A. B. Clarke

Doing Nothing by Induction

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N == 0: Why do today what you can put off until tomorrow?

If N ==> N+1: Why do tomorrow what you can put off until the day after tomorrow?

 

Nietzsche & Descartes

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He stood upon the edge looking into the abyss thinking ‘does it gaze back at me?’ No! Horror! It looked beyond him, past him, through him. There was no edge. There was no him. The abyss was everywhere, but even that was wrong. There was no abyss, no darkness, no lightness, no edge, no boundary, no nothing, no something. Nothing but his thought, and even that vanished as his eyes bolted open, heart beating, and he stared at the bed room ceiling, his wife’s body breathing beside him. There would be no sleep he knew now, just the despair he felt during the day his companion now in the night.

He rose slowly, so as not to wake her, and in the dark, still shivering, walked to the bathroom. There, head between his hands, he sat while slowly the urine trickled, then rushed, then gushed into the bowl below. And feeling, hearing it, the swish around the porcelain maelstrom, the thought came unbidden but welcome, comforting him, consoling him: I piss, therefore I am; I piss, therefore I am. I piss, therefore I am.

Other People Thoughts

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When I was younger, I worried what other people thought of me.

As I grew older, I stopped worrying what other people thought of me.

As I grew older still, I realized other people don’t think about me.

As I grew older still, I realized I should think about other people.

Four Permutations of Three Words

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Is this it?
Is it this?

It is this.
This is it.

Freeways

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Why don’t we paint the freeways?

Yellows, reds, greens, or blues?

Flowers, children, gay mosaics?

Why are they grey, lifeless, and morose?

Awareness?

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Absorption.
Obsession.
Indulgence.
Gratification.
Loathing.
Pity.
Destruction.
Fishness.

Opiates of the masses

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In the early days of the United States, when communities were the only way to survive, religion was the opiate of the masses.

As time progressed, and the family rather than the community became ascendant, television became the opiate of the masses.

As the individual became ascendant, the Internet became the opiate of the masses.

And today, as individuals are lost, opiates are becoming the opiate of the masses.

The evidence suggests that humans require opiates — perhaps, together, we should choose a different kind than the one we use now?

Crash

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Long time ago,
Rock strong, alone.
Water comes.
And crash.
Long time ago,
Rock strong, alone.
Water comes.
And crash.

Now Rock is Sand.
Now Water brushes Sand.
Now Crab nests in Sand.
Now Water caresses Sand.
Now Dog frolics on Sand.
Now Water teases Sand.
Now Child plays with Sand.
Now Water kisses Sand.

And Sand ponders,
Long time ago,
Had, God forbid,
Water never come,
Would Rock strong, alone,
Have had the strength
To go to Water
And crash?

Artificial Intelligence

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Talking with engineers about artificial intelligence reminds me of when I was fourteen and talking to my friends about sex.

Everyone is interested in it.
Everyone thinks everyone else is doing it.
Everyone claims they are doing it.
And everyone thinks it’s going to be awesome once they do it.

Few people are actually doing it.
Few people know the messiness of it.
Few people understand it.
But those few people know it’s pretty awesome once you do it.

A Digital World

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In a digital world, without power you’re dead.

In a digital world without power, we’re all dead.