More Coffee Talk
Perhaps I am too grandiose in manner.......
Whatever.
So I had warned you in the beginning there wouldn't be much consistant flow to my writtings.
I never gave the background to the day the helicopter came to Acornia. For one thing and I'm sure there's more holes in this "As I see it" compilation.
One nice thing about doing this journal on line. I don't get carried away with myself. I keep one eye on the "others".
One of my online friends has informed me she sent this web address to others. Being as she's in Switzerland that could mean I'm being read more on the continent then I am stateside.
Straight out the door opening, which hangs like a picture frame around the new jersey country summer, is this place about five feet up in the air from the gravel where the cars drive. This particular space, I'm beginning to suspect, carries some sort of cosmic signicance to the grasshoppers.
Personally I've always thought it strange that grasshoppers fly. They should just hop.
Some do....seem to be just hoppers. But there are others that have winged assisted hopping capacity. At least in north america.
So there's this space out there above the graveled area in front of the barn, five,six feet up about the size of a basketball . And yesterday and today I have seen the winged version of grasshopperdom hovering in this one place. I had no idea that grasshoppers could hover. At first I thought it was a hummingbird. Really.
Spaces. I think spaces can have feelings.
For the longest time I felt a cold space in the door of one of the old shacks snuggled into the woods by here. Strange.
And the deja vue thing is commonly expressed besides. At least in some shade of reality places have feelings.
I read some stuff about artificial intelligence along the way. A book or two. I like the idea of "machine intelligence" however. Artifical intelligence sounds as if the intelligence perceived is illusory. Machine intelligence suggests it's "real" as opposed to artificial.
Of course....if the intelligence is unreal it still exudes intelligence. Maybe our own intelligence is "unreal" but not artificial. Whereas a machine intelligence would be real but artificial.
The most intriguing perspective I had come across was in the musings over the deffinition of thought by the people working on the developement of machine intelligence. They want it to have thought. NOT some fancy series of "falling dominos" which retrieves information in a mindless manner, perhaps like a talking automated teller machine. Not a computing machine but an inference machine. So they had to define what they were trying to create. And....being as it's intelligence they are trying to create, or establish, they have to define "thought".
Is this not intriguing?
One of the limitations of having only a terminal and not a computer is that I can't apply the spell checker to this website. I don't care, either, to spend excessive time editing and refining my efforts. I hope this is not an insult my readers.
Sometimes I go over this site and make corrections to my spelling errors and revise things in order to clarify my thought a lttle. So.......
One answer they came up with was that thought is the physical relationship of objects in space.
That is......the arrangement of things on a kitchen table is a thought. Just as the phenomena of our internal "think" is a thought. Tell me the "spell casters and majicians" wold like that deffinition?
I's right up there with voodoo and hex signs.
Perhaps it's true, in some shade of reality.
The more attractive concept, to me, is the idea of an "emergent reality" . In chaos theory and/or complexity theory this term is used. Chaos theory and complexity theory are close brothers.
This aproach to establishing machine intelligence is at least more believable. Thought, after all, is not static. And, at least to my mind, it must deal with abstracts and carry the capacity for poetic gesture. Right?
An entity must have self evolved values. This is evident. To my mind this is self apparent if we are discussing the deffinition of what machine intelligence would be. An inference machine would carry these circumstances of itself, and programming would be unnecessary. Programming would infact delete the purpose of an inference machine if used in these regards.
Memory may be programmed....it would have input or "sensing" devices. But the emergent thought? not programmable without contradicting the concept of machine inteligence. Thus.....I believe in the idea of an emergent reality. This is what human thought appears to be.
I have no idea what that hovering grasshopper is up to, and if I did I would not be able to realize it's "thought". Machine intelligence would be made in our own "image".....for lack of a better word.
Emergent reality? Whatz that?
I'm glad you asked.
The concept is best explained, as it was in one of the books I read, by using an example from NASA planning.
They were dealing with the concept of robots preparing a base for human landing on another orb. Fitting because current american policy, as pronounced by President Clinton, is to "establish and maintain a robotic presence on mars".
They realized that if they sent one highly programmed "bulldozer" type vehicle they would be faced with very complex programming, all their eggs would be in one basket and the likelyhood of failure high.
The problem with the martian rover was that commands sent to the rover took approximatly eight minutes to reach mars....even traveling at the speed of light as all aspects of the electromagnetic spectrum do....including what our senses describe as visible light as well as radio or microwave phenomena of the electromagnetic spectrum.
Being as it takes eight minutes for the signal to pass the other way as well we are discussing , in round numbers, a 15 minute delay between sense input on the robot and response time.
Remember when the rover almost got stuck on that rock? That was the problem, the speed of light as we call it.
So the "big machine" concept, that would level the ground for further construction, presented a lot of programming problems.
The idea that won out was to send meny small machines with simplistic programming. Turn them loose ,like an army of ants, and by working in concert, following more simplistic programming, the net effect would be the achievement of the same goal with more simplistic programming and with more mechanical back-up if one should somehow "get stuck" or experiance a system failure of some kind. Meny systems following very simplistic rules create the emergent reality of a higher reasoning. That. Emergent reality. Yes.
In my view.....all these nuerons and synapses in our brains and nerve ganglia produce the emergent reality of human inteligece. A totally unexpected occurance emerging from seeming chaos. There is no "center" to human thought.
Just as a bunch of dog sized earth movers each uncogniscent of the end product produce their final cogniscense....i.e. the job is done. They recognize the completion.
I have no idea how an inference machine would discus desires and hungers for liberty or love or whatever it establishes as it's values......
These things would probably be dependent on it's input devices and the lmitations of it's output devices, and it's ability to effect external environental change.
Nor do I understand how to achieve simpler and simpler programming in it's parts in order to produce this "emergent reality" that would truely be an independent, autonomous intelligent presence. I dunno.
So......now I'm done with my writting I'm going out there into the bright of full summer sun and move my open palms through that favorite grasshopper space and see what I feel. I'll examine the ground beneath it too.
Using my cosmic senses of course.
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Essay Written From the Edge of the Earth
Greetings noble throng of faithful readers.
I'm feeling kind of unenthused at present. Usually I'm a pretty enthused guy. In fact, I am usually so enthused that it bothers people. Not today however, today the enthused part of Damodara has gone on vacation to South Carolina I believe. Either that or it has been swished away by the velocity of the earth in it's orbit around the sun and is now occupying some section of the outter void.
I got a few letters yesterday. hhmmmm.....
Hard to say what it all means. It's all flat brainer logic.
I am, though...bi-dimensional. I speak with other bi-dimensionals often. Through e-mail. We experiance a distinctly seperate experiential field beyond that of which the flat brainers are cogniscent. We share the experiance of the field known by the monochrome flat brainers, of course.
And being a bi-dimensional entity produces alot of problems for us at times. But we are learning. Most of us have a psychiatric diagnosis.
Either that or are highly obsessed wih religion.
I can't speak for us all. We have organizational problems. And mutual recognition problems.
The most distressing obstical is the profession that "My experiance is real and you have a mental illness." One bi-dimensional will say this to another bi-dimensional, really.
This seperates meny of us. One from the other.
I don't understand what they mean by "real".
Whats that word mean? This is a legitimate question posed by a bi-dimensional. Taking the crazy pills my doc used to give me doesn't help me understand this.....
If there is something...anything, that is real then doesn't that imply that there are things which are unreal? Now then....follow me on this...okay?
If we have as our topic of conversation something which is unreal then we are still dealing with a thing. Right? That which is unreal still exhibits thingness. It can't be dismissed into the void by saying "Unreal!" as if the word was a magical poof-go-away spell. Or what...a banishment ritual perhaps.
So then...we can have something which is real and it is unreal? Conversely we can have something which is unreal, but real? Why do they use that word anyway......real...? Are poetic experiances and dreams unreal? Is an immaterial like "liberty" real or unreal? How about deja vue?
Any experiance is subjective by deffinition.
Conversely, self expession is by deffinition objective. The use of the word "real" , when used in the context of Flat-brainer Speak, demonstrates denial. It is an oppressive political device used against the polychromes.
So then......
Yeah I got these letters from the government.
Last night I got 'em from the mailbox.
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The Lyrics masters and the men of understanding.
There's one of these black crickets there..six feet from my chair..investigating this wicker suitcase I have.
Within the confines of that overnighter sized , slightly larger then a brief case, wicket case are my important papers.
I think the maya had important papers. Way back there in November 98 sitting in the middle of the rainforest near the Belize / Guatamalan border
they had important papers. Mine often reek of inconsequentialness.
I have these recurrent spells of "I don't give a rats ass" about much of my affairs.
OH MY GOD SOMETHING BIG IS IN THE OTHER SIDE OF THE BARN. JUST LISTEN!!!
Yeah well.... somethings have consequece. Inbred evolutionary based circumstances that trigger our attention.
But this paperwork small talk is all based on disciplined approaches that we'd never really care to squezze our heads into anyway at all. Zilch. Zip. Nada. Numero zero of the naturally inclined scale of one to ten based on interest or fascination. Except for the flat brainer lyrics masters.
That cricket..probabaly squezzed hisself through the wicker and is expressing his biological naturally inclned interest scale of 0 to10 about those papers even as we speak. His interest i probably more naturally enthused then mine.
I've been thinking. Christians. They are a very good example of the present topic.
The topic isn't cricket songs or cricket proclivities. The topic is "Learning the lyrics". Christians have a lot of lyrics. Words, that go with the belief system.
It's like learning the words to a song, and understanding the meaning. Have you ever tryed to discus God with one of the christian lyrics masters? It's like talking to a memory storage device instead of to a cogniscent human being. Like talking to a creature lost in it's own vanity and dream field of expectations. One who has fallen prey to the lyrics alone.
I have to interject here. As if there was established some cohesive line of thought to this current release to the "free world". I don't hurry up and get to the point. I don't "just say it". Not here.
This is after all an attempt to contact other intelligent life in the universe. And as I mentioned in one of my early writtings I don't really expect one whole pile of maddening throngs to flock to this collection of essays. Not knowing my own disposition towards websites I visit.
And furthermore....I truely do see this as the angry scream at the futility of human socialization, as if I were the last of a species and none can recognize the intended influence of my display.
So.....if this is to be self display to a god whose dream I am last example of and none other....then this demonstration of my design, as the last of a species, will not be tainted by accepted criticism of unknowing victims of the same hungry maw that has devoured my kindred. No. But one small voice preys on me. That voice says "maybe one".
Maybe one will see me and recognize this song I sing in the dark of a summer's night in New Jersey. So.....criticize my writting approach if you would. "One" perhaps wil live this night with me. Under the moon.
It's a full moon tonight. 3:37 this afernoon the full moon occured. I imagine its effected the crickets' song in some subtle way. Except the cricket ,of course, who is visiting my papers.
The night is dressed with the song of crickets. And the moon, rising promptly at dusk is rising to begin it's own song, it's own display that perhaps none can truely understand in full nuance. So it's the moon and I. (The crickets are a chorus.) The moon and I will sing our seperate and distinct songs alone and unheard, together.
Enough of the supposed "interjection".
I have alot of opinions about man being a moral creature. Unlike the rest of life which is not so cursed. Human sentiment and reflection, our poetic view of ourselves and life, the capacity for abstractions and the creation of personal ideals: these things suggest to me the declaration of a common path for humankind. I feel this premise is inate in those things. That is the basis of my conviction that there is a great design, some master plan, exsistant in the material circumstance, which is external to man and wise. That is the basis of my belief in "God". I don't know much about God beyond that.
Now there is a sub-species which had learned to mimic man expertly. The sub-species is a master of the lyrics but has not gleamed the same meaning inherent in exsistance as my species had.
This is in a manner of speaking.
I'm sure the lyric masters, who have gotten a hold of christianity, and evidently distorted the meaning of God realization, as they have grabbed a hold on every other human endevor with a firm grip on the lyrics but no vision of the music involved and distorted every other manufacture of the "older" race until I alone, like the moon, in soitude, sing and dance and continue the prayer of life as our "God" has taught us.
Few christians recognize "God". I don't mean this as slander. Except as towards the lyric masters.Maybe it's thats the "one God" of Christians is concieved differently by them then the "one God" is conceived in my exsistance. Good bakti faith christianity is. Or should be. Perhaps this seperation I feel is the work of the lyrc master sub species. The lyric masters recognize God through their weasal little flat brain monochrome circumstance of social control and personal agrandizement.
And because I mention the "G" word , even without providing a specific deffinition beyond my personal vision, it will cost me readers. They too, are lyric masters. Whose vanity is expresed as disdain for all outside their personal sub species "throng".
So that.....my vision sees lyric masters and musicans. Men of music and men of
memory storage. Certainly....the genes have mixed unretrievably at this point.
And I, as the last hold out of an ancient race, face only shadows of the former glory of man. In government and ideals and in faiths, through personal displays of vanity and arrogance. They have made the world a fairy tale of make believe and dismissed the reasons of our origens, of human thought, and human value.
This is how I see it. I live with this perspective.
The moon now rests in it's berth against the apex of the dark sky. And fittingly enough, my song and the fever of my dance is over.
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