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for may or may not be currently unavailable. In a possible, yet highly
probable universe, Urgently Weird Temporal Works will have been contracted
to develop control-alt-delete.org, a broom closet at High
Mayhem. Urgently Weird Temporal Works will have been generating the
site from nothing more than happenstance by using a Synchron Series-K.
The site is accessible randomly; it may or may not depend on who you are,
what you are going to have for lunch tomorrow, if your name is Katie or
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Why consider the following?:
What is Control-Alt-Delete.org?
What will have
been Urgently Weird Temporal Works? Who is Gregor
Petrov (and why won't he talk to me{?}) ? Who
are all these entities with specious names? The inhabitants
and, indeed, progenitors of Control-Alt-Delete.org, themselves radical
subjectivists, are coming to the conclusion that, yes, they are all or
will have been, in a highly possible if not probable universe - thanks
to your observations, dear reader - real. It's game theory. They are
more like each other than we are like ourselves. __________________________________________________________ Thank you for enjoying this thought experiment, or disliking it and/or coming to any conclusion* whatsoever after you will have run it through your cultural refractor or emotional prism -- even if it was for a moment it means you must have had a feeling that the sensation of the passage of time has to do with why we often experience one thought following another instead of some thoughts progressing from anything but a former one. The speed at which it feels to pass must have something to do with how many thoughts you experience in a certain amount of "time". The faster the process, the more "time" you have to observe the process. Like speeding up the frame rate to crate a slow-motion effect at baseline playback. Like getting really high and jumping out of a plane at 3 hours a minute. Or seven years a second...or... *If
you came to no conclusions, yet perceived the site, it's because you are
are still coming to one. If you NEVER come to one, it means you
probably wrote this. If you did not perceive the site, well, then
why the hell am I wasting my perception of time writing this? Fuck if
I'm gonna go back and fix typos or forge an effort to prevent new ones,
not EPECIALLY for anyone simply not reading this, but for those who have
seen right through it. I mean, once you learn to read it's near impossible
to NOT read something in your tongue. I'm not saying whole paragraphs
but, you know, the occasional word. Try not to read signage. You can't!
Stop. Yield. EXIT>
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So then how we know that the universe is not prerecorded? Some "show" we are but only watching? How do we know that we are participants and not just observers? Oh. Now I understand quantum mechanics. By observing we ARE participating. At the very least, just by tuning in we are either fucking everything up or setting it right. It's pretty hard to discover with out getting your muddy footprints all over the place. But you can make quite an impression by thinking alone...too. And if you are observing yourself -- I don't mean staring into the mirror* -- if you are self-aware/sentient, then well, you are affecting your own, er, outcome. You are forced to choose your own path. Your trajectory through life and space-time itself. So if you choose to observe the Superbowl it's because your life path lead you to affect it's outcome. Did I type "the Superbowl"? Please replace those words with "an electron". I'm starting to think that electrons and other fascinating particles lead Physicists to observe the very particles that that they themselves are elementally composed of. It's kind of like the universe CREATED scientists and thinkers to figure out what the universe is, but we can't because we are part of it too so we just can't see it from our catch-22 vantage point. How to escape the loop? How to transcend in a finite
(albeit, seemingly large) universe? THE UNIVERSE IS MADE OF ONE PARTICLE MOVING AT THE SPEED
OF NOW. *if you stare into a mirror long enough it gets more difficult to discern which side of the mirror you are on. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Observer_effect
I love you more than can be expressed other
than by shining my love on you day after day
after day after day after day… then maybe you’ll understand how I
feel about you and how beautifully I have resolved to treat you
day after day after day after day… Every day that passes, you’ll understand
more and more how I love you. But how will I understand YOU, Dear? I choose you, because I have no choice…Love
did not give me that option. I just got into trouble. I spoke of Love as an entity. Capital “L” Love has been summoned. -Hey, Love, what’s
up? -Not, much. What’s
up with you? Just kidding. I can tell what’s up, dumbass. I brought
you two together. Want some advice? -Ummmm, ok. -Get a pen, stupid. So Love told me how to treat you today.
A portion of the message from Love: “Treat her like diamonds, gold and
pearls. Treat her like water, seeds and soil. Treat her like flesh, wood and fire…” Love went on and on in weird triplets. Love can really go off. And then at the very end, Love told me,
(and this is funny, because it really shows how Love has a weird way of
doing things) So I told Love: “I can’t believe you made me
write all that shit down, you bastard…that’s a creative exercise
you got there. But seriously, I don’t know of anything precious
enough to compare her to – and to then treat her like.
The only thing she is like, is herself.” Love laughed at me and said, “Wow.
I remember when you told her that the first time. That’s pretty
romantic. You really have it in you.Want a job? Just kidding. But now
you understand, Max. Discover her. If she is like nothing or anyone else
– find out who she is and then you’ll know how to treat her.” I laughed and told Love, “What? Find
out? Like today? Hello? Love? Love? You there?” No answer. Love waits for no man. Or is
that Time? -Time here. What’s
up? -Can we talk later?
I am trying to write a love-letter to her. -Word. I’m pretty
fucking busy ,too, as you can imagine. -I think I can. I’ll
call on you later. I have a lot of questions. -Later. Later. Never
before. Rarely now. A ha ha. Inside joke.. Rarely now…love
that one. No, but, what is wrong with you people? There is way more Time
before, than later. Why can’t we talk before? -OOO. There’s
more Time before, than later? That sounds bad. Are we in trouble? -Read the papers? Bush?
Global warming? Beyond that, ever heard of the the “big crunch”?
Get with it. The expansion of the universe is NOT accelerating. Yah, it’s expanding,
but it’s slowing down. I told Hawking that two years ago, he’s
keeping it to himself. Bitter, secretive, man. Oh shit, that the time...again?
Gotta go.
But now also, I understand why I
want to understand you. Because then I will know how to treat you
and how to love you. It’s a bit of a loop. -Ultimate Understanding
here, sorry I’m late. I visiting a mental institution. -Crap. -What? You called on
me. -No I didn’t,
I just wrote “Ultimate Understanding” in caps. I didn’t
know you were even an entity! -Well I am. Problem
is, no one ever, really ultimately understands me. Except for, ahem, psychotic
people. Or elightenend ones. Kinda depend on how you cope with the information.
Ironic, no? By the way, did you buy UltimateUnderstanding.com last year? -Yah. I was was pretty
high at the time. Haven’t done anything with it. But now I have
some ideas. -I bet. Well, I want
it. -Too bad. Why don’t
you buy it off me, hoss? -I’m Ultimate
Understanding, I don’t have money. Money is like poison to
me. That’s part of ultimate understanding. -I know.You’re
fucked. Wait! Isn’t “ownership” antithetical to ultimate
understanding too?? Why would you want to own domain name? - I was testing you.
Good work. Shit. We should talk more. -Oh. Ok. I bet I could
learn a lot from you. You’re pretty understanding, huh? -I understand
I’m understanding. You don’t have to tell me. In fact,
I understand that you understand that I understand
I’m understanding. And so on, forever, until you never get there
and it turns out that you are understanding, or beginning to understand
understanding just for understanding that very fact. But I will
always be more understanding. I’m Ultimate Understanding…I
can help you realize that…or come close. No one ever gets the cigar.
Actually, there is no cigar. I already smoked it. If you ever reach ultimate
understanding, you simply go insane or become enlightened. Either way
way, it's ineffable. Kinda lonely, yet serene. Unless you just can't cope
with it, then it's just lonely and completely terrifying. Tell you about
it later, and how to achieve that peacefully horrific or horrifically
peaceful place. . It has to do with nearly stopping T-i-m-e and having
every single possible thought almost instantaneously. It's excruciatingly
relaxing. But you realize what’s REALLY going on. Up to it? -Not right now. -I understand, but that's
all the T-i-m-e you'll need. If you think I am treating and loving you
OK now, then I must have some understanding of you already. OK?! There is who you were, who you are and who
you are becoming. I can only conclude: I can’t arrive at ultimately understanding
you, but I can approach it. Fine. I can ask you to show me how to do that. Oh sure, you and I can say it all day long
and write love letters and songs and paintings and try to “figure
out” Love itself, and in some small way, by doing this, we show
each other. -YOU, wanna, are not
an entity; “wanna” is turn of phrase. Short for “want
to”. -Fine, I’m going
back to watch Oprah. - Kevin,
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