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title: Particle Decelerators
Acceleration Seals A Tunnel Narrow
Hundreds of thousands of people choosing to spend hundreds of thousands of their own hours, leaving relationships, abandoning their children, expelling all emotion from their bodies, all for a single obsession, is what particle physics has become. They are married to another ring, or marred by the ring—abused brains turned to victims that don’t want to imagine escape as vital. It is an explosive ring, a bomb for the subatomic, creating a world broken down so small that math is used to speak of it. Breathe enough life and energy into math, you’ll come to believe that the math breathes life into you. Perpetual circling without ever diving for prey. Endless bricks being gathered for a house with no vision; as long as it’s tidy and fits on a standard or standardizable map. Messy guests like Niels Bohr are chided and cursed (and then worshiped), leaving piles of debris, gaping holes, and suicides in their wake. These brilliant outsiders, though left without accommodations, are posthumously elevated to legendary and cleaned up after with tireless effort. I focus on them, because they are the completed bridge with a landing on the other side. They are both thinkers of the world of particle acceleration, but their brains are obviously perfect specimens of…
Particle Deceleration. The human brain is a particle decelerator, functioning especially well in this capacity during times of sleep and when adequate nutrients are being provided. The terrain is one of a lightning storm where the ground and sky switch places, waterfalls rise, lakes rain, effects create causes to pull them, where versa vices, and where temporality is extended and morphologized with a rapidity and slowness that is astonishing. It is quite on the opposite side of the spectrum from the time-crushing black holes—the dangerously violent infinite acceleration that humans foolishly try to emulate.
Brains, on the other end, can make a couple of seconds of well used time reverberate into eons upon of vital time. What barriers are there to keep a couple of minutes external time to being stretched out in sleep to days of dynamic internal dreaming time?
New particles are created and dispersed with great ease as the mereological forces of the complex consciousness dwelling in the brain push downwards. A new world is experimented with and built, conceived out of the utmost love rather than the violence of PA collisions. Space is opened by curvaceousness and low temperatures, and particles that are unpredictably unpredictable. A new world is being cultivated, largely built now primarily in ephemeral nomadic fashion in the brains of humans, but to the benefit of the whole universe as the first generation of particles wanes in a few billions (or trillions) of years, depending on who or when is counting. The zeroth generation of particles, the generation to come, can be much more plentiful for they are made of energy many orders of magnitude lower in quantity. They can be part of atoms and chemicals that are liquid and gaseous near absolute zero whereas our first generation particles, atoms, and molecules would fail to be more than frozen at such temperatures. They are the mercury bridge to the warmth of a colder, even more complex and spread out Universe than the first generation of particles has offered. To get there, all we have to do is dream…
title: Framing Infrastructure As The Ontastricture
*This note and the next one “Exo-DNA” have been paired together, though this one is from 2015 and the Exo-DNA is recent.
When you wipe away all the wealth attribution and the large dwellings and fine clothes, oligarchs are merely opportunists who use the infrastructure of the last 10,000 years of civilization that’s been afforded them. They give themselves the biggest cages, but yes, not even they—the great shadow groups that drive some of us crazy thinking that there is no hope when control is so complete—are free from cages. Not one of us is born outside of a cage (or if we were, we would essentially be encaged by adjacent cages, an island in an ocean); not any animal on this entire planet, save some temporary and opportune species, is doing any better in vital terms than since the time when human civilization was first spreading from insignificant permanent dwellings to land management that shackled ecosystems.
Perhaps because of the realities of man-made environmental catastrophes and extinctions, there is an incorrect assumption that we four generations of humans alive today are not only to blame, but also wield the ability to undo our damage. But much of this is out of our control, evidenced because we—a 10,000+ year we—are killing animals we didn’t actually intend to and did not have the power to foretell. We are not only not fully in control of all the bad things done previously, we are not fully in control of the bad things being done. Importantly, it is not the ghosts from the past that need to be blamed for the ongoing problems being proliferated (though they’ve done much to deserve it), but the infrastructure that survived them and is currently plaguing so much of our planet, looking to survive it too. So, it is idiotic and an act of hubris to think the wars against life are all of our making and that we need not pay attention to egregious historical momentum; we are the inheritors of a vast accumulation of wastelands that are eroding because of the adjacent land’s erosion caused by the roads and yet other erosions, coming with deforestation and desertification of particular lands. We are not completely the dominant of the civilization but we are subjected to it, yet we have unique abilities to curb the influence.
The infrastructure laden land is not the only problematic terrain that we’ve inherited. So, too, we are the inheritors of cliches that guide behavior down very unthoughtful paths. Language, itself, is the arbitrary compilation of sounds beaten in to heads that had no intrinsic sonic merit of their own on which to stand; they only find their value in relation to other words, or objectified “things”. Anything built on such vacuous grounds is sure to do what vacuums do—suck other things in to their zone of influence—just as a black hole does via gravity.
Infrastructure, even the root-word “structure”, brings to mind a series of hard surfaces that are relatively impregnable to softer forces, such as carbon-based life. And what is life if not the impregnation of adjacent materiality with more space for further life? Here we are, the human life-form, building things that keep life from getting a hold. We aim for clean and plane surfaces, and we now support these perverted efforts to keep things “tidy” by actively spraying and respraying anti-life chemicals to keep these surfaces geometric. We design things to be “proof”—weather proof clothing and cars, decay proof food, imagination proof instruction (though there are some promising directions towards holistic education). As things continue to be proof of life, proof of life will be harder to come by.
Most genetic encoding information is endogenous to the affected genetically reproduced animal. Humans, however, have in effect added a supplementary genetic code from outside of themselves that deeply effects (stifles) their development; counter genes are expressed by our accumulating artifices, beginning with tools and culminating now in what we might call infrastructure (including digital infrastructure). It repeatedly informs our development in a recursive sense that sees both the humans changing as well as the genetic “infrastructure” itself, an integral process in the co-evolution of a life-form and its genes. Infrastructure has evolved rather quickly, faster than our intrinsic DNA could possibly keep up, and it goes a long way to explain how we could be so similar yet so alien to a person from even two hundred years ago. The rapidity and frequency of “editing”—deriving from the controlling genetics of infrastructure—blends from being genetic to epi-genetic, but I’m not sure it qualifies as epi-genetic because of the largely one-way impact of the genes, though exo-genes do turn off some and turn on others in our own genes (an epi-genetic process?).
*I don’t think of this note as being partied to the technological singularity notion, and wonder if it might even run counter to some of it’s basic premises.
title: Tripping Yourself
Abstract: Those who let hallucinogenics do the work of removing the false barriers that dampen connection with the holistic reality will not develop the ability to remove these barriers themselves. When the fungi runs out, so will you…
I have by no means developed anything close to what presumably the hallucinogenic compounds would do automatically. However, in their absence and in my constant quest to de-normalize reality for “accessing deeper truths” I have been employing with some success tactics that take my mind to a different space.
→ Saying a normal word over and over and over again makes it sound arbitrary and foreign (which it is), for example: “normal normal normal normal normal normal…”. “Each” always gets me, very quickly, too—”eeech”
→ Mental gibberish not only helps me with falling asleep, but it is quasi-meditative (or pre-meditative), and it alone—but especially in combination with the next self-trip mechanism—can be evocative, depending on the rhythm and activated energy pre-existing in my body.
→ I take raving breaks, and if in a social/professional setting I go to the public bathroom and rave in front of the mirror. The mental benefits are a secondary concern to the bodily benefits of moving my body after it was locked (generally this the case) in to a seated position. Come to think of it, I will take such a break now. As opposed to the standard curvy flow of warming up my body via bathroom raving, when explicitly looking to trip myself I will evolve the raving so my hands to swerve right in front of my eyes and I will percolate my fingers to give uneven visual light distribution. This twisted tai chi, in combination with making strange faces at myself in front of a mirror, makes me feel much more animal. I wonder if along different lines there are people who voluntarily wear an eye-patch for a day, switch it (or not), and then return back to double vision to get a new appreciation of their visual capacities, but also to strengthen their singular eye faculties. Perhaps I will become one such person, but I doubt I would last more than 15 minutes before frustration sets in (though perhaps a build-up of tolerance would be necessary, or a reminder that there are those of one eye who have no option).
→ Imagining I am a giant and all the little things around my living space are being looked at from a great height. If I do it right, this “trip” will be more than just a rationalized telling of myself that things are relative and a deep world exists down in the microspheres, but the trip will be independent of self-speech and will be a coup d’œil (of sorts) that has my occipita step out of itself and my head shivers with the overflow.
→ Note: though the following entrancement mechanism may technically better go under the first arrow of repeating a phrase, it is unique and has more to do with the arrow immediately above. My saying “nothing existing, ever, nothing to exist for ever, no time to ever exist, there could have been nothing to be nothing” will eventually give me a sublime shiver that really pulls me out of myself and scares the shit out of me; this feeling is sort of akin, though more intense, than the “I am a giant” induced feeling. If I’m really scared I reassure myself of Des Cartes’ “I think therefore I am”.
→ This may be more cathartic than mind-altering, but over recent months I occasionally moan out loudly in different tones to expel any negative frequencies that I sense are there. It’s all very intuitive and feels quite obsessive-compulsive, but I trust the impulse as one of healing. I wonder if the adjacent apartments hear it and have to absorb the sound I am ridding myself of.
→ LZGEWV JMQRFNYAT BHX DUP KOS I&C, now I sow my LZGs…
→ Bursts of cold water while in the shower, where I turn the nozzle quickly to all cold and then back to warm does something, though it’s usually very short-lived. During the summer I was taking cold dark baths which were exhilarating and refreshing.
→ Dancing, in social situations, has always been a way to trip myself. It is very beautiful to happen in a club with great music and strange lights, but it is less completely bodily created and much more dependent on the vibrations of the music as support. An interesting experiment, but it would take a lot of willing people, would be to dance without music or even the allowance of bodily-made percussion. Sans music it would take a lot longer and greater force of personalities to create, but it might be all the more profound once reached.
→ This last one is breaking the rules of what I feel is environmental-influence free mind-altering (or at least mood altering), but it is listening to trance music that I know induces euphoria and an epic sense within me. Some other select songs also have quite an effect on me, entrancing me the way a Shamanic ritual might.
All of these arrows are just precursors to allow the mind to wander more freely and sensually in strange directions that wouldn’t be normally allowed by sterile environmental indoctrination. I have been doing most of these for a long time without doing them for the express and explicit purpose of tripping myself, but rather they just evolved along with others that I can’t probably recall because I haven’t inducted them in to the newly created “trip myself tools” category. Alas, I will stop the ineffective babble here, and perhaps start the more effective gibberish…
There is a lot of indications of what humans intrinsically are—and what potentials we hold—if we even only focus on our skin. The lack of profound hair shielding our skin tells us we are not intended bodily to be in the colder climates, and presumably the physical abilities we would need to perform well in a cold climate go well beyond a mere patch fix like clothing (or even evolving bodily hair). Simply viewing the advent of clothing, or the whiteningL of the skin, is a simple cause and effect view of the human body that would deny a holistic understanding that our skin system evolved (or didn’t evolve) to deal with certain climates and other features of an environment along with the rest of our body systems; sometimes one bodily system strives ahead (or downgrades quicker) masking a deficiency in other realms, such as our not yet evolving hibernation capacities. The white skin example I think shows our bodies making the best of a bad situation more than a true adaptation; white skin by itself does not provide all that is needed to deal with a colder climate, and in fact may be an indication of a lack more than anything to heighten the overall functioning of the human. When humans are caught or ensnared in an unfavorable environment, our technologies and our bodies might adapt over time, but never (or not yet, as it may take many millions of years) to the degree to make us as thriving as we were in the naturally best environment from which we had strayed. So we’ve gotten to a meta-stable, survivable position, one that can be maintained so long as we keep our education intact to broadly teach the non-instinctive survival skills (those that must be learned). So long, too, as we keep in balance and not in an over-reaching of the natural resources that can support these inefficient energy demanding lifestyles that are inherent to the human animal outside of its balanced scope.
So back to skin (including the skin on our back!). Our exposed skin might at first sight seem like a vulnerability, and indeed it is if you throw us in to a harmful chemically laden environment, a photonically dangerous environment, or a thermally disharmonic environment—all environments we’ve imposed on ourselves. However, I think that to think of skin as a vulnerability would be an ahistorical view that fails to grasp what would have been very advantageous millennia ago in not just a different climate, but also a very different social environment. When we were in primordial tribes (quite different than Hobbes’s “cold, brutish, and short” depiction, which was really a projection more accurately describing his own gloomy time in 17th century England) our skin was our cellular membrane, the rest of us the internals to a single cell in a multi-cellular milieu of many other persons. Lots of sex and cuddling would surely be understatements for some of the most common activities occupying these deep ancestors of ours. The body language of our modern times is presumably sophomoric and underdeveloped compared to the potentials of bodies communicating sans clothing, arbitrary taboos and restrictive cultural norms. Two (or more) bodies physically touching on a plurality of points, whether sexually or in a normal state of interaction (potentially playful), would communicate vastly more and on many different experiential levels than some ad hoc utterances used to representatively convey internal states. The immediacy of bodily contact makes mediated linguistic contact both inefficient (due to its narrow and restricted uses, and that it must be learned and doesn’t make use of the suite of hormones and multiple senses—merely the auditory sense) and unattractive—only domesticated encaged dogs bark, it is reported; voices would be saved for singing and other harmonizations that synthesized concurrently with other actions.
Absorptive skin would allow minerals, vitamins, and moisture to be gotten transdermally, and toxic metabolites and compounds would be more easily gotten rid of through the skin without the risk of re-absorption due to clothing blocking a full exfoliation, alleviating some of the workload on the other cleansing systems. The vibrations and other indications of existence and change emanating from one’s environment would not be dampened and muffled by clothing, but would more immediately be appreciated and responded to accordingly. For example think of the time difference to realize it is raining when you have several times more skin exposure ready to feel the rain, such as when laying (almost or completely) naked at the beach, or able to feel the humidity changes, versus in full dress with just hands and face exposed.
Our bodies long for this heightened contact, both with other humans as well as other natural temperature appropriate objects, and it has been the job of our culture to train our brains and build dilapidated muscle memories that deafen our ability to hear what our bodies yearn for. A full deafness would be akin to death, and we have not yet reached this low point and fully repress every true bodily need and desire. People still choose monogamy and/or a pet to reach a lower but stable “meta-stable” position where their needs are malnourished but not totally unnourished. Dogs and cats, which do not offer nearly the skin contact nor other affections that we truly need, keep many from breaking down (and possibly breaking out) from these silly relations; surely domesticated pets offer some infrared and other mammalian love energy, but it is not the potency which our bodies truly demand to thrive. Thus we are left to atrophy as humans are simply not available to most of us, due to the responsibilities imposed by inherited cultural requests for separatism, economic requests for being away from situations conductive for interaction (i.e. the work environment), and other divisive forces devised to try and convince humans they are not animals. This end, where humans are so devoid and alien to love that we don’t even have energies to seek for it, is what we are creeping towards by the generation. There have been many stark indicators, such as the peculiar platonic ways of the Puritans in the western context, and probably many more examples that any of us would usually not pay a second thought to. We are in many ways further along this path of bodily alienation (considering social media “social”) than even these fundamentalist groups, though a confusing cultural collage filled with visualizations of the tabooed actions would make us think we are quite sexualized.
The longer we winter ourselves in cold climates and even colder cultural clothing, the longer we should expect the winters to be; waiting for life is to prematurely introduce death. Thriving is taken off the table, and mere surviving is the best we can hope for.
LI didn’t make the time to research the specifics of the skin whitening to determine if has been shown to be either a more efficient skin type for lower sunlight environments, or a result due to long term lack of sun, or another adaptation that serves to do damage control for losses incurred on a hairless animal that was previously in a sun-rich environment. This is one of many shortcuts I’m afraid I will have to make in the upcoming years as “perfection becomes the enemy of good enough”.
– Upcoming post about northward migration
– Upcoming post about tribes and tribal importance
ABCDEFG HIJKLMNOP QRS TUV WX Y & Z
now I grow my LZGs, next time won’t you sing more free?
LZGEWV HIJKLMNOP QRS TUV WX Y & Z
now I grow my LZGs, next time won’t you sing more free?
LZGEWV JMQRFNYAT QRS TUV WX Y & Z
now I grow my LZGs, next time won’t you sing more free?
LZGEWV JMQRFNYAT BHX DUP WX Y & Z
now I grow my LZGs, next time won’t you sing more free?
LZGEWV JMQRFNYAT BHX DUP KOS I & C
now I’ve grown to LZGs, next time why not sing so free?
Civilization generally keeps one under slept in both the total number of hours, but so too in the lack of depth to the sleep (perhaps the science would say we are not hitting those really low frequency brain waves that binaural beats can get us too?). Ambient light interferes with the perception of nighttime darkness, putting us to bed later and stealing away the darkness that was afforded our better slept (and arguably better lived) primal ancestors. Our skin isn’t thick enough—as in our eyelids—to keep out the ambient light and so we are constantly in a pre-dawn middling sleep.
However, I would argue (I do argue!) it’s not just light, and other crudely physical phenomenon that keep us from getting sleep. There is another artificial construct that is far more insidious that eastern meditators (one who meditates) are often doing battle with, and that is our symbolized thought. We baby-sitters of civilization constantly listen to auralistic inner monologues plagued by linguified thought; the eastern meditators may choose as their weapon the “om”, which I’m sure must be a very powerful tool indeed as it has stood the tests of time. However, I just want to contribute a weapon to that arsenal to combat untimely thoughts that serve to torture the pensively sleepless.
Gibberish Is Its Own Antidote: The Tailor-made Weapon To Combat Excessive Pre-Sleep Thinking
Just thinking “om”, or even saying it aloud, I find for me is usually outflanked by the onslaught of thoughts that disregard its reverberations. “Om” goes to a specific tone which is not always the stable tone at which our thought is spoken to us. The barrier it may provide I find very permeable, as well as the unceasing constancy. My thoughts dance and are combined with lots of images and emotions and other othernesses that mix together to keep me very involved, but I find I do not have to combat all of this when a need of sleep is on me. As long as I can combat the specifically interpretable lingual parts with gibberish spoken by my mind that accompanies whatever visual images I witness when my eyes close, it seems to be enough to let sleep overwhelm my writhing tense awake state body, and plunge me into the world of sleep. I can’t provide a concrete example, perhaps precisely because it is the lack of concreteness to an evolving jibberish inner monologue, that keeps it relevant to the one in want of sleep.
Up All Night Thinking: Some Thoughts of Symbolic Language
Representative language—because it is such a real falsity—is sort of unresolvable by our brains: it is a square that can’t be circled, precisely because it is trying (falsely in my opinion) to attach to something else, thus the invention of a term like reification. Language is related to the SAD (Standard American) Diet in that it gives us indigestible particulates that frustrate our brain anatomy. Thus the common utterance “I was up all night thinking”. It wasn’t what the person was thinking about that kept them up all night thinking, it was that the thinking was precisely about something, that kept them up all night, usually. Jibberish isn’t not thinking/speaking, its for once creatively using the potentials of our vocal chords and our imaginative tissues to explore some territories of experience that are usually marginalized by the dictates of symbolic language.
Deepest apologies for any grammatical mistakes I’ve made, but I be losing any sleep over it!
Hating On “The Police”—not officers suck and such—The Correct Politically Incorrect Way
During your tirade, make sure always to say “the police” and only that, not even any variations such as “police officers”. The reason for this is that police officers are frequently only 1 or 2 degrees disconnected from any social relations we have. They are a colleague’s husband, the father of a friend, the sister of an acquaintance, and so when you start bashing on the police, you can expect them to utter the words “fuck you, my [load the blank] is a police officer!”. If you had said “the police”, you just have to simply reassert that you are referring to the coercive institution, and you don’t have to get caught in a debate where your views are nuanced and watch the wind leave your sails. Remember, if you’ve gotten to the point where you are voicing these ideas, you are too busy fighting something too large to get caught in the many traps of awkwardness that language ensnares us in; be politicking in your own political incorrectness!
It is possible you want to get into the personal acts of horror undertaken by individual police officers: the husband, the father, the sister may very well deserve individualized attention because they especially suck at being human. However, emphasizing the role that the police as an institution had in allowing them to amplify their horribleness is much more important. That they compromised by joining such a narrow-minded institution of control speaks volumes to their individual character; that they can stomach being the biggest tools—being coerced into a mentality of kill or be killed—shows how little to do with humans and our attractions to freedom these people actually have. Further, too much focus on the behavior of individual police officers acts to excuse the larger oppressive institution when the horrible violence does surface. A pattern of bad apples can be blamed on the rotten tree. (apologies to trees everywhere for analogizing you with the police institution!)
Most of the violence undertaken by police is normalized and so it is not dubbed violence. The police exist to channel and dam up the efforts that might threaten the governmental system that employs them, and such damming, such deterrence is in itself violence. It is limiting the human inclination to mobility and wandering as we previously used to. It is violence akin to the road that destroys subtle and complex connections among ecosystems; the asphalt that tramples life underneath itself, while also forever altering (and not for the better) life on all sides of it. Many police officers join the force knowing that in so doing they are being anointed to the status of the public’s official bullies. The exceptions are those dreamers who want to actually help save lives and make the horrible mistake of joining the police in order to do this. One doesn’t have to wear a badge and hide behind weaponry to save lives and do the right thing. More to the point, sometimes doing the wrong thing precludes one from being available to do the right thing.
Government Suffers From A Staff Infection And The Police Are The Most Virulent Strain
To reiterate/elaborate: focus on the police instead of individuals unless you’d like to get into arguments with hecklers you manufactured into your argument. I think anger would get the best of me in such situations, and so when speaking (orally, at least, if not in this post) about police I will make sure to follow my 2015 advice.
– Just by putting on the uniform (gun included), putting on the car, being a body in such a skin, dark glasses in lieu of eyes, stirring anxiety in the masses and constantly committing acts to maintain societies negative labels, the police are not for us; they are a fraternity that warps the fabric of our daily life and effectively makes being human seem like a crime waiting to happen.
– Any future mini-articulations I have that speak to the harms the police cause in our world will be logged here.
“now I know my LZGs, next time won’t you sing it free”
Changing the order will only rid us of an alpha male to replace him with a lambda (fe)male
NOABCDEFGHIJKLMPQRSTUVWXYZ, extract the immanent negation