MEMOR-RECTION poem coming soon

We are only 14 billion years old...

The universe exists because I, as a conscious observer, am here to observe it.  It's the strong version of the anthropic principle.  We will never be outside observers in our universe because we are tangled into it, a part of it, from quasars to the quantum foam of space.  As the universe is about 14 billion years old, we, as a culture are probably the same age, like a 14 year old adolescent.  We are still feeling about, trying to understand things, and still have our guardians (religion) to protect us.  We feel warm and safe but we are naive.  Society, culture, and the mind of man will age: it has hit puberty and is struggling through the changes and will eventually grow up and understand, learn, love, and be humble.  And then our religious guardians will die, and we will survive on our own, but the difference is that, as the body gets older and decays and falls apart, so will these future societies.  The physical manifestation of man will break down.  This is a good thing, because what makes us alive - the information that moves forward through time and is never lost but carried on - is free, zero mass, it is E - (minus) MC/2 = pure energy.  It is the invisible force of mind and emotion that carries on.  As entropy increases so will society, as does the human body, as we age into 20 billion to 100 billion and to death - but, that spirit of life lives on, from one universe to the next.  This is what I believe, that we are a reflection of the universe in so many ways, increasing in entropy but organizing in knowledge and experience and spirit.

We fight, we run, we are actively hurting ourselves, but don't all 14 year old males do so? This is a male driven society, right? (But the "adults" of life will become mothers)

We are fleshy eggs where consciousness and life grows, and when we die we hatch.  We need to be happy first, because all else is essentially just icing on the cake.  The "being", that which makes us, is that inner part of the egg, the yolk of life, that is truly us, and the icing is our flesh.  We get too caught up with believing this flesh is important, but it's just a shell.  So Jesus and Lao Tzu are right, that the essence of life, the soul, is happiness.

We are cosmic strings that are plucked, and the music created is the flow of information that we generate, those sounds of energy that we share with all life on this planet and also the strings that blend with other dimensions.  I tell myself I'm being over-imaginative but why not?  Why would mother nature put so much effort into making something as definitive and complex as biological creatures?  There is something going on, that's for sure.  We can't see it yet because, like I said above, we are still too young to see it.   Consciousness, and more importantly self-awareness, is pretty new to us as a species.  A Utopian future doesn't exist for us yet, because life still has to learn to be alive.

Thoughts about life after death and the soul (regarding comments from Sean Carroll and there being no "soul")

 I read an article where professor Sean Carroll pretty much said there is no possible chance of a soul living on after we die.  Link attached below.


http://www.scientificamerican.com/blog/post.cfm?id=physics-and-the-immortality-of-the-2011-05-23


There were my rambling thoughts on the article:


I think personally, we are still too young as a species that is self aware to make observations like Sean Carroll has about life after death. The problem is the idea that life is life after death as we know it. The problem actually is what we consider life to be in the first place. For example, Sean Carroll states that we are made of atoms and are bound by the laws of physics, and he's right. But, the deeper question is, why is it that a rock and a brain can weigh the same amount yet a brain can build a ship and a rock is just a stagnant element? Both are made of the same atoms. But, one is considered organic, and the other isn't. So what exactly makes something alive, something an organic element? The problem is, science doesn't know yet. They are assuming clay crystals, from what I've read, but they are still far from understanding how atoms combine to form carbon and other elements to make amino acids and nucleic acids. That leap, from inorganic to organic, is like, how does the saying go, a tornado ripping through a junkyard where parts of a Boeing 747 airplane are randomly scattered about, and the tornado, in its destructive path, whips up the parts and the pieces perfectly fit together to form a complete Boeing 747 plane. The understanding is still so far from understanding that, well, we just don't know yet. I'm sure one day people, scientists, and thinkers will figure out how atoms form to build complex organic systems, but for now, they just don't know, there still is a great gap between the two systems, organic and inorganic. So my point is we still have a very long way to go before we understand how life begin, and what exactly it is, and then there is the complex understanding of how the brain works itself, and deeper still, consciousness and self-awareness. On the idea of what we are, I really like the idea of the Gaia Hypothesis, that all living things are a part of one single self sufficient complex system. But going back to understanding life after death, I think we as a species need to understand life first. But I do believe in some kind of life energy, a life force, and that even a "monocellular ancestor" like Mr. Carroll points out, has it. Isn't all DNA, all living creatures, monocellular included, all from the same gene pool? So if we have a soul, so do they. Weren't we once monocellular ourselves billions of years ago? And even going farther back, didn't we all come from that pure form of energy known as the big bang? But my idea of life after death has more to do with the fact that we do die, and it does end, and there is nothing wrong with that, I wouldn't know it anyways, but with the idea of the conservation of information, we can and will be resurrected in some way shape or form, and that we transcend in this manner, that us, living creatures, are working to keep things in order and grow in our complexity towards the future as the universe's entropy also increases in the future. Life after death is not the transcendence of body, but, of mind, that information that makes us what we are. I wouldn't want an afterlife where my grandmother is old forever, as she has been old to me my whole life. That's a complete universe in which i only live in, but maybe that exists somewhere too.

Are we becoming a Superorganism?

I was watching a bunch of ants working together, collecting food between the cracks of the sidewalk, and I thought to myself, these creatures are like the video I posted a few weeks ago, about ants acting like fluids. And I thought to myself, we, humans, don't act like this, do we? Do we act like lesser elements, like particles bumping into each other and forming little groups, and forming atoms? Will society ever rise up in the ranks of formation and cooperation, and form elements like Hydrogen and Oxygen and form an ocean of water?

What do you think?

I read this article below about cities being an organism, a step above biology. That we are, with our technologies, creating a new species but what exactly would it be? Are city states and welfare states and school systems, and corporations like Coca Cola, or my employer World Wrestling Entertainment, a new type of superorganism?

http://www.dailygalaxy.com/my_weblog/2008/06/is-the-human-ci.html

This might sound ridiculous but I've walked through my building that is a Television Studio, and thought of the layout. On the bottom floor, we have a bunch of hallways that pretty much channel throughout the building, like the muscles in our bodies. Along the top corner of the walls are wires, dozens of bundles of them that are like nerves. The "nerves" lead to the center of the building, which is called Master Control. Master Control is like the heart of the building, where tapes and satellite feeds converge into this one room and television shows and production is "fed" into and out from other external (environmental) locations. The tapes and digital file transfers are like cells and genes, packed with information that Master Control takes in, and then the information is sent to the Edit Rooms, where the show is put together and fine tuned. Also, throughout the building we have pipes and cables that resemble veins and intestines. The rest of the lower floor has other departments. The Television Graphics department (where I work) is where visual art is created, like decorations that an organism would have - hair or fur or eye or skin color - and other aesthetics like clothing and necklaces and other accessories; these are created from the "Mind(s)" decision, which I'll get to in a moment. Other departments like the Music section where songs and music is played and recorded mimic the sounds of animals that communicate for serenading and beauty. There are audio rooms where sounds are created like tidbits of subjective noises like clicks and chirps and squeaks. There are edit rooms where the shows are put together, and the whole package is presented, the whole organism finalized, compiled from all the work mentioned above.

On the second floor, and the highest floor in my building (but much higher in other corporations), are the brains of the show, the minds that make all of the decisions.

What does it all look like to you?

Memories become individual dreams, and dreams began as mixed memories.

Another Rant coming soon, about the Internet, and how it "Saves" Us

Little Rant on 11/9/10 about, well, read it!

Just a quick rant here.  I need to write this down or I'll just forget, until I remember it again and then forget again later.  Life.  What a word that it, but it's only a word.  I've come to understand and believe that words, and language, no matter what the word or language one says and speaks, really is just filtered information.  This can't be anything new.  There truly is NO way to fully express one's feelings, thoughts, creativity, by just saying it.  It can take so much time and years just to get a thought out there.  Now, if one spends years writing books or poems or making a movie, that's a bit different because you are really making that language into an art form, because you write it, fix it, rewrite it or you film it, edit it, add graphics, special effects, etc. and voila!  You've got a story and movie that people can digest in an couple of hours like in the given time of a movie, or a book, depending on how fast one reads.  But all that work that one puts into something that enormous of a project is completely overlooked when someone is watching a movie or reading that book.  When I was a teenager, movies were fantastic!  There was this element that worked every part of my emotions.  It was alive!  Same with books.  Now, movies and books still make me feel awesome, but not so much as before I found out how many people work on movies, and how much of a budget it costs, that it takes years of exhausting labor and fine tuning that God should be taking notes on how much work is done.  And when done right, it shows within that 2 to 3 hour timeframe.  Books are similar also.  How you have to write it all down, your idea, and then do draft after draft, get a copyrighter, editor, then make sure all the grammar is good, by using just a few ingredients of letters to form words into sentences into paragraphs into chapters into books, leading right down the path to the end of the story.  It's truly exhausting.  So we all know this, right?  So I ask, what about day to day language?  For example, when I talk to someone about a certain event that happened the night before during work, I don't have time to plot out my story to explain it to someone, draw it out, have others help me figure out the most beautiful and captivating way to say it, I just do with whatever "junk" language that spills out given that time frame.  I don't mean the language I'm using is junk.  What I mean it is just the stuff that spills out while my brain is pushing out the words to my throat so I can speak.  There is no beauty in it.  No one could fully understand what you felt in that moment, how you saw it, what the sensations were, the smells, tastes, touches, whatever it was, from finding your lost ipod under a leaf to your walk through through a haunted trail.  So what I'm getting to is:  How much of life is truly expressed, how much can one truly understand another, when they don't have the time, skills, or resources to express themselves?  How can one language of twenty six letters be the finite way to express all the intense chemical and physical and electrical interactions and emotions we all go through on a second to second and minute to minute basis?  Next time you talk to someone and they are trying to explain themselves something to you, count how many times they say the work "like", that small pause while the brain chugs to push out the next word to express that complication picture in your head.  But, have you noticed I typed it once, maybe twice while I babbled here as I typed?  It seems that my brain to fingers method of communication is a lot better when transferring information to someone than my brain to mouth.  Now poetry is a bit different, because we introduce a type of rhythm in words that can related closely to ones inner emotions.  It flows, as does our breath.  That translation from poetry moves into music.  Music, now that to me gets us closer to feelings, to ourselves, and to God, if you want to believe in that right now.  Music is  the best form of communication.  It speaks via lyrics, where if you listen you hear the message, but the message is trapped right there in the sounds and beats themselves, into that primal sense of hearing.  It definitely transcends us, much more than a preacher talking at a podium in a church.  Singing, music, song, should be taught as a new language.  Although I hate musicals, I can understand how some can like it.  I haven't dug it yet, but maybe one day.  So before I mentioned how typing expresses what I am thinking much more effectively than just saying it.  So when you read it, you only get one dimension about what exactly I am trying to tell you.  You read it and it translates something else to you.  One day though, well maybe one day, you'll have all the sensory input plugged into a computer, and when you do type or have a conversation with someone, it will be beautiful and magical, like a two year, forty million dollar, 300 crewman movie.  That'd be a nice letter to mother now, wouldn't it?