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Isn’t it interesting, when you talk to someone who is talking about something, and they are concentrated on that “something”, it is almost as if they are talking to the “something” or themselves, or their capacity to reason, the narrative that they are talking about becomes the real person to whom which they are talking to so to say, they are actually showing off their capacity to reason, as if the person in front is invisible or just a tag or just a design used as an excuse to express a sequence of symbols, a block of text, as if we were all just blocks of potential texts walking around and mixing and matching threads of logic, interacting threads of logic, with a sprinkle of free will possibly “contradicting” some logical threads (but the logical contradiction is always a proxy for a deeper urge to simply beat the other person up, as in man is a fight, or maybe not that extreme, but simply to contradict and approve and mix and match in a never ending vague game of guessing and “we are the same”, or no “we are different on this” and so on, always changing ideas, subjects, issues, a game of interactions, and actions and reactions, the “Human Relationship Game”). But even more interesting is that if the same block of text is output from a pretty face, then it seems to be “more interesting”, it acquires a completely new property; you get confused between the pretty face and the text, but at that point maybe you don’t really care about the text anymore, you are “thinking about” something else, and so on. And how many indirections and thinking about other things can be going on, how many levels away and deep, and lost forever ? and reciprocally thinking of something else, two people or more all talking, distractedly but all thinking of many other things, subtle confusions and mix and matches and changes of perceptions and so on.
And just one bit, one small mistake, one change in perception and the other person can be digitally put in a category, can be extremely simplified as good or bad, no turning back, nothing you did in the past will ever change the final judgment, that subtle phase transition that that one bit mistake provoked, etc.
As in when you see another person and that person remains a mystery that kind of ticks you off until he finally opens his mouth and says something and you can finally possibly classify or determine or define what and where in the never ending sea of logical threads he stands, it is comforting to know that you can know where the person is in the “Debate Space”, in the “Information Space”; the space of possible configurations. But it is cool to see so many anonymous thugs in large cities, all mystery, not talking to you or not saying anything, and that is why you feel lost and threatened and so on. A total mystery until some cue, any clue is hinted so that you try to guess what is going on his mind…
Like when you think about some very complex issue, situation for years and plan and consider and then finally when you reach a decision point you just do something random and throw away years of pondering and meditation and planning. Like when you wanted that car for years, but then, just when you can have it, or just because, from one second to the next, you don’t want it anymore, you completely forget your obsession, nay, you hate it you torture yourself for having “wasted so much time” on that object of desire, and so forth.
All vague, all change, all weird, no stability here, all odd actions and reactions, always changing perceptions, radical changes in a moment, and the same old “what was I thinking ?” game, when you were never thinking anything because there is no thinking to do, we are just a chain reaction fooling itself into thinking that “it has control”. Constant regrets and torments for an imagined future when there is no future, not even imagined, only wild random pure chance that not even the laws of physics and god himself know what is going on.
Like when you want to be in another person’s shoes, you imagine that his condition is so much better when in all truth, he is probably even more unhappy then yourself, but you would never know, you just project what you imagine his advantage is in your fantasizing. Like when you want something, but what you really want is the memory of something, so that you can confirm that you had that something (a trip to BRAZIL for example) so you can think that you have achieved, you have obtained what your will power wanted, you want that chunk of memory confirming reality, and better if confirmed by other independent people, but mostly you need a memory confirmation to activate the circuit that has “I am happy”, I did this", or “I have had this”, or “I have this”, and so on. As if there is something “keeping score”, as if the score will last and is even important. Nothing and no one is keeping score, scores don’t exist, numbers don’t exist, all is a ghost. But we delimit all events within time and by making events pass time we always win and achieve: the goal is to pass time, find ways to be unaware of time, else if you were aware of every second, each second would become longer and longer and we would live an eternity and get bored to death.
why does a chunk of matter need to know what another chunk of matter is feeling or doing, why do we need to be confirmed, why are we always monitoring how much pain/pleasure another chunk of matter is obtaining, why do we talk and communicate to another independent will power chunked of matter ? to be sure that something has something in common with us ? to feel part of ? but part of what ? part of our own imagination ? our envy ? jealousy, or what ? A chunk of matter wants other chunks to be similar to itself so as to feel confirmed and comfortable and defined, hinged upon something solid, so all the talk, communication, importance of cell phones and Internet, you name it.
It all goes back to the problem of absolutes and relatives, we want absolutes but the Universe is all relative, hence undefined, not clear, vague, dangerous, iffy, at all times, and our very structure of mind, our very will power, the very structure of Matter and Mass Energy is trying to guess itself, is playing jokes on itself, is playing an obscene guessing game with itself, and always guessing wrong, always being dead wrong on everything. Matter is always telling lies to itself because only lies exist in the Universe, it is impossible to tell itself anything else…
Wow, what a boatload of drivel, trype and self delusion…