>break breakin brokin up you / receive no longer can I / up break you
can i / form wave yu / yr >variations / yr variances upon the module /
the dance ov chance vibrations / sine cosine / >longitudinal
latitudinal / the extent & the extensions / the attenuations ov truth
/ the count down >to / 47 48 50
>Capture my next thought
>> >> Freeze it
>> >> Catapult it into space
>> I like my text light
>> Super-whipped and frothy
>> light like latte
But while we have been cavorting in virtual reality the world has
developed and passed us by.
>> >> Where will it land?
>> >> Will anyone out there understand?
>Neogizm N diaphragmz speeX p.ARTimbs liphes liminal to the
>star[t]crozzedboard
>jagged in my o my o deSIRE&DAM MensCHINE
>adaptation is masterfull:)
>The words are swirling everywhere, spiralling upwards and down on the
slight
>breeze, hardly subject to gravity. They begin to settle around us
>Already the infinite possibilities are closing down on us.
The medium has grown into adulthood while we pseudo-children have
chased stars through that infinity of meanings.
Poor little would-be Peter Pans. We look up from our outdated
computers to discover ourselves Rip van Winkles, no longer the glamourous
early adopters but still circumscribed by the magic of 256, expressing our meaning in old-fashioned
smilies, using shortcut codes for frequently used phrases. The truly young look on and smile indulgently..
Despair not. . It is possible to communicate in this serious young
world that surrounds us and discover the joys of a sensual world we
have had no hand in creating.
>New life springs within me, I shed the old. My colours symbolise
>re-creation, a delicate primrose, a blush just touching a white
>petal, the luminescent green of new shoots. The light in which I
>dance is a melody of living. I am an instrument playing my own part
>midst the harmonious cadences of the orchestra.
To advance we have to retreat; work our way forward through the
maturing phases we missed; accept that an infinity of meanings is but the logic
of absurdity. The people we communicate with are finite.
.>I exist, as an individual, unique. We exist, as multiple,
>duplicated. Downto the atoms we are the same: you, me, them. The electrons circle in
>prescribed orbits, the enzymes fold into identical conformations, the
>muscle fibres contract. Everywhere order and processes, but overall, a
>knowledge of uniqueness
Let's reach for a common understanding, relax, polish our phrases,
take time to check our meanings are understood; a tiny action in the
shimmering construct of the universe but every mickle makes a muckle.
