Monday, May 30, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Here in this jungle she had measured and distinguished, she had categorized and classified, and here her intelligence had detected life's urge to order, organize and, categorize the world with her combination of syntax language, formal math, and sciences, clustering all three of these into her fuzzy, uncertainty-powered intelligence, its unending inventiveness—optimized as useful functions of opportunity, achieving the greatest goals for the least cost. She solved the age-old problem of making very clear the question to be answered (yes, articulation of the problem brings natural, clear answers). Suzi had seen the DNA molecule, the double helix, helical architecture as theNature's virtual necklace, the double helix, barely held together by weak forces; the form of the double helix as a pattern with a power to express language beyond itself, beyond its own pure rational choices. Doesn't it just get down to a gift system, a pattern of reciprocity? The material manifestation of the forms created by the DNA molecule has come and gone, but the durability of the forms to be recreated remains as instructions within its structure. The durability of earth as the entity Nth(E.A.T.E.N.) remains in the double helix—as the director of optimal function(D.O.O.F.). The ideology of structure remains, even though the structures themselves may fall away, its ideology remains.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Daylight gives up to a cool, dark, drowsiness on a jungle grid (the jungle itself appearing as an array of isolated cells), where solitude is complete—no sounds and, just as perfect as the clearest blues and greens any (human?) eye could imagine. Suzi pauses for a moment as if she were letting the stillness leave her unconvinced of its isolation. Up the mountain, samples remain, leaves uncollected, roots uncut. She is sensing a natural dwelling, a place where a (spiritual?) gatekeeper might dwell, a housing for a finite number of entity states. There is the ocean below (to which the jungle calls softly)--making its noises almost sad, far away, water tumbling the distance, as if the jungle has become its own automata and, Suzi its only neighborhood--shining, fluorescing against even the bluest moonlight.
It seems the jungle holds its own glimpse of what it is now and, possibly, how it will be. It has constructed its own dwelling and now, simply, seeks a timeless new spiritual advice from ...what? Is this primal jungle the DNA headwaters that led to the God gene, so pervasive and, in full expression across the globe among theHumans (yes, masking as blushing bride, one who stares into the very face of love itself). It has been faithful, at least to the ocean, the sky. It acts child-like: never angry, always hungry. Its sounds and colors take Suzi nowhere--at least in the sense of theHumans and, yet, still at night, Suzi does notice the stars do come out one at a time. She does notice.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Can you see a creature in these tropical clouds?
Inspires today's poetry. Enjoy!
Hot Dogging Never Relishes the Moment
Present yourself engaging, available to go interactive
Timidity succumbs where old reluctant facts live
Predictive art's your work still in progress
External world invites more largess
Passage of data in evolution's force
Safety sequesters to ride on its own horse
The science of decision-making remains at bay
Whilst the presentation of interest makes its own hay
Hot dogs, cokes once upon a time were the norm
Now the weather feels more than a bit warm
Are internal worlds the new place to go?
Defensive engagers--only for show?
patrick d. adams
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Sunday, May 8, 2011
Continuing the operation, she uses her lasers to depict the patterns within the deepest catacombs of every cell in the jungle. Suzie is not conscious of her own personal theory of knowledge, not concerned whether it even matters she is connected to a goal depicted by her own quantum language. She takes to this forest as if naturally; the bioforms-to-cellulosicDNA buried deep within concentric rainforest event horizons, remembered by the double helix, was Nature's idealism, motherhood--her growth for the eons.