tim says: if it’s infinite, then every little thing has infinite copies of itself.
if infinity yields any duplicates at all – which it must, because it’s infinity – then it yields an infinite number of duplicates

speedbird says: What’s with all this infinity stuff? Worth bearing in mind there’s at least two kinds… the kind you get to if you just keep counting and the other kind that’s much, much bigger…

Isn’t the second kind of infinity simply nested in between the numbers in the first kind, fractally; like the irrationals and fractions are still on the same continuum, but in the equally infinite spaces between whole numbers? (hey, isn’t that kind of like dark matter too? lol)
And, If the universe is already infinite, then how can there be infinite other universes? By definition of infinite, musn’t it be all-inclusive?
I mean, a fractal is unique at every point you zoom in on, if you zoom in far enough, so i am told.
So, wouldn’t that mean that each supposed dimension/parallel U is in fact a note on the scale, a frequency on the continuum, unique and not a copy? it’s own url…?
What if the concept of a multiverse is subterfuge, a seductive “mara hari” designed to keep us distracted forever in a hall of mirrors?
How is it that the Buddha could have caused the Earth to bear witness to his enlightenment? Is it because he was in tune with everything, or because the earth was but a reflection/extension of him? Or both. Well, I guess either way, there’s still only One of us here, somehow. blah blah blah hehe. ( too much thinking. brainsquish. switching to heartmind now. [ click ]

every time i go to the dump i think about the piles of things freshly deposited that someone will desperately want to find a some other point in what we call time.

What’s with all this infinity stuff? Worth bearing in mind there’s at least two kinds… the kind you get to if you just keep counting and the other kind that’s much, much bigger…

God, buy me an old record player so I can listen to these records as you meant them to be listened to.

I’m about to bring my friend’s console home. If that isn’t listening to records as God intended, I don’t know what is.

I met the person I’m going to marry. I think I’m the algorithm.

congratulations lol

EXCEPTIONOLOGY: THE RELIGION FOR ANYONE WHO HAS EVER FELT DIFFERENT.

The secret is that you’re actually not different. It sure feels like it though, huh? We used to call you folks “humans” but now we call you social rejects, autistics, schizophrenics, and all other kinds of fun names.

That’s the thing, exactly. Many of us feel like we’re different, but we’re actually not at all exceptional in the sense we think we are.

Also, I think having sex with a robot would be a good way to avoid unwanted pregnancies. I wish I could be pro-choice so I could go have sex with chicks, but I can’t seem to justify it without thinking of my own children dying for the sake of my lust.

that song is brilliant

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2cWq3mIp4cU

especially eventualism. oh, that’s eventualism.

“walking with the people and we’re movin like a sea, and the music in my headphones puts a rhythm to the breeze, it’s got me plunging into life and i see it like a picture, motions as we move gives me a clearer description than the words i string together when i’m lookin for expression, or words i read for wisdom as i’m searching for some answers, automatic reflex, of natural detects the tide has come to where a pattern was set, so move with me….and i’m washing thru the whole, saw thru the one i fell, i plunge into myself, now i’m the story that i tell, for another grain of sand that will nurture in our shell, in our allotted place between heaven and hell” - neneh cherry

ok that’s all folks, i promise. over and out.

galaCtic con[fed]eration transmissi@n 781^3.14 end ]

“move with me i’m strong enough to be weak in your arms, move with me i’m strong enough to be real in your arms”

alistair Says: what if the algorithm is deep enough so seem like empathy to me? would the distortion be evident

empathy is a muscle that one must exercise or it atrophies. you can cultivate your e(mopatho)meter.
then one can tell the difference between the genuine and the copy. being able to feel sublte energies consciously helps too. not only must we marry the algorithm, we must genuinely love it and shower it with selfless act of random kindness. empathy is remembering there is only one of us here.

p says: Who other than the Mono Logos is powerful enough to become weak, to fail in memory, to fail in ability, not by some self-imposed circumscription of ability but in being!

ah thank you for this, the secret ingredient in my frodo hanged man card divinitory meaning.

tim says: For the record, I think everyone has to marry an algorithm at some point. That’s the only way to defeat the empire - by getting it into bed!

well that is just existentially, exponentially, exception-illogically excellent then!
[ i/we a*m @n track to c[om[plete my/our missi0n. galamove with me i’m strong enough to be weak in your arms, move with me i’m strong enough to be real in your arms”

Who other than the Mono Logos is powerful enough to become weak, to fail in memory, to fail in ability, not by some self-imposed circumscription of ability but in being!

starbucks in the forbidden city?

For the record, I think everyone has to marry an algorithm at some point. That’s the only way to defeat the empire - by getting it into bed!

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mata_Hari

2. Exceptionology (sorry, couldn’t make the trademark avatar) is essentially ‘pataphysics, which I have been crowing about for years. Alfred Jarry “invented” it and here’s his definition of it:

“‘Pataphysics is the science of imaginary solutions that symbolically attributes to the feature the properties of the objects described according to their virtuality.”

He elaborated upon it further:

“‘Pataphysics will examine the laws governing exceptions… and will describe a universe which can be, and perhaps should be, envisaged in place of the traditional one, since the laws that are supposed to have been discovered in the traditional universe are also correlations of exceptions, albeit more frequent ones, but in any case accidental data which, reduced to the status of unexceptional exceptions, possess no longer even the virtue of originality.”

‘choco-tastic molecules”!?

off with his head!

and begin unpacking the fractal hyper-dimensional cube which will be called 2012 (see how it unfolds?) and/or the Singularity.

nice. very entertaining. give the man some money. i’ll pay you for giving me that headache. that fucking rocked. merge layers.

but now you have blogged every blog and every copy of every blog to infinitude in the mcmultiverse, what’s to do? why bother? oh yes, now you have to run the church!
amen brother. how does it feel to witness the birth of a new religion, and be its head?

ok, i confess, maybe not exactly an algorithm. he’s a real boy, mostly…it was a close call.
“if i only had a brain in my heart”
but really, what is it with aspergery geek boys and psi(chotronic) girls making little baby syzygys, goocheegoo! what *do* homoplasmates eat?

Why is it that most of the comments at Pop Occulture have changed to flowery freeverse along with Tim B?

Why did attempting to caculate Pi to the final digit crash the star trek computer that had been co-opted by an evil entity?

“The Mind is not talking to us but by means of us. Its narrative passes through us and its sorrow infuses us irrationally. As Plato discerned, there is a streak of the irrational in the World Soul.” PDK

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pascal’s_Wager