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Thursday, September 29, 2005, 3:53:40 PM- passive aggressive bullshit | ||
damn it. | ||
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Tuesday, September 13, 2005, 8:31:36 PM- unreal | ||
People, Christians/pagans/others, create a little parasitic bubble of 'real' around them. 'Reals' primary component is belief. Belief comes in many different flavors - mystical and mundane. Some flavors compliment each other, some do not. 'Real' has a number of contradictory qualities: 'real' can appear fragile yet be indestructable, it can harmonize or cause discord. It can, under the users control, change or remain static. 'real' is parasitic in that we feed it belief and it filters and feeds us sensory input. The interesting thing about 'Real' is that it's like an imaginative 8 year old's imaginary friends. Only we can see our own 'Real', and even then there are some people who will discount that they even have any 'real' whatsoever. Hosts are born unfiltered. They are blind due to the brain overloading. At this point a Real attaches and sets up filters that allow the host to exist in a maelstrom of reality by limiting the hosts intake and then filtering it into digestible sensory information. As Humans we socialize. Indirectly through living our lives, and sometimes we'll explicitly try to describe our personal 'Real' to each other. A Real's health is tied to the amount of belief food it's host can give it, a healthy Real will feed it's host as much sensory input as the host can handle - causing the host to excrete more belief - thus strengthening the Real in a symbiotic cycle. Reals are hive minded, they realized that by congregating with like Reals they could greatly cut down on noise and feed more efficiently by grouping together. In a group of like-minded Reals and hosts there is a clear flow of belief -> real -> sensory input. As each host/Real vents input into the physical the other Reals convert it to sensory input and feed it back to the host. Input that reinforces a Real creates far more belief than a conflicting piece of information. Because Reals thrive in groups it evolved a filtering system. This system allows a particular host to interface with others and 'share' their Reals. Since each Real is as complex as reality itself it uses a system of finer and finer grained filters until the final sensory input is released to the host. It is at this level that we, the hosts, are able to observe the 'Real'. When two Reals meet the hosts must perform a handshake similar in other communication protocols. In situations where a Real believes it might have found a compatible group member the host will share information. This information is processed by the other's Real into sensory input - which is where this gets interesting: A Real is the product of belief and input from the time of birth. Since human's dont have theirLifetime+1 to explain to other humans their personal Real they use there is a tendency to compress it into the grosser more exagerated brush strokes - comprehendable morsels. The other persons Real takes that information and attempts to synthesize that information into food - food for the host == food for the Real. By applying a number of natural and articial filters (developed throughout a lifetime) the information is weighed against the composition of that persons Real. If the compressed abridged information conflicts with a host's Real it will be rejected out of fear of contamination, or identified as garbage data. While the latter incompatibility can allow for groups to co-exist the former usually causes a great deal of strife that may cause host/Real clusters to try and wipe conflicting clusters out of existence to preserve the stability of their own Real community. If the compressed incomplete information is compatible two things occur - one, the food is ingested and the host secretes more belief which in turn strengthens the Real, two, because of the nutritious value of the food (its reinforcing data) the Real decompresses this incomplete data - filling in the gaps with it's own internal constructs. Both the host and the Real are reinforced, the actual mapping of Real to Real is unimportant, as the hosts remain oblivious so the Reals can coexist. This symbiotic relationship occurs with both Real's and host's totally unaware of their existence. Rarely there are potential host's that, for whatever reasons, become aware of their 'guests' and determine ways to manipulate their Reals, and in some cases even remove them. Unfortunately to the infected populace these people are seen as outsiders, dangerous madmen or spritual leaders. As such they are imprisoned or killed - the end result is simply to shut them down and silence them. Reality itself, however, doesnt give a fuck. | ||
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Tuesday, August 30, 2005, 1:49:19 PM- Faith no more. | ||
urg. commute sucks, waiting for the traffic to clear. Being told by a 18 year old that the FNM are the best band *EVER* made me smile, since I thought that when I first heard them - 18 years ago. Where LLWA go? Not cool. Not cool at all. | ||
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Monday, August 22, 2005, 1:21:49 AM- Fighting instinct | ||
The air is calm, silent except for the slap of the wind on a sail. How often do we take a solitary moment and start suddenly aware of the presence of another. How do we move from the natural urge to yank ourselves into a downward spiral, ploughing into the unyielding earth. Perhaps the metaphor is more apparent once we can learn to balance the input, save our altitude and spin on a dime. I've lost the instinct to reach my hands out when I fall. How long til I lose this one too? If we remove insinct do we remove ourselves? Am I alone in thinking this? It's possible. | ||
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Monday, August 22, 2005, 1:18:15 AM- Twisted around a solitary digit | ||
There's a boolean truth to a world without greys. | ||
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Wednesday, August 17, 2005, 5:03:08 PM- a game of you. | ||
wondering when you'll find this home. you dig out all the others, I half expect you to mention breakfast. | ||
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Tuesday, August 2, 2005, 1:30:58 PM- | ||
I decided this because it's so insignificant. Numbers never lie, they can only mislead. Windows and metaphors remain both crude yet confused, but I look anyway. I write like an adolescent with a crush. Did you ever think to see? Do you look and think? Surface tension and panic attacks, does the water care? Each sliver just a snapshot of a picture of an image of art, leaving me to wonder temporally what may become. Obtuse or acute? | ||
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Saturday, July 30, 2005, 12:04:19 AM- Flying | ||
I found a new home. The air today reminded me of you. I threw my head back, stretched myself and tracked - aware at all times. I learn something new up there every time. Today was how life tastes when you're seconds from death. When my wings unfurled it was time to go home, back to the earth and it's solidity. I dont thank god anymore, I'm becoming complacent with repetition. | ||
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