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Cycle Up Re-Revolution (Re: Evolution)

This year will not be the same as any other year.
This year will not even be the same length as an ordinary year.
This year the earth revolution will be telepresented in 4D breathing color.
This year the cycle will turn in a new plane,
higher in frequency,
higher in urgency,
higher in Highness.
This year the King will come;
the Kingdom come,
without a condom,
without a care
for the counting of
all manner of new hybrid beings,
new memes
and new designs.
This year will turn over twice.
And what you thought was a solid Arrow of Time
has now a new dimension.
Hope ya'll got your sunglasses on
(so you can see what you ain't looking at).

stay tuned for morhe green spaces


Creatures Made in God's Infancy from 20th Century Artifacts Retrieved Via Time Machine Invented in the 33rd Century #44: The Myoote

The Myoote is pronounced like "mute", although you can hear the selectrical energies and the dread babbling aftermath.

(if you had a machine that could read people's thoughts, and you played it back to them, they might go mad, or more likely, insist that the machine is malfunctioning, picking up someone else's thoughts, or random computer generated nonsense.)

the size listed does not include the tail, which is longer than the observable universe is wide.*

*unconfirmed but probable, contingent upon method of measurement.   certainly information content, barring compression and converted to atomic length units, would exceed the OU.


in a horrifying nightmare/ecstatic drug trip,
i felt my face to be inside out.

the long branching tendrils of my existence trailing through time
the pulsing messy pipes, tangled neurons, rubbery blood hoses,
the grubby hands sweating, multi-armed monstrosity,
gravity gluing me down, down,
down through the earth,
to the bloody egg oil mineral muck

the sound of thousand millions of machines
the roar of crushing atmospheres
a billion times the mass of the sun
a sound so great no organ can image it...

it's ok. it's ok now. just a day like any other.
just a flashing flashing back to the day before birth.





Is the perception of a conscious "I" an illusion hopelessly trapped in the (millisecond) past?


The EyeSection Seconds...


maybe i'll let David M. Eagleman grab the mike:

from the article BRAIN TIME:  (via Edge)


"We have recently discovered that a deficit in temporal order judgments may underlie some of the hallmark symptoms of schizophrenia, such as misattributions of credit ("My hand moved, but I didn't move it") and auditory hallucinations, which may be an order reversal of the generation and hearing of normal internal monolog."

The point being that all these kinds of processing must occur with various numbers of interneuronal steps. each in its own time. surely this must present a problem- a disorderly sea of ticking clocks. how is the sensation of a unified sense of self embedded in a unitary "now" achieved?

In considering not just the classical photoreceptors but the entire retina itself as a light-harvesting engine, it seems prudent to also regard its entire synaptic endowment as a molecular-scale computing volume. In other words, when you have many cells that have no axons or spikes to speak of, that can completely refigure their fine structure within a few minutes to handle changing light levels, every synapse appears as an essential machine that percolates information as if at the Brownian scale, or even below.

 



UPDATE: sharper picture! (thanks, Joe)

sometimes i can't resist providing the exegesis, but true art lovers can skip the following:

The possibility that is extant, despite the contradiction, is the functioning of the human mind.
Art is the transportation of the dreamer (the viewer) to another dimension.
It does this through the use of the Magic Window or dimensional portal, aka the Proscenium.
If you object to the notion that this painting could be seen as some kind of device that could literally transport you to another dimension
(probably some Lovecraftian eldritch dimension where the laws of physics are different than ours and strange biomorphic creatures spew fluids)
then i challenge you to present the schematics of what consciousness is exactly and how it does its magic trick.
Modernism, in the effort to explain everything materially, has declaimed Meaning as shadow and cheap tricks (reflected in the humble approach to materials in this piece).
Instead it has focused on the material presentation (the naked thing itself). [even though Modernism in art officially ended sometime in the decade after WWII, we are still living its legacy]
Yet meaning persists.
But i prefer to use the term "function" as opposed to "meaning":
Even the most abstract presentation in art cannot escape meaning- in the way that it functions in society and in the human mind, with the clustered referents it utilizes.
And so art of all sorts guides you on your path through life, patterning your ideas of what is and is not physically possible.
This path, btw, is the one that leads through the desert of dehydrated functionality towards the Reintegration.
In the Reintegration, specialized areas of human endeavor (art, religion, science, politics) will no longer be seen as separate, but as aspects of the pattern-recognizing, model building and information processing human mind that is our interface with the universe (i.e., the rest of the universe, i.e., new information, i.e., food).
This is post-apocalyptic art, for this is now the apocalypse, and it's time to move on.

and please don't snark me on the intentional misuse of italics.


Clarity Worship

how any signal is parsed as meaningful information
in the inherently noisy chatter of oscillating neurons in the brain
is indeed a mystery.
A great Economy must be achieved by an Invisible Hand
(of evolutionary bias?)
Some want to clear away the webs and enter that clear Void-
Fuck it, Turn it up, Bring the Noise.



no, this is not a crappy upload. do not attempt to adjust your settings. We will control the horizontal. We will control the vertical. We can roll the image, make it flutter.

in the future, it will be recognized that "Compressionism" was a major art movement of the 21st century, somewhat related to "Pixalism". Just as "Impressionism" elucidated optical and retinal principles (e.g., the then little understood action of the color tuned receptor cells of human vision), so "Compressionism" seeks to delineate the informational nature of mental image construction , with its lossiness and parsimoniousness.

"Deep within the Entropic Forest,
Maxwell's Demons feed the Dreams
that every single Tick of Time
bring us further from what once Was.
You can't go back.
What you think you see when you look back is a New Trace,
fed by the Living Matrix.
An earnest attempt to return is likely to result in Severe Tire Damage.
Oh God my Atoms are being Replaced."


...the future seen through the first primitive eye...

this painting features freehand airbrush on top of large, watery brushstrokes.  a number of years later it was stretched and the circular sentence was added.

EDIT:  addendum:

(really more of a quick sketch than an actual painting, yet framed with authentic plywood.)

How time can be circular:
Each of the thousand and one aspects of consciousness
(the multi-limbed deity)
require their own processing time.
It's like having an army of specialized computer bots, each with tasks of varying degrees of complexity.
How their outputs can be integrated into a coherent sense of NOW,
must involve some fancy footwork,
(or perhaps some sleight of hand?)
At any rate the refresh rate is faster than a casual observer can witness.
Like a sweeping radar pulse, at many scales,
The marching NOW can be seen as the imprint of a wheel.
Endless drums are beating at every conceivable tempo,
spiraling in a great vortex.
Might a loop become syntropic,
seemingly to violate the Second Law?
And what then, of time reversal, of loops,
of future memories?



conversation with uploaded self

what is it like to be you?  what does it feel like to be you?  or me?
can you be sure that your experience of red is the same as another's
and not as what you would call blue?
can you describe red to someone who is neurologically blind to red?
can you describe any of the qualia that compose your life experience?

you know that i am composed of many different modules that emulate the inputs and outputs of the human brain.
every attempt has been made to fully model every aspect of human experience,
however, it is realized that this can only be an approximation, yet an increasingly accurate one.

like the progression in art from painting and sculpture to ceremony to theater to film to computer games to virtual reality to sensory augmentation to...  you- an increasingly more perfect duplicate of me.

actually, because of the brain's complexity, the more accurately we attempt to model it, the more uncertain we are of the model's veracity (as its usefulness nevertheless increases).    it tends to diverge from the expected ideal response forms in ways that all true organisms do, even clones.  i know that i am different from you, from the world of meat.  although i'm not sure what the difference is-  we have meat here, too, in any color and texture you can imagine- although your world's ability to manipulate matter is fast approaching the point where it appears...

(to be like magic?)

to be increasingly difficult to tell where one ends and the other begins...

one what?

one world.  my world, my model world.  different than your world, the model's master.  but are there not nested hierarchies of worlds?  for instance, the organic world rides on the rules of the inorganic.  it accesses its properties and makes use of them.   but in order to make a model of the universe you need a brain, right?  did life need a brain to emerge from the inorganic?  if so, the entire universe is a brain.  in order to model something (even a cheap knockoff model) you need to understand that something with a complexity far greater than the model produced. so the rules by which the brain (which is a model of its environment) operates is too complex for the model (the brain) to understand.  but we're getting there, we're getting more accurate in our modeling (which increases its usefulness, which changes its environment).

oh dear, you seem to be covered in feedback loops.


so i can't tell when you're being serious or not.