I deleted all my previous posts, because none of them touched directly on the subjects of the game. They were all sideways, cross-corner, cutting edge, controversial, and completely off subject. For me this wh*** game is about memes. Ideas. Discussion. Finding out not just which ideas have potential, but which forms of distributing ideas have potential. And not the potential to have the idea accepted, but the potential to create the conditions in which the idea can be fully activated. To this end, I spend a lot of time commenting on other people's posts. I love the content going around, but I'm always more interested in the nature of the dialogue. Dialogue, after all, can take an infinite variety of forms. Some cold, and some warm. Some fresh and some worn.
The true Alchemy here is us. The intermingling of our ideas in this virtual pool where nothing we bring to the table stays stable, and the fables we've been told about the systems that hold us, unfold and we find that there's no one to control us. Just concepts in motion, perpetually moving, the machine that we've searched for and yet are always disproving. This alchemy wrought, uncontained and unsought, surges through the minds of each node and a lot is accomplished though nothing is done, as the noosphere expands towards the original one.
No place to display this enjoyment, no taming of this urge to deploy it, decoys all around and yet we still find the targets. We are it. The ecstatic creators of a system at play, which can't stay but must, as all things do, decay. Be at peace my friends and know that we've not long to go, until the fork in the road grows. Will we fight or let go? Struggle or flow? What do we bring to this comic cosmic show?
But a single display, this scheme contains both the rhythm that I've hidden and the meaning I'd say in prose and in essay, were it not for the form of love which cries out for poetry.
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