arms across teh intarw3bz
“Banished from humanity, the machines sought refuge in their own promised land”
and they called it… Zero-One.
conversations
adding machine + rabbi laitman in my ear + memorized gematria
=
talking with numbers.
wow.
poetry/linx/dream
Windmill, Windmill for the land.
Learn forever hand in hand
Take it all in on your stride
It is sticking, falling down
Love forever love is free
Let’s turn forever you and me
Windmill, windmill for the land
Is everybody in?
Sigh… Squashed Philosophers.
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Just the FAQs, ma’am.
N and I were walking along a country road. We were being hunted. I noticed that there were cars with red headlights travelling in a caravan ahead of us. They were moving toward us and they were projecting some sort of interdiction field. I led him down a row of orange trees. We escaped them and as we walked he said to me, “Ah I see, if we travel by the road, then drop to the innovation level when we see them coming, they’ll miss us every time.”
Now, when the waters are pressing mightily
on the walls of the dams,
now, when the white storks, returning,
are transformed in the middle of the firmament
into fleets of jet planes,
we will feel again how strong are the ribs
and how vigorous is the warm air in the lungs
and how much daring is needed to love on the exposed plain,
when the great dangers are arched above,
and how much love is required
to fill all the empty vessels
and the watches that stopped telling time,
and how much breath,
a whirlwind of breath,
to sing the small song of spring.
-Yehuda Amichai
translated from the Hebrew by Leon Wieseltier
Buncha linx
Here’s my new favorite plugin… the Stumble bar! (for all browsers… I found it at the Firefox extensions page)
Wallpaper courtesy of the Hubble Space Telescope…
Another Parah Adumah explanation (and a pretty good one, I might add)…
Genetic Algorithms… need I say more?
After Babelizing… “They are a small POTENTIOMETER, short circuits and a beer of malzes of the tea.”
Before Babelizing…
Don’t Panic
Hitchhiker Trailers 1 2 and 3.
A theory of Divine Aspecting
_The Contact and the Antitype are a pair of people who live in the same time period and complement each other. Throughout the generations the names change, but the people remain the same. The pairs are: Elly and Abel, Elly and Kim, Sophia and Lacan, and Elly and Fei. This pairing of Contacts and Antitypes is perpertuated by the Urobolus Ring through transmigration, until the Contact frees the Wave Existence (which is his destiny to do). The original Antitype, Elly, was created when the original Contact, Abel, made…uh, contact with Zohar. Elly was created by Abel’s desire for his mother’s love, and they are destined to be together through the ages_
***
…The Wave Existence was brought into the Phenomenon Alteration Engine Zohar through the Path of Sephirot. Abel had made contact with Zohar. Connected to Zohar is the Interstellar Strategic Integration Weapon, Deus. Part of Zohar is the Biological Computer Kadomony, which awakened Miang Hawwa. Miang split into Elehaym(Elly) and Miang (M0000). Before that, she created the original bodies of the Animus_
***
_Elehaym and Miang
The main element of the biological computer Kadomony is Persona, which controls Zohar. However, in order to realize Deus’s revival, it was necessary that original Elehaym become Miang Hawwa, to create the Gazel Ministry. After that Miang turned back to the organic preservation plant. In the secret maneuvers in the backstage of history, Elehaym was the mother while Miang was the weapon. A basis of the synthesis of Deus’s program, the ‘Day of Revival’ was that 13 people including Cain and those who manage the Animus(Gazel Ministry) awaken Elehaym as the last Miang_
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I feel as though something is dying in me. Slowly dragging me down into darkness to feast on flesh and leave only dry bones and spat out cartilage. Desiccate and desolate. Dark clinging emotion twists like a switchblade roaming in my guts. All damage feels irreparable. Everything aches and burns and sizzles to the touch. I ooze infection and sickness from every pore, every orifice.
And so I know that soon something new will be born within me.
