abstractions luck is green an odd state of thinking. everything has become more abstract, not real... like. i dunno. minesweeper... the fact that i could click on a mine if i didn't expressly wish to. that seems odd. maxwell demonology blather, re: god you don't know my name fenstra arbitrary... everything seems suchly. rules that make things seem obvious. (we all leave this timeless zone...) maybe dreams are jounyings back into the abyss, lymbo, the unshaped zone, the unthought.... the place where Thought becomes Reality, at least in some sense... it's all in some sense. a fracture, a dispersal... a dispersal of possibilities. one comes from one way, one from another. if the universe were just newtonian, one could just put it down and give it a spin, and predict with absolute certainty what it's movements would be. but that would be dull. give it paremeters that can vary "randomly".... (evidince that the universe was created by design: find a predictable pattern in all random events) (why would that be, though? no more so than before) 010815 ... daxle predictable, in theory, but not by any existing minds 010816 ... dB The universe is like a Hexen map. It's a mirror image of itself. 010816 ... The Truth Abstractions are the language that artists speak. The metaphor of a mystery. Everything is uniquely ambiguous. 010816 ... ||| This Depth I haven't reached for some time. brain_damage? spilled_bottle? or just cerebrally_taxed? hmm. 021130 ... Cicero Two paintings on a wall fighting with the secretary behind the desk who only wants to go home. They are flanked by the office plant and the water cooler with the dully painted walls for an army. It's a battle for freedom as the secretary pretends her day is almost over (though it is). Two points for the water cooler who "blub blubs" just as the secretary begins to type the memo her boss just handed her. She hits "J" instead of "H" then knocks over her pencil cup. The number twos spill all over her keyboard as the leaves of the plant shake a snicker. The pinches of impatience begin to squeeze her eyes shut. She puts her hand to her forehead and rubs her neck with the other. Inspiration! She fills a plastic cone cup from the water cooler and uses it to water the plant. It's completely unexpected. Just another day in office complex hell. 030104 what's it to you? who go blather from