Dissolving Thoughts

First draft posted 6/19/2017

Technically speaking, the scatter of papers represents entropy, while the persistence of furniture represents illusions of permanence. There is no persistence of the construct of self, at best, a standing wave, yet we all act ‘as if’ it were so, and in time the elements wear on it. Meanwhile, in their perpetual unfolding, the genes do yap and judder and ever change, ‘self’-replication, yet the articles of thermodynamics and molecularity of selection requires the presence of shotgun debugging, and see-what-sticks mutability. 

>> the new sciences detect the presence of unfolding dimensional structures, beginning with 1, and adding up to even 7 or 11 dimensions, in scans of CNS neural arrays, until the thought completes, and, suddenly, collapses and dissolves <<

To imply is to evade, while to confront is to clearly state. Similarly perhaps (?) no distinction between implying, or inductively shadowing, and on the other seven hands, innuendo, as such, a shift of tone merely, not of sense.

The immobility of stones: fact of life, or illusion? In the folds of perpetual time, our brief flicker of awareness is a whisper of a moment. As such, stones are in motion, and are indeed merely in waiting for their next turn at the roulette wheel of living (or is it a merry-go-round?), eroding patiently, observing by the forces the turning of the sky’s gyre.

To calculate is to conclude, to close, while, in turn, to create a tangle of gimcrackery is to open. The whirligigs and semantic signposts of transmitting via aural ether over the inter-‘person’-al chasm are by nature unscrewed. No certainty of sense, no determinacy of defining, equivalence of meanings only a sliding state of momentary approximations (the perceived solidity of dictionaries and lexicons notwithstanding). And so we craft by magic and remix by corkscrews, uncautious and uncaring, for we know that at bottom, the truth of words is Nought. Yet by intuiting and improvisation, we construct self-propelling winged semantic flutterbies, moment by moment, knowing it is a functional technology, unconcerned by absolutes.


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