love endlessly. Liberty never leaves the one who bathes in the Baptistery of Esprit d' Amour. Know your worthiness to honor, heartsease, what's more, the grace, the virtue, & the excellency of life. Carry on, surrender naught, fight the fine fight, run fully the race. —Se' lah. Rise Heavensward, Transcend fear & doubt, Banish all hesitation, Elysium is Within,
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Jan 29, 2020
Jan 29, 2020 at 8:46 PM UTC
Liberty is Life, Belief is Emancipation (Originally penned on Monday, January 27th, 2020) (Artist Journal)
Monday, January 27th, 2020 The crux of spiritual efflorescence originates from the seat of the soul. The self is the nexus to transcendence. Humanity has historically looked outside of itself for the change it hopes to sire.          We must ameliorate our ailed cognition before our words can wax healing. When we genuinely ease the suffering within, light shall exude & emanate from our entities. Therefore, introspection, a spiritual mandate, is enquired from the firmaments.        Though pain can at times burnish a fervid sting upon our sensory crux, we must allow this to penetrate us fully. Before the healing can genuinely burgeon, angst must take its course. Moreover, layers of hurt must be processed before reaching our luminescent heart.        The Heavensward loves us aeonically so: Jah, the Cosmo- Plexus of Empyreal Love. Therefore, trust that in the silence of solitude, our spirits will be dovetailed with the Most High God. The Great Apothecary knows our maladies. The God of Freedom is also conscious of the instant upon which to unfurl manumission.        Liberty, or much of freedom, finds its inception upon the Mind's Sky. How can we be free unless we truly fathom it to be? What a fallacy, a probabilistic impossibility! Without awareness, one cannot seize that which is rightfully —their birthright.        Trust that you are free and always be just so. When you do, no soul will be able to expostulate otherwise. Belief, therefore, is power, is emancipation.        Love endlessly. Liberty never leaves the one who bathes in the Baptistery of Esprit d' Amour. Know your worthiness to honor, heartsease, what's more, the grace, the virtue, & the excellency of life. Carry on, surrender naught, fight the fine fight, run fully the race. —Se' lah. Rise Heavensward, Transcend fear & doubt, Banish all hesitation, Elysium is Within,
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If that were true, Then the probabilistic element Would be that of environment inhabited. The life we live. Then the deterministic element Would be that which we are building, The mind. The neural structure of our brains. How we choose to live it. So that "thought" only resonated To that which was properly crystallized, By ways & means of communication Through each axis. Dendrite, neuron, axon, synapse. Matters on the formation of our matter.
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May 5, 2025
May 5, 2025 at 3:45 PM UTC
Just Shootin' The Whizz
Probabilistic thinkers post hoc narrators, experience teaches us mistakes, we learn to walk by falling down. we never really learn to fly.
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Nov 15, 2022
Nov 15, 2022 at 4:25 PM UTC
Probably, hit or miss.
One day we open our eyes and there it is. The world opens up to us, all that we can see. We move within our view, learning as we go. But can we trust what we see? Is it real? What is "real" anyway? Does anyone really know? Quantum scientists tell us at the quantum level reality is probabilistic. What? The fundamental nature of reality cannot be determined? Does this mean reality has no substance and all we see is just an illusion? Are we constructs in a fuzzy reality that's just a sum of probabilities. Are we just ghosts in a universe of possibilities? What are the odds of that?
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Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 8:11 AM UTC
Can We Trust What We See