Jun 18 24
These intelligent-vapors-in-grey-gelatin, these unimaginably flexible, mystifyingly precise, mystifyingly dumb, unlocateable-in-any-way-directly-useful-mushy-filing-systems, these transcendentally false-centerings, these endless fountains of illusions-seen-as-facts — of our brains — contrasted to — the whatever-is-actually-going-on-outside-of-them, that is, the All Else of worlds, universes, objects and dimensions (of whatever sizes), all things and locations that are not these bone enclosed thinking goos — is not really handleable in any way, save for forgetting it.
Considering the “core conserved processes” that led “here” and the primordial eucaryotes from whom we’ve sprung, who is the ventriloquist of these dummy worlds? No one? None? Fun.
It seems one must either be deeply ignorant or have a love of instability, to be at home in this world.
Considering the “core conserved processes” that led “here” and the primordial eucaryotes from whom we’ve sprung, who is the ventriloquist of these dummy worlds? No one? None? Fun.
It seems one must either be deeply ignorant or have a love of instability, to be at home in this world.