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I am wearing heaven's lace right now. What do you think I'm going to do with it? Use your perspection. 
An Arguement Against Computerizing and Virtualizing the Thinking Brain.

Let me try and make a point, or pose a question of perspection, so to speak. What if experience, that all-giving being which provides us life's many lessons, what if it was actually the exact opposite of what we see it as? What if each experience you had each day was taking away a part of your imagination, your creativity? What if the absence of experience is the true path to that idea they like to toss around called enlightenment?

What if the state of having no experience whatsoever put you in a place where you could live anywhere you want, at any spot of any concept; where would you live? Would you live in a small square room with dark walls, no light, sitting in the total darkness? Walls don't exist - let's call them "borders".. no, "boundaries". In fact there is no concept of this even. How can you exist inside or outside anything when in and out do not exist in your brain's collective experience bank, intelligence or subconcious? Would you live with strange wave-like beings that danced around your pin-point spot, a spot so much smaller than a molecule or an atom, smaller than a quark, a true singularity (for how else is there to think with no idea of your dimensions; there are no extremities). Or would the wave-like beings exist in your singularity - that's circular, in, out, imagine..

you're floating - but not even, you are suspended by equal forces (or lack there of) from all points of your body, there are no reference points, idea of self, your only visualization tools are your brains ability to imagine and create new ideas, thoughts, and images. You're a virtual thought machine, you are a thought machine, churning out things never thought ever in the history of the place, space, the universe. Your ideas, spastic snap-snip-snapping of synapses, the blue and white and yellow dots, the blue shrinking blob, the oddly shaped spirals that dance down your optical nerves (seeing only those things that don't exist, hearing things without noise). But could you live with it? Would you go crazy, spinning out of control in your singularity with no directions (when you're spinning you stand still). Would the neurons fire off questions and warning signs and alerts and emergency stop-gap measures? Would they form together in bands, arguing like gagglers at town hall over policy, choices, decisions.. or would it be more organic? Would they come together with no sense of time or space and spread amonst themselves and in that moment of some sense of realization that the whole collective has come together - online - fully connected and aware, bent on the domination of that tiny spic of space, that singularity, it's domain (for you, at this point, are no longer she, nor he, or any other construct). Would it be a fully gathered, fully working inner universe replete with stars and galaxies (square and rectangle ones) and if it did - and if it did - would it really truly be a virtual universe, with virtual time and virtual space, virtual matter and heaven's lace. Would it really be a computer computing itself, computing the flow of orange juice out a glass, the waving of blades of grass in the wind, and the position of each and every atom in your cells?

Would it?


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