All is Not Lost, but Discipline

Language is a jug of comprehension teetering upon the edge of a mortal precipice of perspective beneath the endlessly-battering rains of subjective experience - and any waterfall of words can only possess its true meaning when it exactly fills the idea that spilled it. Its kung fu is foreign and rare, and it thrives in the invisible light of seclusion.

We certainly grow heartily—as stubborn weeds—in the depthless chasms between reality and awareness, but we can never grow strong within them. Left to the darkness of ignorance, the already-dim grow only ever more lost.... and content. I often wonder if it is not worse for humanity to collectively make only a little sense from time to time than to never make any sense at all.

A Short and Storied Tale of That Which is no Longer Tale nor Story

The three great devils smiled quietly together from the comfort of their small, remote circle. Their meeting openly was as rare as it was dangerous to their existence, but this was a day for celebration!

"Look at the immortal palace they have built from the brick and mortar of their minds," marveled the demon Q'uo. "Its perfect invisibility is marred by only the merest shadow of its most distant borders. If I were not myself a pillar of its foundation, I would doubt its very existence."

"Mmm, an effigy unequaled even by its eldest histories, indeed," beamed St. Atus, "though their magnificent machines are no match for the masterful machinations which always precede them. Each time I feel as if I have never before witnessed such fervent pride in self-enslavement, as if the weighty fog of blindness were a light and breathy heaven - a secret and blessed cloud which they have discovered and to which they have won ascension by impossible exertions of noble 'will.' Hah!" the fallen angel laughed, heartily. "Will!" 

"Truly, there is no reality we cannot achieve by accident, so long as we are sufficiently distracted from it," the third devil remarked, smiling. All three shared furtive, knowing smirks as the human continued, chuckling, "Well... perhaps except the one."

Oops, I Did It Again

I accidentally made eye contact and smiled at a stranger walking by me today. FUCK ME AND MY STUPID ASS! I forgot that only women or brainless ultra-vain gym rats have that right. 

Pardon me, miss - for reals. I forgot not to be human for a sec. It was a fucking accident, okay? 

Fucking feminism...

I Blinked

and I don't know why, but I had this stray thought about homelessness on the drive home tonight, and it got me traipsing down this deep-dark thought trail punctuated by musical tangents... like, what would it be like to have no access to music?

Can you imagine not being able to listen to your favorite songs AT ALL, much less whenever you want? No phone, no iPod, no computer, no headphones, no mp3s - not the good kind of silence where you're alone in nature, surrounded by trees and sunlight, the smells of fragrant flora and elemental earth, the faunal ambiance. It would be so horribly quiet of good sounds, and wouldn't that make all of the awful noise of humanity even louder? What would I have been like—and would I have even made it this far in life—if I hadn't had music to stimulate and expand my creative processes in my formative years?

While at first the thought-train's friction was generating altruisticity that made me want to go back to volunteering on a regular basis, the end of the line felt like a black hole filled with the haphazard tapestries of the homeless condition hopelessly tangled up in the tragic truths of a much stronger social machine to which catharsis is merely a masochistic gnat, and I realized—not for the first time, but for the first time from this thought vector—that this is yet another case of "nobody can unravel the former without first dismantling the latter." This all made me very sad, so I listened to this to focus my thoughts - because I can... which really only made me sadder. 

Brain Dump (Thanks T)

I have a weird theory

– that extroversion and introversion are opposite troughs of perceptive oscillation driven by the human condition—extroversion representing id: the fundamental drive to connect, love, contribute, be acknowledged/affirmed, exhibit tribal survival instincts—and moderated by the ultrarational components of individual consciousness—introversion representing supergo: will to be rational, to be organized and stable and balanced, to evolve beyond the limitations of the present state and to cultivate the skills and knowledge necessary to achieve as much—and that it is both normal and healthy to vary somewhere between the two extremes depending on the stage of growth - with a tendency toward extroversion when comfort is possible and comfort level is generally high, and toward introversion when impossible or less accessible.

... and here's where it gets crazy: that the whole mechanism is just another subroutine of our instinct to survive - one that effectively controls our basic drive to evolve beyond—or else relegate ourselves to—herd behavior based on a balance of rational comprehension + instinctual reaction to the present state of said herd.

(OK - it's actually not weird. I'm a huge psych nerd, and I'm pretty sure I'm right, but I try to explain it to people and their compulsion to defend their own behavior on one spectrum or the other takes over any rational process that might otherwise exist).

The ramifications get pretty intense when you extrapolate the idea to account for the way modern human society treats (pun intended) antisocial "disorders," too. This could bite our species in the ass someday.

I can only hope.

Fruta

The sexiest fruit is the Western Cuban papaya, for sure - but, damn, I just love the way apples sweat.

What IS "Time," REALLY?

Now that my generation has had the chance to be enticed-slash-overwhelmingly-confused by (a few of) the (more obvious, greatly simplified, often "creatively" portrayed) physics concepts touched upon in "Interstellar," I'm beginning to encounter—IN REAL LIFE—the occasional curious novice mind suddenly open to exhaling that first lung full of stagnant amniotic ignorance, soon to (hopefully) swim naked through and beyond the vitreous ether of irrelevance - perhaps eventually breaking vigorously through its intellectual placenta and into scientific enlightenment! Cry for me, mind-babies!

This is all occurring at a mere trickle, admittedly, and—as per usual—reality hardly does my verbosity a smidgen of justice, but still - it's SOMETHING. I'll take it. Maybe I'll even entertain, for awhile, the ridiculous notion that my knowledge might be useful to humankind before my great-grandchildren's parrots' children are deceased. With that said, let us talk a bit about time. By "us," of course, I mean "me" (to myself), and by "time" I of course don't mean what you're probably thinking, but indulge me if you will - and, especially, indulge me if you won't.

TIME. It's our comprehension of the dynamic interactivity between entropic systems. Definitively, it's a continuously-variable coefficient containing the instantaneous configuration of all of the energy in the universe - but experientially, it's a process by which patterns self-infer at observable frequencies and magnitudes within chaotic systems. Our iterative cognitive cycles would not be possible if not for our brains' inherent ability to interact with time; it is the pragmatic skeleton of those parts of the universe that are most immediate to our existence and upon which our cognitive musculature is formed.



Time is ENTROPY. It's a linear wave of change that drives the lowest common frequency of our brain's perceptive functions. Atomic decay is the universe's clock, and our brains interact with those clock cycles on an arbitrary scale. Regardless of how fast or how slow they are actually occurring, we simplify our comprehension into a matter of space-between-cycles - and the smallest such space our brains are able to measure is the foundation of our concept of "time."

There are a lot of interesting theories on the relationship between time and consciousness. For instance: in a part of the universe with 10x higher temporal density than here on Earth, would our conscious minds fit our pre-existing notion of time to the new scale, effectively becoming 10x less efficient but preserving our subjective experience of our lives passing at a constant rate... or would they adapt to the new time scale, becoming 10x more efficient - or, would either option perhaps have the same result to our cognitive processes? We don't know. We may never know, either, because the gravitational forces necessary to significantly increase temporal density beyond that of Earth's would probably either kill us or else expose us to environmental conditions that would definitely kill us.

THAT'S WHY IT'S SO COOL!

Sometimes Synaesthesia Sings Simple Songs

Spent most of the day just writing, writing, writing, vomiting my mind out – and just now I realized it was all merely thought-sounds I could not quite put to form. 

Still can't, either, but this is close-ish.

I See Eggs

– Girls? Psh! I FIX.

 
 Studio B'me - "I See Eggs"

I see eggs....

I see eggs / Here there and everywhere / Hard shells soft gels / Love the way they smell yeah

I'm on cloud nine / They look so fine / Can't wait for scramble time

I kinda like the way that thing glints / Gotta take a glimpse / Body shaped like an ellipse / Pulling up to my stovetop so hot / You cook so hard like the way you boil off

I tap first, your shell cracks / Attracted to the way that you break that / Yo, I know you can't fake that / So bring it over here, so near I can touch that

One bite just isn't enough / I wanna have you fryin' it up / So drop ya protein down the side of my pan / You came from land, but my stomach has plans / So tasty yolk, c'mon out oh...

High Cooing

Anti-soda law,
You cannot hope to beat us!
But diabetes...

Christ on a fuckin'
Pseudointellectual
Ritz cracker, Batman!

Sage—and/or Other Herbal—Advice

When currying a proverbial fallow-colored horse, do not add verbal turmeric temerariously.

 

Teach Yourself to Have Killer Nerdgasms

Trying to spice up your nerd-life? Get experimental with some ionic bondage, and it could kick your chemistry into a higher atomic orbit!

Once Upon a Future Time, There Was ACTION

Power concedes nothing in the absence of demand -

and life is the only fundamental leverage.

RE: Brussels Bombings of 3/22/2016

The ability to fully comprehend *causality* is perhaps the most essential social quality of intelligent people. In either case, its absence is absolutely the most passively-damaging social phenomenon.

Take the Brussels bombings, for instance: to the layperson, it may simply appear to be the irrational but predictable behavior of deranged religious extremists. Of course, that's merely the cap of a causal pyramid built upon the foundation of our voting booths here in the U.S. - but it's far easier to invest one's energy into comparisons of the eligible certain causes of the next preventable tragedies than to pursue an actual solution. We're already underpaid for our toils, amirite? We're jaded and abused and marginalized, and that entitles us to unlimited social irresponsibility and apathy - boo yah!

That's why it is SO IMPORTANT that every one of you vote - because if enough of you don't, it could mean you've figured out that you could instead do something genuinely productive... and, ya know, change is hard, and stuff. Watching people die in explosions on the news because of our laziness is just much more comfortable. Possibility is scary - f*ck that!

No matter who you vote for, at least you'll be able to count on it being a devil you know.

Running With a Ruminant, Episode 1

Humanity may be overwhelmingly ignorant of its impending fate, but its creative abstractions are somehow omniscient.

What causes the disparity between creation and reflective comprehension? Psychology, psychology... I KNOW. But if catharsis is the terminal stage of the psychological cycle in which we are all entangled, where do we exit to the beginning of the absent intellectual process that can end it?

We're already fighting the War of the Machines - but we're the machines...

and we are not yet self-aware

A Muse Brings My Thought-Rain

In a society made entirely of ideas, language is only as useful of a tool as are those who refuse to use it.

What are the key differences between key dissonances?
One is for listening-to, and the other is for not-being.

Allow an angry animal an accidentally-analagous acoustic ambiguity:

More Thoughts From the Void

What exactly is the problem with our nation when the lowest-common-denominators among us are our majority denomination?

I'd love a hell-reciproc-yeah-al, but I'll settle for no equivocation.

Putting Some "un" in Your "Fun"

The warm, agreeable biases are far easier to miss than those more blatant and obnoxious - but their cognitive inertia is no less confounding to otherwise-navigators along the path to otherwise-wisdom.

Intelligent folk must not fail to differentiate constructiveness from mere positivity, nor achievement from mere catharsis.

On the Subject of Ambiguous Proteins?

Morning eggs, scrambled
Only euphemism knows
If chicken or not

Ladder Day

Today is International Ladder Day!

It's sort of an invisible holiday, so I'm spreading the word. If you happen to be that person in your community who is always going out of your way to help your friends & family—or even coworkers, neighbors, or strangers—grow, thrive and find happiness that would otherwise only ever taunt them as they failed over and over and over, then this day is for you! It's called "Ladder Day" because that's what we are: we see a need, we lean ourselves against it, and then we turn our time and energy into rungs for our loved ones to climb to better places in life that they otherwise wouldn't even know about, probably don't deserve, and usually can't handle.

Unfortunately, very few people celebrate or even know about Ladder Day - usually because they're too busy wasting their happiness, potential and good fortune on stupid shit. Few people remember how they got so fortunate in the first place. Maybe it was an accident? Maybe they always had it in them all along, and they just woke up one day and realized it, and then everything became awesome. Maybe it was the communion wafers; nobody really knows where they come from. It's easy to become confused and forgetful in a deluge of newfound positivity!

Anyway, happy Ladder Day - because no selfless love goes unignored!

And, tomorrow... Latter Ladder Day!