binary_operator werewolf there's a binary operator in my brain. it gives me the concepts of opposite, of up and down, right and left, right and wrong, you and me. What would happen if it was stolen? If someone filched my entire parietal lobe? I mean, the concepts seem more arbitrary than absolute. They're only apparent to us because our brains make them so. Like what would the concept of up mean to someone deep in space, far away from earth, no blood would rush to their brain no matter which direction they were facing. Handstands would lose their thrills. Direction, another abstract concept we take for granted because our brain makes it so plain. What would it be like to navigate a world in which there was no such thing as "similarity" there was only the instant, and the reaction to that instant. how could one possibly react without our memory stores to inform us? How could one guess without possiblities and standards. Faith is what makes us run when we hear the bush rustle without waiting for the proof of the hideous monster hiding in it. The reason we face anxiety when there is too much stimulus in the world is because we are trying to order it, make sense of it. So we inevitably compare those things which strike us, seeing a friend die, seeing something go from them, to other extinguishments...the way a fire's smoke rises to the heavens and we look for connection. We have to, we have no choice. What would it be like to be in space, where the boundries all blur. Is that why i'm uncomfortable when the boundries between me and another person blur? will faith ease my anxiety, reconnect my right and left brain. Our brains even worked on dividing themselves into opposites. We've come a long way baby. 020426 ... lobsterman oh no! all this talk of brains...and what if there was no past, but our brain just programmed itself one...so convincing that we feel it must've been, but it is only true in the now, in the expression of things identified as memories? wait...that sounds not so bad...that sounds pretty normal...on to the binaryness 01001010101110 020426 ... marked . 031229 what's it to you? who go blather from