Below are the 2 most recent journal entries recorded in nullum's LiveJournal:

Saturday, December 23rd, 2006
11:40 pm	dearth of horologists A popular business magazine is running an article on the shortage of skilled watchmakers. Times are changing, hm? What an idea. The concept of a clockwork foundation long held favor in literary and philosophical circles as a way of grasping the nature of reality. Along came computers and now instead of a glorious array of precision sprockets and levers arranged by the infinitely skilled hands of a monocled god... you've got The Matrix. Where reality is spun by evil genius nerds or their progeny, and the gears of nature have a command line interface. In the end it's all about information processing, but the clockwork metaphor's time has come. Computers are simply more flexible. They're general-purpose, and it's this abstractness that makes them a clearly better choice for the information processing of reality, versus the baroque and grandiose mechanical architecture of a universe clock. Ironic that computer generality is more directly suited to universe simulation than the specific machinery of timepieces. The minutes march endlessly by and the world is different by degrees. The long view gives us clearer perspective on gradual changes and we notice our vision itself shifting with the turnover of metaphor. Mark the shift, if you please, with recognition that the popular computer-driven timepiece is a symbol of this evolution of perspective. I still think that digital watches are a pretty neat idea. (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, May 29th, 2006
9:44 pm	unsolicited poetic revelations of the unspeakably sublime I checked my email and was shocked to find this ... this greatness. It was to my knowing unasked for, yet there it was, given to me as pearls before swine. I can only hope to mull them over and digest them in time. Wulff J. Overbay said to me: * Wulff J. Overbay (ksloane@arsenal.co.uk) [20060318 20:59]: > The game of history is usually played by the best and the worst over the > heads of the majority in the middle. unexpressed sealine bicostate > ballyragged Oh! Such beauty! And fundamental wisdom hidden there, almost plainly but for the subtle nature of great wisdom -- such is the genius of this "prose," to lead you to understanding's doorstep as if you walked anew the ever-tread route to the toilet, say, made somehow at once delightfully entertaining and illuminating. Ah, but to fool the reader into mistaking the nature of the communication as not poetry, is that not born of malice? I won't consider it now. I won't consider it now, not when I've crested the mountain and put my foot into the glorious valley of this poem's domain, my jubilant compulsion forward musically adorned with the punctuation of each syllabic stride. And not now, now that I begin to see his utterances as the bejeweled map to our ironic Eden of enlightenment that they are. No wellspring of so deep truth could ever be anything but poetry. > I saved a girl from being attacked last night. I controlled myself. > esophagoplasty nonmiraculous millenarist Then to tumble so playfully into flippancy, pretending we haven't gazed on the holy, noble sagaciousness? Mimicking Life's fickle revelations, perhaps, stopping us agape in our tracks with a stinging, blazing truth, only to leave us then to gather our wits enough to embrace the fade or even believe the memory. There, then, falling back to be steeped in the numbingly mundane while stumblingly, incompetently naive, responsible for our own salvation. Drugged, floundering in the laudanum sea of workaday experience, left to gasp for clarity amid the flotsam of constant diversion. This feels like no joke to me. Then what? Ah, revelations are ours to winnow out of Life's myriad absurd details. Let the inner light smoldering in us fluoresce against the seeming gewgaws, so true jewels glow. I see now that the greatest truth of all is obscured here not by our dear messenger, but by our expectations. Plainly, the greatest good comes from within ourselves, comes from our choice. For good or evil it is our hand that stirs the world so. Or it is our voice, so often raspy with ire, that we must mend to evoke joy. It is with these everyday tools, wherein we forget lies the supernatural power to materialize our Wills, that we can precipitate a turning. Let us crank the world to good effect! > God created the flirt as soon as he made the fool. It is easy to perform a > good action, but not easy to acquire a settled habit of performing such > actions. calder requisitory Again we are presented with the seemingly straightforward, though we are ready now to look past superficial appearances to unexpected possibilities. Only when we are the fool can we see past our prejudices. We must flirt with the ineffable nature of truth, and we must practice our flirtation with great effort. We must call to mind the shifting art forms of Alexander Calder as a token of this need. > A Church which has lost its memory is in a sad state of senility. But let us beware the guides of dogma we set for ourselves. We should not mistake our signs for the signified, playing the cosmic fool, shortsightedly peering into the heart of bricabrac and calling that reality. > Any medication: save up to 80% buying online! > CERTIFIED CANADIAN SHOP > http://ahddlj.raftnil.com/?62236095 This part I admit I didn't fully understand. Let me be patient yet ardent. Let me see with the eyes of a child and crawl if that is all I might. I will adorn my spaces with mobiles though I won't look at them. I will flirt foolishly and ignore the simplest meanings of words spoken to me until I can fully grasp the greatness here. And I know there are more fools out there. Let us strive in concert. I will come flirt with you. Humbly, Current Mood: enthralled Current Music: A Real Slow Drag (6 Comments |Comment on this)